Giddy Girlie

Due to some recent skin sensitivities (and also concern about my pajamas bursting into flame), I have started laundering all of my clothes in Dreft detergent. While it's free of chemicals and all that jazz, it has a light baby powder-ish scent. And not the way that real baby powder smells, but more like things with a bad FAKE baby powder smell, like baby WIPES or car fresheners. So now, all day, I'll get this little whiff of baby wipes and it grosses me out a little and then I start thinking "why do I smell baby wipes?" and then I remember that it's ME. Ew.

I mean, if you smell like baby powder (genuine or fake) because you actually have a baby - it's all good. If you smell like baby powder because you're a sex freak who's all into that - hells yeah. If you smell like baby powder because your thighs are chafing - more power to ya sister. If you smell like baby powder because it's the only way to get in your leather pants - rock on. If you smell like baby powder because you're out of shampoo and had to use the No More Tears - that's cool. BUT if you are none of the above and suddenly get a nasal assault of baby powder, I'm gonna tell you, it's disturbing. Frightening almost. And yes, you will probably gag.

Posted by giddygirlie at 12:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

"Is it almost over? I'm so tired."

Go ahead, apply that phrase to EVERY aspect of my life. Sad, sorry, but true.

I have a general Holiday Fatigue setting in. I'm tired of shopping and not finding anything I want. I want to be able and sit back and relax and look at my beautiful tree except, oh yeah, I only have 3 ornaments on it right now because I have NO TIME to decorate. I try to delegate what I can to Ryan, but let's be honest here folks : he doesn't care about Christmas the way I do and if I left him a shopping list, you'd all be getting action figures or manga books. One stop shopping, one size fits all. So I take on the gift buying and try to get him to fill in the rest (get dinner, do laundry, etc.).

Except we have hit a bump in the road there too. You see, we have these cheap apartment toilet seats that are wood painted white (don't ask me why), and over the years the paint has cracked and chipped a bit, and there is now this spot on the back of the seat where the paint is gone (from cleaning it) and it looks like poo, so we needed a new toilet seat. I asked Ryan to put that on his To Do list. And he did, the same day in fact. I came home the other night and after being stuck in traffic with a full bladder, I immediately ran into the bathroom and nearly pissed right on myself when I saw it: he bought the cushy kind of seat. It gave me a full blown case of the Hooky Spooks just to see it, and I almost cried when I sat down and had to listen to the 'pssshhhhffffff' sound of the foam. Oh man, it's just awful.

So I tried to be casual and inquire about WHY WOULD YOU BUY THE CUSHY KIND?!!? and he had all kinds of thoughtful reasons why: it's more comfortable, it doesn't get as cold as the other one, there's no slam when the lid falls (in case he's using it at 3am and I am trying to sleep), etc. It was awful to have to tell him that I just couldn't hang with it. His face fell and he looked like a little kid bringing his mom a macaroni necklace and she just ate it. He was so sweet and thoughtful, but still I can not use that seat! Only grandmas or great-aunts have those toilet seats -- and who has ever pooed comfortably at Granny's house? NO ONE! Now on top of all of my regular stresses, I have to add wrangling with that toilet seat. I suppose that it would make more sense if you knew how many bathroom issues I have and how I don't poo anywhere but my own house and I really prefer the bathroom in my bedroom rather than the other one because that's where the litter box is - so now I am painted into a poo corner. *sigh*

Posted by giddygirlie at 4:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I have just mistyped "Solving the Complexities" fifteen times in a row, leading me to believe that I have not, in fact, solved anything.

Posted by giddygirlie at 4:07 PM | Permalink

The new trade paperback volume of Spawn just came out and Ryan is FINALLY credited for the inks, however they spelled our last name wrong. Which is a bummer, because he's trying to establish a reputation in the biz - and now it's going to print all over the world and interweb with the wrong spelling. We're going to try and get a revision if there is a 2nd printing (which will be highly necessary after you all run out to buy copies for everyone on your Xmas list!).

His name is spelled right in the monthly books but on the spawn.com site, they only list who inked the cover (usually Danny) and so Ryan isn't listed there. Ah, well. There are other projects on the horizon that would take our daring Boy Wynnder to getting credit on the cover, so no worries there.

Also, I uploaded a cheat sheet on what the hell it is that Ryan actually does. View it here.

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Posted by giddygirlie at 12:16 PM | Permalink

I have a high threshold for 'weird' and it really does take a lot to surprise me. Go ahead, test me. But today I saw something straight out of Etiquette Hell : the funeral evite.

I mean, I could understand if it was an email out to friends saying "hey, let's celebrate Joe's life at his favorite bar this Saturday night" or whatever - but to take the time to draft an email, complete with lacy fonts and stationery backgrounds. Blargh. And to think that this passes as an adequate announcement to people?

I am 100% an email or IM person - I send IMs to the people who sit RIGHT NEXT TO ME at work - but even I would understand the importance of this moment to pick up the god-damned phone and CALL people to let them know. Can you imagine? What if this was your BROTHER? You had no idea that he was in the hospital or whatever - and then you come to work in the morning and boot up your computer to "Sorry, Joe's dead. Funeral is Friday at 11am. Thanks." ??? oh, we couldn't be bothered to call you - so I'm shooting this from my BlackBerry" What the hell is wrong with people? For reals.

I need a valium.

Posted by giddygirlie at 3:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

While googling images for "polka dot" I came across this picture :

Hilarious enough, but there is a whole WEBSITE for this singing Von Trapp family (www.richardanddeborah.com) who guarantee themselves to be High Energy! and are available only in Canada. And, of course, there is something for the LADIES :

<-- Norm & Richard -->

Posted by giddygirlie at 5:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (9)

Not my picture, but it's my new favorite. Those Duggars (www.duggarfamily.com) are some crazy ass sumbitches. FIFTEEN KIDS?! *faint*

Posted by giddygirlie at 11:54 AM | Permalink | Comments (22)

Yes, I know, Hallmark makes a compelling commercial. One where people suddenly forget that they are stranded at the airport for hours on end, because they have a jolly singing snowman to entertain them. Yes, those Hallmark marketing folks are slick - but please note that TV is not reality.

Here, in the real world, that shit is OBNOXIOUS. Not cute. Not at all. So while I won't be so Scroogish as to say don't buy the singing snowman, but I will say KEEP IT AT HOME. It has no place in the office, on your desk, where you or someone else will push the button and force us all to endure the song that never ends...it just goes on and on my friend, somebody started long ago not knowing what it was and it will go on and on forever just because this is the song that never ends...it just goes on and on my friend, somebody started long ago not knowing what it was and it will go on and on forever just because this is the song that never ends...it just goes on and on my friend, somebody started long ago not knowing what it was and it will go on and on forever just because this is the song that never ends...it just goes on and on my friend, somebody started long ago not knowing what it was and it will go on and on forever just because this is the song that never ends...it just goes on and on my friend, somebody started long ago not knowing what it was and it will go on and on forever just because this is the song that never ends...it just goes on and on my friend, somebody started long ago not knowing what it was and it will go on and on forever just because this is the song that never ends...it just goes on and on my friend, somebody started long ago not knowing what it was and it will go on and on forever just because this is the song that...

Until I kill somebody by bludgeoning them with Singing Snowman.

Thank you for your prompt attention, and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!!!

G.G.

Posted by giddygirlie at 2:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)