If I’m on the street, depending on the street, I’d definitely be in the top three…

September 29, 2008

I decided to take the goat worth quiz again, and found that they changed all the questions.  I’m now worth nine goats!  Apparently, I’m “almost the most beautiful girl here.”


It’s all in the timing.

September 29, 2008

I have bad allergies in the autumn, so this season I’ve been taking a scheduled drug cocktail I concocted myself.  When I wake up, I take generic Claritin RediTabs, which melt in my mouth and are generally delicious.  (For five days only, that’s been replaced with a trial run of generic Zyrtec, which I have to swallow with water like a sucka.  My conclusions?  With Claritin, I can breathe through my nose, but it runs a lot.  With Zyrtec, I can’t breathe through my nose, but it doesn’t run.  Those are the only differences, as far as I can tell.)  At bedtime, I take generic Benadryl.  Since it makes me sleepy, and since I’ve been going to bed around 3am and waking up well after noon and feeling rather unproductive, I tried taking Benadryl at midnight.  I got slightly sleepy at 2am, which happily coincided with the ending of the last episode of season one of 30 Rock I was watching on DVD.  The result?  I woke up at 9:30am.  Well played!

He’s a big boy now!

September 26, 2008

Jonathan has gotten much bigger – and has become much more trusting – since I first rescued him!  In fact, he’s so friendly, that every time I get the camera out to take his picture, he comes running over to me so fast that I usually end up with either the photo above, or something like this:

But sometimes he’s a good boy and stands very still so I can take a picture like this:

The End of an Era

September 23, 2008

I unpacked all my dirty naked babies this evening.  While I had fun reminiscing, I just don’t have room to keep them.  The ones with complete parts are going to the Goodwill, and the incomplete ones are going to the trash.  I am keeping my baby in a jar, devil puppets, and one choice doll which I don’t think I ever used in my photographs:

I enjoy how her eyes, which are naturally lightly colored, have a film of dirtiness over them, which makes her look like a zombie.  She’s a keeper!

Extended Staycation

September 22, 2008

I just received word that my staycation has been extended for two more weeks, so I’m to start my school externship on Monday, October 13.  Typically, I would be elated.  But while there are many awesome, free things to do in my apartment (e.g., play with Jonathan, unpack boxes, hang pictures, knit, watch TV, watch DVD’s), the only thing I want to do when I’m bored is spend money.  Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of discretionary income these days.

I hate those guys.

September 16, 2008

I renewed my driver’s license today so I could vote near my actual residence, instead of driving across town to where I used to live.  I was thrilled to step inside and see only two people in line ahead of me; I don’t think I was in the building more than 15 minutes!  But those jerks can still find ways to screw you sideways.  The camera that takes the driver’s license photos was about 10 inches lower than my line of sight.  Disregarding all my knowledge of photography and portraiture, I looked down into the camera when my picture was taken.  So now I have what appears to be a goiter in my driver’s license photo.  It looks a little something like this:

If you don’t believe me, feel free to stop by and I’ll show you my license.  Until then, I’ll be curled up on the couch crying into my pint of Ben and Jerry’s, vowing to start exercising tomorrow.

Hi, there! Do you eat tomatoes?

September 11, 2008

That is what a first-floor neighbor called out to me this afternoon while I was rearranging my balcony furniture.  I told him that no, indeed I do not eat tomatoes.  He replied that his sister grows tomatoes and gave him a bunch.  They’re hanging right inside [points to his sliding glass door] on his kitchen chair, if I know of anyone who would want some tomatoes.

So, if you would like some free tomatoes, I suppose all you have to do is walk in and take them off this man’s kitchen chair.  But you had better hurry.  He appears to be peddling his tomatoes from patio to patio while walking his dog.