Saturday, January 22, 2011
Irony is...
getting a sweet little keychain that is a total sexual innuendo unless you own a car with the words Toy Box on the back hatch and having that same car break down again, leaving you with just the nasty little keychain. Boo.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Rhoom! Rhoom! Errrrrrrrht! Beebeep!!
The ToyBox is fixed and will be ready for me tomorrow! Having no wheels has been yucky and to have the little guy back is just great. i have been making car noises since I got the good news...
Bad news is my yoga instructor's kid is sick. This bums me out double because not only do I have incredibly awesome ideas to discuss but I also go mostly because it's her teaching it. Seriously.
Bad news is my yoga instructor's kid is sick. This bums me out double because not only do I have incredibly awesome ideas to discuss but I also go mostly because it's her teaching it. Seriously.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Stretching out the hammies
So check this shit out... Not only am I going to yoga on Tuesday evenings, the AH found out our instructor also offers free classes on Thursday mornings a couple towns over. Whoa. AND... that's right, there's an and!... I also just found out there are free classes on Sunday's a little further out and DLP will be joining me for it and that's straight up bonding right there.
Also aren't whale mouths kind of awesome?
Also aren't whale mouths kind of awesome?
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
There's a sucker born everyday OR just because you're better doesn't mean you are better
I love kicking around thinking about random things
Me: Hey. When's the last time you thought about the platypus?
Me: About a half a second ago?
Me: This is why people have a hard time liking you, you know...
OR
how life can go in any direction that will not only be fun but will help me prosper. As of late, I have been seriously considering how great of an empire this dog business can be. Well, as seriously as I personally can. Which is a muted kind of serious at best but I am positive that with enough practice it will grow and become the most majestical of all seriousnesses. Unless it doesn't. I'm cool with that too.
I have the most spectacular dog idea ever. I can't talk about it, because it's a rather fresh idea that still needs cultivating but you and everyone else I can get my hands on will know about it the second it's a reality. Try to understand, it's not that I don't trust you, I just don't trust you. And this is one of the most exciting things I have ever thought of. I'm smiling. Can you tell that I'm smiling?
Last Tuesday a wrestling buddy of the AH and his wife joined us for yoga. This kid is supposedly extreme to the fullest extent when it comes to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu as in super strong, doesn't often tap out, fights like an animal, etc. He was talked up all day by the AH and after about 5 hours of it, I was feeling all insecure. There's something about sitting down to do a project next to a specialist in the field that makes me jumpy. They don't even have to look at me for me to sense the experience seeping out of their pores to lap against my green. It's me, I know it's me. 6:30 fast approaches and the next thing you know, we're walking into yoga. Since the back area only fit three people I went into the middle of the room and heaved a sigh of relief knowing I wouldn't have to be next to the professional superstar.
The middle of a bright room is way creepy when you are used to a dark corner. I recently decided to stop using a mat. I don't like the way it sometimes slips or how my hands slowly inch their way out of position. There I am sitting in the middle of all these people on mats who are looking at me and back at each other with confused expressions until one of the women asks if I have or want a mat and when I say no thank you she offers to get me one from the closet. I explain how I don't like the mats because everything slips about on me and while the girls take that in and giggle this wicked spaced out hippy chick next to me gets this knowing look on her face and says: oh... yeah... just dropping by... cool. I kept the laughter on the inside but it was awesome and showed me how great the middle of the room can be.
Irony is buying some sweet new yoga gear, not being able to get home in time to change and practicing yoga in dog fur covered work clothing. Warning: Don't wear pants that tie around the waist because when you go from downward dog to child pose your but sticks out BIG TIME.
Yeah, anyway, after class, superstars wife (who is pretty great by what I can tell) is laughing at the superstar and mimicking his breathing issues and grunting throughout the exercise. Ends up he's not good at yoga at all and I still just need to take on the AH (who is shockingly good at it). This is pretty sweet. Next class, I convince her to join me because I will finally have someone who will have fun with me and I'm not pretending anyone is anything but what they are. I will be happy in my space, with no expectations and I will let go of anything I don't need without feeling the need to name it.
This is your third eye: Hi, I'm always open and never run out of yellow energy.
Me: Hey. When's the last time you thought about the platypus?
Me: About a half a second ago?
Me: This is why people have a hard time liking you, you know...
OR
how life can go in any direction that will not only be fun but will help me prosper. As of late, I have been seriously considering how great of an empire this dog business can be. Well, as seriously as I personally can. Which is a muted kind of serious at best but I am positive that with enough practice it will grow and become the most majestical of all seriousnesses. Unless it doesn't. I'm cool with that too.
I have the most spectacular dog idea ever. I can't talk about it, because it's a rather fresh idea that still needs cultivating but you and everyone else I can get my hands on will know about it the second it's a reality. Try to understand, it's not that I don't trust you, I just don't trust you. And this is one of the most exciting things I have ever thought of. I'm smiling. Can you tell that I'm smiling?
Last Tuesday a wrestling buddy of the AH and his wife joined us for yoga. This kid is supposedly extreme to the fullest extent when it comes to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu as in super strong, doesn't often tap out, fights like an animal, etc. He was talked up all day by the AH and after about 5 hours of it, I was feeling all insecure. There's something about sitting down to do a project next to a specialist in the field that makes me jumpy. They don't even have to look at me for me to sense the experience seeping out of their pores to lap against my green. It's me, I know it's me. 6:30 fast approaches and the next thing you know, we're walking into yoga. Since the back area only fit three people I went into the middle of the room and heaved a sigh of relief knowing I wouldn't have to be next to the professional superstar.
The middle of a bright room is way creepy when you are used to a dark corner. I recently decided to stop using a mat. I don't like the way it sometimes slips or how my hands slowly inch their way out of position. There I am sitting in the middle of all these people on mats who are looking at me and back at each other with confused expressions until one of the women asks if I have or want a mat and when I say no thank you she offers to get me one from the closet. I explain how I don't like the mats because everything slips about on me and while the girls take that in and giggle this wicked spaced out hippy chick next to me gets this knowing look on her face and says: oh... yeah... just dropping by... cool. I kept the laughter on the inside but it was awesome and showed me how great the middle of the room can be.
Irony is buying some sweet new yoga gear, not being able to get home in time to change and practicing yoga in dog fur covered work clothing. Warning: Don't wear pants that tie around the waist because when you go from downward dog to child pose your but sticks out BIG TIME.
Yeah, anyway, after class, superstars wife (who is pretty great by what I can tell) is laughing at the superstar and mimicking his breathing issues and grunting throughout the exercise. Ends up he's not good at yoga at all and I still just need to take on the AH (who is shockingly good at it). This is pretty sweet. Next class, I convince her to join me because I will finally have someone who will have fun with me and I'm not pretending anyone is anything but what they are. I will be happy in my space, with no expectations and I will let go of anything I don't need without feeling the need to name it.
This is your third eye: Hi, I'm always open and never run out of yellow energy.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Snow snow go away...
and don't come back. I don't care if it's another day... I fucking hate you. Die.
So this might be a little more full of bitching than usual. Not sure yet, but I can see that it's mighty possible.
Today was one of those days where... well, you know how there are things you could hate about certain people if it bothered you enough, but it doesn't because that's your buddy and nothing they do bothers you that much? Okay, now you know the people who you wish it didn't bother you but it does and no matter how hard you try to not let it, it bores into your very soul and sucks the fucking life out of you? You know what? For the sake of conversation, let's call them "family".
At some point super awesome mingled with super annoying and then (probably because they had been drinking and found life a little boring as of late) decided to throw caution to the wind, went home soused and fucked bareback. Whatever they spawned dropped by the pearl today. I woke up feeling so snuggly and warm. No work + snowstorm usually = me putting on PJ's and kicking about for a bit humming and sipping coffee. This morning it equaled my door kicked in with the AH talking about driving about in the storm because "it's so beautiful and no one is out yet", attached it to a cup of coffee and I bought it hook line and sinker. It was totally worth it. And I do mean 100% absolutely fantastic. I even took some pictures of the beach:
Then it was time to get real and grab a shovel, and since we had goofed off for so long, and since it has started some weird rain/sleet deal while we were gone the snow that had collected in our absence was super heavy. I didn't care though, I was still all euphoric from making yoga my bitch the night before and just charged it. I was gearing up when no shit, she turns to me and says "you know, the neighbors are always so nice to us and I see them shoveling and I keep thinking I should go help them". My response was way to automatic and kicked the day off with "Yeah? Do ya? Is that what you think you should do?" because in MY head I can't picture talking about helping someone across the street shovel when the person you are addressing is about to handle what you left lie all day and you helping across the street actually robs the person helping you of a fucking shovel. Is it me? Is this me? I'm willing to admit when I am out of it. I really am. Go ahead, try me. Unless you're just being a dick and then that's pretty funny and I would totally do it to you.
It was random shit like this that happened all day that got my hate rocking. And I don't want to hate, I want to emanate sweetness and light. It just feels right. I went out to shovel again (I went out frequently since it was like shoveling water I didn't want it to get to build up to much and get to heavy). After I completed the front and the back and come in all sweaty and happy, she looks at me and
Me: I really love Mumford & Sons! I was dancing out there. You should seriously check them out.
Her: Um. Don't you want to shovel in front of the mailbox?
Me: No. No I don't. But you go right ahead any time you're ready okay?
Don't you want to shovel in front of the mailbox? No hey, thanks or best daughter ever! No no, more of a question of if I want to shovel the 900 pounds of snow in front of the fucking mailbox where the plows will continue to put it all night long. And I hate this shit because then I'm feeling all weird inside like I'm fishing for compliments just by making eye contact. Like I want a gold fucking star or something when really I just know that the snow isn't going to shovel itself and it's going to help the entire unit and I do it for myself as much as anyone else. The question wandered me into some bizarre boo I'm under-appreciated land even though I nuked that fucking place forever ago when I found it was full of these strange reptilian creatures who cry all the time and ask for change. What an awkward worms under the skin feeling you know? I bet martyrs feel it constantly but pass it off as how they are supposed to feel because they have psychobabbled themselves into thinking they are doing it for everyone else and that's what true altruism feels like. I mean it's not like they have martyr meetups where they share their experiences, how they felt over the last week and what they did to avoid drin... never mind.
There was more stupidity about dogs joining me out front and why can't I watch them while I shovel and plow trucks blast by the house and that was handled by me saying anyone else who wanted to do that was more than free or please piss off yeah? It was cool though because by the time I was almost to the point of burning the place to the ground the snow chilled out and more driving ensued.
omg woe is me huh?
There's this road between Kingston and Duxbury that is awesome all the time. In the spring and summer you are funneled through green and promises of a fairyland that ends by shooting you under this obscenely narrow bridge that snaps you back into reality but in a really neat risk taking kind of way that puts a cape on you if you're moving fast enough. In the fall it's on fire. You're driving through fire. Winter is always darker and more ominous but sometimes the branches sticking into the sky are sharpened enough that I can't believe I don't have a picture (or hundreds) of it. Once under the bridge you get the Jones River and eventually the ocean and it all happens perfectly but that one strip has always been a personal favorite. These pictures don't do it justice at all.
When we first approached it today I quite literally gasped with the beauty. Every single branch down to the tiniest one was decorated with a snowy sleeve and the contrast against the dark of the trunks and grey sky was thrilling.
Also, hello? I just met my newest love Mumford & Sons. With these guys pouring their magic into my ears, nothing in the world can keep me down. Not even the snow. This is the blackest of black magic.
Just in case you didn't know:
So this might be a little more full of bitching than usual. Not sure yet, but I can see that it's mighty possible.
Today was one of those days where... well, you know how there are things you could hate about certain people if it bothered you enough, but it doesn't because that's your buddy and nothing they do bothers you that much? Okay, now you know the people who you wish it didn't bother you but it does and no matter how hard you try to not let it, it bores into your very soul and sucks the fucking life out of you? You know what? For the sake of conversation, let's call them "family".
At some point super awesome mingled with super annoying and then (probably because they had been drinking and found life a little boring as of late) decided to throw caution to the wind, went home soused and fucked bareback. Whatever they spawned dropped by the pearl today. I woke up feeling so snuggly and warm. No work + snowstorm usually = me putting on PJ's and kicking about for a bit humming and sipping coffee. This morning it equaled my door kicked in with the AH talking about driving about in the storm because "it's so beautiful and no one is out yet", attached it to a cup of coffee and I bought it hook line and sinker. It was totally worth it. And I do mean 100% absolutely fantastic. I even took some pictures of the beach:
Then it was time to get real and grab a shovel, and since we had goofed off for so long, and since it has started some weird rain/sleet deal while we were gone the snow that had collected in our absence was super heavy. I didn't care though, I was still all euphoric from making yoga my bitch the night before and just charged it. I was gearing up when no shit, she turns to me and says "you know, the neighbors are always so nice to us and I see them shoveling and I keep thinking I should go help them". My response was way to automatic and kicked the day off with "Yeah? Do ya? Is that what you think you should do?" because in MY head I can't picture talking about helping someone across the street shovel when the person you are addressing is about to handle what you left lie all day and you helping across the street actually robs the person helping you of a fucking shovel. Is it me? Is this me? I'm willing to admit when I am out of it. I really am. Go ahead, try me. Unless you're just being a dick and then that's pretty funny and I would totally do it to you.
It was random shit like this that happened all day that got my hate rocking. And I don't want to hate, I want to emanate sweetness and light. It just feels right. I went out to shovel again (I went out frequently since it was like shoveling water I didn't want it to get to build up to much and get to heavy). After I completed the front and the back and come in all sweaty and happy, she looks at me and
Me: I really love Mumford & Sons! I was dancing out there. You should seriously check them out.
Her: Um. Don't you want to shovel in front of the mailbox?
Me: No. No I don't. But you go right ahead any time you're ready okay?
Don't you want to shovel in front of the mailbox? No hey, thanks or best daughter ever! No no, more of a question of if I want to shovel the 900 pounds of snow in front of the fucking mailbox where the plows will continue to put it all night long. And I hate this shit because then I'm feeling all weird inside like I'm fishing for compliments just by making eye contact. Like I want a gold fucking star or something when really I just know that the snow isn't going to shovel itself and it's going to help the entire unit and I do it for myself as much as anyone else. The question wandered me into some bizarre boo I'm under-appreciated land even though I nuked that fucking place forever ago when I found it was full of these strange reptilian creatures who cry all the time and ask for change. What an awkward worms under the skin feeling you know? I bet martyrs feel it constantly but pass it off as how they are supposed to feel because they have psychobabbled themselves into thinking they are doing it for everyone else and that's what true altruism feels like. I mean it's not like they have martyr meetups where they share their experiences, how they felt over the last week and what they did to avoid drin... never mind.
There was more stupidity about dogs joining me out front and why can't I watch them while I shovel and plow trucks blast by the house and that was handled by me saying anyone else who wanted to do that was more than free or please piss off yeah? It was cool though because by the time I was almost to the point of burning the place to the ground the snow chilled out and more driving ensued.
omg woe is me huh?
There's this road between Kingston and Duxbury that is awesome all the time. In the spring and summer you are funneled through green and promises of a fairyland that ends by shooting you under this obscenely narrow bridge that snaps you back into reality but in a really neat risk taking kind of way that puts a cape on you if you're moving fast enough. In the fall it's on fire. You're driving through fire. Winter is always darker and more ominous but sometimes the branches sticking into the sky are sharpened enough that I can't believe I don't have a picture (or hundreds) of it. Once under the bridge you get the Jones River and eventually the ocean and it all happens perfectly but that one strip has always been a personal favorite. These pictures don't do it justice at all.
When we first approached it today I quite literally gasped with the beauty. Every single branch down to the tiniest one was decorated with a snowy sleeve and the contrast against the dark of the trunks and grey sky was thrilling.
Also, hello? I just met my newest love Mumford & Sons. With these guys pouring their magic into my ears, nothing in the world can keep me down. Not even the snow. This is the blackest of black magic.
Just in case you didn't know:
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
What you see is not always what you get...
I was watching a UFC fight the other day and while the main conversation was about the fight and the people in it, my internal monologue was very different, way funnier, and that's when I wondered how often everyone around me is seeing something while I am seeing something totally and completely different (not to mention hysterical) and how much that affects my relationships as a whole. Often times when I say what is going through my head I get a blank stare or a confused searching look and for some reason, just this once, I didn't say "I don't think I would enjoy getting my face punched in while staring at a massive ROCKSTAR advertisement. That would wicked bum me out." Because it would bum me out big time. As in how UNrockstar of me.
Favorite quote of this week: “For 8 years now I’ve been addicted to cold turkey. When I tell people I’m quitting cold turkey, they say, ”What are you quitting?”, and I reply, "I’m fucking quitting cold turkey.”
Favorite quote of this week: “For 8 years now I’ve been addicted to cold turkey. When I tell people I’m quitting cold turkey, they say, ”What are you quitting?”, and I reply, "I’m fucking quitting cold turkey.”
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Mega Worm
This is quite possibly the best game I have played. And I'm not even a game person. Between Mega Worm, Cut the Rope and Angry Birds I barely know what to do with myself. Like that's a surprise.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I really like this one...
I know I am a lazy blogger as of late. I know.
I'm cutting all my hair off again. This time I think I am going to embrace the punk rock look and go with blonde tips. I shit you not. Since my hair is now curly... can I have a moment to say a good old fashioned what the hell?? Up until now my hair has always been straight as a board. All of a sudden it's crazy curly? wassupwitdat? So here I am trying to figure out what to do with it. F. Product. I feel like I am five standing in front of my mothers vanity with her hair products and her hair dryer. It's that weird for me. So I'm just going to beat this and cut it all off. Ha. Take that! And that!
Here's what it looks like now:
And here are some of the styles I am going to show my hair dresser. Completely ignore the colors. #5 and #6 are fast becoming favorites. #4 is the winner sometimes but I don't know if it's the hair or the attitude on her face? Also, we all know how I feel about headbands. Yeah, I love me a headband.
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