je souhaite que je pourrais parler français...

...not as crazy as before, but only because I know now that there are others like me

Thu, 01 May 2008 22:15:39 GMT

So, after my last read, I promptly went and ordered Liza Palmer's first book, Conversatons with the Fat Girl. I am proud to say that I restrained myself from devouring it as soon as the ever-so-nice UPS man dropped it off yesterday.

Instead, I only read the first chapter, and waited until today to devour the remainder of it.

Just have to say, I love this Liza Palmer. I think she is my long lost soul-twin. The book: well, not as "OMG-Must-Read-and-Re-read-Again-Again-Or-Fucking-DIEEEE!!!!" as her second/most recent book (aka, the Most Current Literary Love of My Life, Seeing Me Naked), but still very good and highly recommended. I mean, it's about a chubby girl named Maggie who has a master's degree in museum studies (which is what I was about 5 minutes away from going to graduate school for...8 years ago). How could I not love and recommend it?

One of these days, I'm really going to have to stop reading for pleasure and start doing work again, and that day is soon. Very soon. Like, "yesterday...and the day before" soon.

I just don't want to effing do it anymore. It hurts my soul.

...which after reading this book (CwtFG), is just so fitting.

I am officially a crazy person.

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 03:31:03 GMT

So, last night, I read a book. This book, to be exact.

By that, I do not mean that I picked it back up after so many days of reading and happened to finish it last night before I went to sleep at a reasonable hour. Oh, no. Quite no. Instead, I mean to say that I hadn't yet opened the book or taken the price sticker off of the back*, let alone started reading it, before I climbed into bed at approximately 9:50 p.m. and grabbed it from the top of the "to be read" stack on my nightstand.

I finished sometime between 2:00 a.m. and 4:30 a.m. Kind of a big window, yes, but at 12:45, I vacated our bedroom and took up shop in the guest bedroom (which has no clock), because I figured that, if the light from my lamp didn't keep Ben from getting a good night's sleep, my laughing out loud and occasionally repositioning myself and the pillows as I continued to read into the wee hours surely would.

So, I have no idea what time I actually went to sleep, but I know that super-early morning traffic started to pick up before I was able to even get properly sleepy all hopped up on a "good read" buzz, so 4:30 is my best guess.

But back to the book. Yes, it was that good. I mean, it wasn't Anna Karenina (dark, deep, super-meaningful) or anything, but it certainly had its moments. It was more like a really good, romantic, cheesy chick movie (or TV show) I can watch over and over again (see: Wimbledon, Sliding Doors, Serendipity, S&tC, etc., etc.,), as evidenced by the fact that instead of working for a good portion of today, I caught up on the sleep I missed last night and went back and re-read the best parts of the book.

Yeah. I'm that girl.

I can't even explain it. It was just really good chick lit, which makes me throw up a little in my mouth to even type. But there you have it. I read chick lit and I like it. There. I said it. Does that make me a cliche? Does it make me boring? Predictable? Mindless? Suburban? Lame? Sad? Oh So-Very Married and Thirty? Nah...I don't think so. I think it makes me more well-rounded. Yeah, we'll go with that.

Anyway, I decided to put the book in the closet today, lest I be tempted to go back and read it for a third time in fewer than 48 hours...without being able to explain exactly why. And it has suddenly occurred to me that I could just go open the door three feet away from me and re-read it again rather quickly and no one would have to know (or get hurt), but I think I should offer to share it with anyone local in need of a good, quick, girly read. But if I need a fix, you have to promise to at least let me sniff the page you're on when I'm in the vicinity of the book, please.

Also, I ordered the author's first book today from Amazon. It should be here tomorrow, so I may wait before getting too involved in the book I started earlier today to get my mind off of the one I can't stop reading like it's crack. If her first book is anything like the second, I may as well just go ahead and plan to spend a night reading it, and part of the next day re-reading it, before I commit to anything else.

Oh, and props to my husband for picking it up off the shelf at Target and saying, "I think this sounds like something you'd like." So like, 1,000 points for him.

And P.S.: An excerpt from a review at All Things Girl, just to prove how not-alone I am in this: "As rich and fulfilling as Elisabeth’s Cherry Clafouti, Seeing Me Naked is a simply fabulous read. Calling it mere “chick lit” is like calling a glass of Big Fire Pinot Noir a simple glass of wine. It’s rich and masterful while being down to earth and simply real. I’ve already read it twice, and have passed it on to my best friend to devour."

So. There. Maybe I am a little bit crazy, but at least I'm not alone.

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*So, before I start a new book, the absolute first thing I have to do is remove any price or "Borders 20% off" stickers from the thing, otherwise that sticker will drive me absolutely crazy, and I won't be able to concentrate on what I'm reading for all of the fiddling with and peeling, curling, obsessively playing with the stickers all over the book. And then, I'll have to constantly go back and re-read passages, because I'll all of a sudden start paying attention and think, "OMG!!! Stop playing with the sticker!", which of course reminds me that the sticker is there and ready to be played with again and again, until it falls off the book, and I lose my place and forget who the main character is, and start wondering to myself, "When did that happen? Did I miss something?" And before I know it, I'm playing with the damn sticker again. Ugh. Just say "no" to stickers.

Maggie's Summer Concert Series

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 19:22:12 GMT

So, it's about that time again. I'm getting itchy for a concert or five. Here are some upcoming ~~concerts~~shows I really wouldn't mind seeing:

Jon Stewart: May 10@ Cobb Energy Performing Arts Center

~~Dying Fetus: May 21 @ the Masquerade~~

Erykah Badu: May 23 @ the Fox

Over the Rhine: May 31 @ the Variety

Ingrid Michaelson: June 10 @ the Variety

Vampire Weekend: June 11 @ the Variety

Cat Power: June 15 @ the Tabernacle

R.E.M (with Modest Mouse!): June 21 @ Lakewood Ampitheatre

Note: If I thought for a second I'd be able to stomach a multi-day, camping in the outdoors, drunk hippie mudwrestling festival, I'd go to Bonnaroo just to see ADELE....and Ben Folds, Cat Power, The Bluegrass Allstars, Iron and Wine, Rilo Kiley, Tegan & Sara, Aimee Mann, Ladytron, Jakob Dylan, Vampire Weekend, Janeane Garafolo, and Mike Birbiglia. But considering that's only about a handful of the acts lined up, I really don't think it would be worth it.

So, is there anyone else out there who might be interested in one or more of these shows, too?

So, remember earlier when I said, basically, I didn't really hate my job so much?

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 04:48:05 GMT

I take it back. I still hate it. A lot. Why? Let's see...it's 12:32 a.m., and I just finished up today's work...or would that be yesterday's work? It's totally my own fault for procrastinating today, I know. But still. So tired. I would stab that book with my wee mechanical pencil, but I have no energy left.

And yes, my LJ will soon be consumed with pictures. As that little brat from that one reality TV show said all the time, "Deal with it!!!"

it's a beautiful day and the pollen isn't totally killing me...

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 17:12:01 GMT

..so I think it's time to share some pictures, courtesy of my new best friend and phone, Blackjack II!

I love telecommuting (well..when the remote connection works)! This is my office, or at least my part of the communal office, when I'm at home (and no, I can't work with all of that clutter around me, which is why I'm posting pictures to LJ instead of working, which I really need to do):

Two of my favorite things about working from home: Working with the windows open (and being able to prop my feet up on the windowsill when I sit in my chair), and being able to hang with The Poostinkler. Chester loves open windows, too. Mostly because it is easier for him to hear/see/smell his arch nemesis, the UPS truck, coming from down the street. Ben and I have decided that Chester takes extreme offense to anyone or anything else being big and brown, because it's hard to tell if he hates the driver of the truck (he's such a little racist), the truck itself, or both. It should be noted here that he doesn't react whatsoever to the FedEx truck or any of the 5 school buses that pass by each day, all of which sound, to my ears at least, exactly like the UPS truck. But I digress...

Aww...somebody's so sweet and smart! And big and brown!

Yeah...it's hard to complain about a job that sucks when, about 95% of the time, I don't have to deal with ridiculous Atlanta traffic, obnoxious work-people, a business-casual dress code, socks, fluorescent lights, cubicles, restricted internet access, overpriced cafeteria food, bad coffee, public restrooms, or a fixed 8-5 schedule. Heck, I didn't even bother blow drying my hair today and only put on a dab of makeup in anticipation of my grocery store outing later. So, as much as I dislike what I do and want to completely change careers, on days like today it's kind of hard to remember why (okay, well...it's not, but you get the point).

Things you never knew about our first president....

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 02:03:34 GMT

...this little topic of conversation came up after 2 bottles of wine, last week's 5 episodes of The Colbert Report, and a failed attempt at getting Ben to watch an episode of the HBO miniseries, John Adams (maybe not so very work-safe):

Why, oh why, have I never seen this before?

P.S. I <3 History! I finished Season 1 of The Tudors today. All I have to say is, where the heck was Fabio? There was so much bodice-ripping going on that I didn't know what to do with myself. That's not to say I didn't enjoy it, but jeez...Showtime loves boobies, apparently.

good v. bad...but sort of good.

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 17:20:19 GMT

1) one of my new favorites:

love her. cannot wait until she makes her way to Atlanta.

2) one of my least favorites of all time:

work. or, more specifically, my job...career...whatever.

so, in keeping with everyone else i know turning 30-something and making a major life change (read: going to law school), i am also seriously considering finally going to grad school myself--but for me, it's social work. my first step is going to be taking the GRE again...as it's been about 8.5 years since I took it last. wow. that's an eye-opener. so, i'm going to do that, see how well (or poorly) i do, and go from there. i have two local program options, only one of them having a part-time option...so i guess i really only have one local option. but it's a pretty decent one, i think. the deadline for application was February 1, but i could always submit it late and cross my fingers. or wait until next fall to start. all of this hinges upon securing some sort of financial aid (from g-ma's education fund or elsewhere), of course.

so. that's that. for now.

Top 5 Favorite Songs From 1978 (We should really revive a 'Daily Top 5' ala High Fidelity)

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 19:34:36 GMT

One of my LJ friends, lbangs, posted today about American Idol (sort of), which I don't watch; but apparently they're making the contestants pick songs from their birth year to perform on the show. That's pretty cool. If I had a decent singing voice, wouldn't pass out standing up in front of a big group of people, and happened to be on American Idol this season, I would choose from the following:

1) Heart of Glass, Blondie
2) Roxanne, the Police
3) Beast of Burden, the Rolling Stones
4) Because the Night, Patti Smith
5) Anything from the Grease soundtrack (but probably There are Worse Things I Could Do or maybe Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee, because I do love me some Stockard Channing)

So...because I'm curious and think there a good chunk of people on the FList who aren't on the one of Mr. Bangs, what would you choose?

Flat Stanley's Mega-Atlanta-sized Adventure

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 16:37:17 GMT

The tentative lineup:

Friday
1. Fernbank
2. Fox Theatre
3. CNN/Centennial Park (if we can get down there)
4. New World of Coke
5. Dinner @ Murphy's

Saturday
1. Zoo Atlanta
2. Carter Center (while Ben gets a haircut)
3. Kit's Birthday Party

Optionals:
1. Center for Puppetry Arts (Fri/Sat)
2. Botanical Gardens (Fri/Sat)
3. MLK, Jr. Center (Fri/Sat)
4. Georgia State Capitol Museum (Fri)
5. Margaret Mitchell House (Fri/Sat)
6. Atlanta History Center (Fri/Sat)

And maybe, just maybe, we'll get lucky and run into Baton Bob somewhere. If anyone wants to join us, give one or both of us a call (though we're leaving in a few minutes for the Fernbank, so that will probably be a no-go for lots of you.)

Weee!

SatC

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 13:10:53 GMT

Just so you know...

And, yes. I'm actually one of those girls (okay, women) who is excited about this. So excited that she'd put a countdown widget for it in her LJ. And go on the hunt for some S&tC icons. So...maybe I'm a little too excited. But, as Miranda once said, "It's my thing. I love it. Let it go."

Yeah. This is one of those things that makes me a total girl.

Nike 5K For Kids @ Piedmont Park

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 15:41:12 GMT

Well....sort of. The run wasn't canceled, amazingly enough, but when Ben and I woke up this morning at 6:00 to start getting ready, it was raining and 40 degrees (wind chill of 32), so we made the co-executive decision to stay home and run our own Silver Comet 5K Replacement Run for the Nike 5K For Kids. We sat down to play some WoW, and it started snowing, thus confirming (for us) that we made the right decision. Around 9:00, we stretched, bundled up, and headed out to run our SC5KRRftK5K4K, only to be dusted with snow for the first half of the run. Then the sun came out, but it was still chilly enough to be comfortable. For the last kilometer, I was thinking to myself, "man, I could've done so much better than this if I didn't have this stupid water bottle camel pack thing around my waist; not the best run ever, but it'll do, I guess."

Lo and behold, I jogged into the driveway, ended the workout, and was congratulated by my good buddy Lance (Armstrong, that is) on my new personal best for the 5k!

So, woot for that! It wasn't a very pretty run, or even a consistent one, but I'll take it! Now, a post-run snack and a shower before heading into town.

wow...i never do these...especially after lots of beer.

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 03:20:46 GMT

(answer the questions using one word only--gah!)

1. Where is your cell phone? purse?

2. Your significant other? Ben

3. Your hair? crazy

4. Your favorite thing? poobears

5. Your dream last night? weird

6. Your favorite drink? dirty

7. Your dream/goal? happiness

8. The room you're in? office

9. Your ex? wiener

10. Your fear? failure

11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? home

12. Where were you last night? in-laws

13. What you're not? mean?

14. Muffins? tops?

15. One of your wish list items? skinny

16. Where you grew up? Mannford

17. The last thing you did? drink

18. What are you wearing? poojammers

19. Your TV Brand? Samsung

20. Your pets? kickass

21. Your computer? Bret

22. Your life? confused

23. Your mood? calm

24. Missing someone? plural

25. Your car? newish

26. Something you're not wearing? makeup

27. Favorite Store? Target

28. Your summer? blazing

29. Like someone? yep

30. When is the last time you laughed? minutes

31. Last time you cried? yesterday

32. Who will/would re-post this? nobody

33. When was the last time you were sick? December

in other news...it's supposed to be snowing tomorrow morning during our 5K. let me say again...snowing. BTW, it was in the 60s until about an hour ago. but we have warm running clothes, so it'll be okay. tomorrow, brunch with the girls, and then hanging out until the evening hours.

p.s. lowest weight in as long as i can remember this morning...and tomorrow is going to be a very good day...probably with more drinking.

meme-riffic and other stuff

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 13:55:00 GMT

- January 25 -
You are very ambitious, serious and loyal. You are hardworking, smart and organized and you have no problems getting what you want out of life.
Positive Traits: logical, intuitive, rational, responsible, perfectionist
Negative Traits: inflexibility, paranoia, introversion, misanthropy, obsessive
'What does your Birthdate mean?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Huh. Positives and negatives are pretty right on...interesting.

In other news, my neck and shoulders are still effed up from Sunday's impromptu visit to Six Flags. I blame The Ninja (or, World's Suckiest Roller Coaster Ever: So Sucky, It Shouldn't Be Called A 'Coaster', but a 'Crusher') on my distress. Goliath was the coaster of my dreams/nightmares (quite literally--the one where I'm on a roller coaster and actually come out of the seat, only to be flung on the tracks ahead of the car, which rest over a very shallow and icky pond), only I didn't come all the way out of the seat, so it was good. Thrilling enough to make me want to ride it twice, but scary enough to make me hold on for dear life the entire time.

But, I have to say, the most memorable part of the day was Superman. Despite having said "I might pass on Superman; the ride is fine, it's just the hanging there afterward that gets to me," Kim decided to ride with us and I think lived to regret it when, after the ride was over, we got stuck in a "hanging-from-the-back-while-sitting-and-facing-the-ground" position for 10-15 minutes because the car in front of us was having "technical difficulties." James and Ben had issues with the position for various and obvious reasons, but Kim and I couldn't stop giggling, though it seemed like she was trying not to throw up the whole time. I tried to get a game of "I spy" going, but the game was pretty much over with my first "I spy something...red." Ben claimed that this looked like a job for Superman, which made everyone (including some people hanging in front of us) laugh, and fairly soon it was all over. Shortly afterward, we procured some Dippin' Dots ("Ice Cream of the FyOoooocHaaaa!"), and all was right with the world. Note: things to take with us or wear on the next trip to Six Flags: a chessboard (for coaster pictures), shoes other than flip-flops, a shirt that doesn't flash boobies to people above, below, and beside when on a roller-coaster, and sunglasses that fit.

In other other-news, Ben and I are running theNike 5k for Kids this Saturday at Piedmont Park, our first "race" of the year. It's no half-marathon (Meghann), but it should be a good time. If anyone else is doing it, let me/us know, and we'll try to hook up before the race.

For now, it's back to work, I guess.

Boo on that.

No, really...What is it about creepy guys in the food service industry thinking I'm hot?

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 20:43:20 GMT

This past Tuesday morning, Ben was working at home, which for him required a large cup of coffee. This wasn't a problem; however, we were out of the ever-important component of a cup of coffee in our house: creamer. Seems we were also out of cat litter, and I needed to pick up a prescription across the street anyway, so, like a good little wifey, I offered to go to the store for the necessities. So. I headed to the store at about 7:45...which is unheard of in my world. I really wasn't awake enough to care what I looked like, so I put on my huge wide-leg "yoga"/sleeping pants, a bra on under the t-shirt in which I slept, and pulled on my new favorite Nike running jacket with the thumb-holes in the sleeves. Hair in greasy ponytail-ish thing, and zero makeup on my face, I was looking pretty effing hot (and by "hot" I really mean the exact opposite of that).

I'm going through the store on my usual path when I start thinking about what we could do for dinner (stuffed peppers, ala Isle of Palms), and getting the things for them, and I head over to the meat department. I see some of the usual faces, the somewhat intimidating (as in not "smiley" or overly friendly) African-American fish monger being one of them. I mumble a groggy "g'morning" in reply to his greeting on my way to the meat as he is hosing down the empty fish cases. I then remember that I had passed the cat litter and circled back to that isle. I'm there, getting the litter, and here comes the fish monger in his hairnet of glory. The following ensues in the litter/pet food/battery isle:

"''Scuse me. Hi there. What's your name?"
"Uh..Maggie."
"Hi, Maggie. I'm Tyrone. It's very nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too."
(At this point, Tyrone says one of two things which I can't quite make out, partly because he's kind of mumbley, and partly because I'm kind of taken aback at the exchange, because I see this guy at least twice a week, and he's just now engaging me in conversation. And we're not at the fish counter; we're standing right in front of cat litter. At any rate, it has something to do with him seeing my "pretty smile" when I'm in the store, and coming to see him next time I'm there).

I proceed to the checkout lanes, thinking about how strange it is, but nice and flattering, in a bizarre, "Powder Springs" sort of way. And then I pay for my groceries and walk my cart back to the car, thinking I can't wait to tell Ben about my strange morning encounter. I sense someone coming out of the store behind me, but it doesn't dawn on me that the person is following me and walking slowly toward me, waiting for me to unload my cart. I shut the back door of my car, look up as I'm wheeling my cart around and taking it to the return space, and there's Tyrone. Again. Still in his hairnet.

"Hi, Maggie. Listen, I'm really sorry to bother you, but here's my number; why don't you take it and give me a call sometime?" He gives me a meaningful look.
I feel my eyes grow a bit wide as I look down at the torn piece of notebook paper he's starting to hand me, (with Tyrone (underlined) xxx-xxx-xxxx) and I offer an, "Ooh...um...I'm married."
"Oh you are? OH, I'm sorry. I didn't see a ring."
I look down at my hand, and sure enough, neither of my rings is there. But look! The skin is indented where it usually goes!
"Oh," my surprise is evident, at least to me. "I'm not wearing my ring today."

(At this point, I don't feel like I know Tyrone well enough to offer the explanation of the mysterious skin-stripping and hardening that is occurring on my ring finger's knuckle, which is made more painful by the wearing of my rings; nor do I feel that he cares to hear my theory about the cold-weather/morning swelling that occurs in my hands, making the removal and/or putting on of any rings before noon damn near impossible.)

"Okay, well, have a nice day," he says, taking back his piece of paper.
"You, too."

I'm sure he thought I was lying about being married, but here's the thing: a) I WASN'T, and b) Ben and I go to the store together a lot, and we buy a lot of fish. We've even been in there together to buy fish, and Tyrone has helped us, while we were both wearing rings and standing there, right in front of him, grocery shopping and being married. I just don't get it.

Anyhoo, for the time being, I think I have to either shop at the farther-away Kroger or send Ben to Publix for the groceries. I mean, flattering as it was to be given a guy's number when I looked like a pile of chubby crap, I'm just still a little bit creeped out about being followed to my car by a guy wearing a white coat and hairnet.

_{(cross-posted to baggie.)}

My mom is a movie star, and Nike+ saved my life.

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 18:41:59 GMT

"Helloo?" mom answers the telephone, her voice full of sleep.
"Hi, mom. I just got your message from last night. Everything okay?" I ask, a little concerned by the tone of her voice in the message.
"Oh!," she says, suddenly wide awake. "I was just calling to tell you that I'm a movie star."

So, yeah...Apparently, my mom is in a straight-to-DVD movie wearing nothing more than a bathing suit.

Well, okay. That's a bit of a lie. She's wearing a bathing suit and a sash that says, "Miss Mannford." See, in 1967, my mom was a contestant for the title of Miss Keystone Lake; the winner (who was not my mother) would go on to compete in the title for Miss Oklahoma. This was before the establishment of the Miss Striped Bass Pageant (also known as the "Miss Striper City" Pageant), as part of the Mannford Striped Bass Festival; Mannford, Oklahoma being the Striped Bass capital of Oklahoma, or, depending upon which of the 3,200 locals you ask, the U.S., and even the world.

You may be asking yourself, "Why should I give a crap about your mom being in a beauty pageant 40+ years ago? And what exactly does that have to do with her being a movie star? Miss Striped Bass whaaa?!" Well, you probably shouldn't give a crap, but I think it's kinda cool, if not really disturbingly funny (read on). And as far as the 'movie star' part goes, this is, as Paul Harvey says, the rest of the story:

Ben and I spent this past Christmas at mom and John's new pad in Tulsa, which is another story in itself (They are all so crazy). A few days before Christmas Eve, Ben, mom, and I were out doing some last minute shopping, but mom ended up having to take grandma to the urgent care center for [unknown old person's ailment]. So, she put us in charge of procuring a couple of DVDs from Steve's Sundry, namely Fantastic Tulsa Films: Volume 1 and 2, for my step-dad's stocking.

Fast forward to Monday night.

Mom and John had finally gotten around to watching Volume 1 on Sunday, and were settling in to watch Volume 2. In one of the opening scenes, they saw video footage of this:

My mom, Miss Mannford, is the short one on the far right. The disturbingly funny part is not her hair, or the chick with the glasses on the far left, or the fact that there are 7 teenage girls dressed in matching bathing suits on a boat roaming the waters of Lake Keystone, but the fact that my mom was about 6 to 8 weeks pregnant with my older sister at the time of pageantry (if I'm not mistaken about the dates of the pageant). Yeah...as Andrew would say, "it's funny 'cause it's true."

When I asked her about the timeline of events and told her that I'd been doing some math, and that if the pageant was when I thought it was, she was already pregnant, she was like, "well, let's see...I got pregnant in, like, April, and the pageant was in May or June...so, yeah. Heehee. I guess I was, but just barely." Barely still counts in the Pregnant Contest, I'm pretty sure, ma. So, we had a good chuckle about that, and she noted that if pageant officials had found out she was pregnant, they would have stripped her of her crown, but even if they did, there was no other girl to give it to, as she had been the only contestant. So, she won her Miss Mannford title much in the same way I won that first student council seat my freshman year of high school...yeah, the similarities of mine and my mother's high school experiences really are striking, no? She: cheerleader, getting pregnant and eloping sans parental consent at 16, having a Happy 17th Birthday baby; Me: student council, SADD president, National Honor Society. Yeah. We were practically the same girl.

Anyhoo, mom couldn't be more excited that she's "in a movie," and didn't even mention (or remember, before our conversation) that she was knocked up at the time. She sent the above picture (which is found on the "Fantastic Tulsa Films: Volume 2" website) to everyone in her address book. It's so cute. She's even promised to bring the DVD to Vegas next week so that Ben and I can see it (this was the option she gave after I refused to let her buy us a copy of the DVD just so we could see her). I guess we can throw her a bone and pause the Incredible, Fantasmagorical 30th Birthday Trip to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada In Which We Dine At Fancy Restaurants of Famous Television Chef Stars, Work Off Fancy Meals At MGM Grand's Gym, Gamble Away Our Retirement Money, Possibly Sit Next To Vince Vaughn At a Blackjack Table, and Spit On Celine Dion^TM to celebrate my mother's 30 seconds of fame.

I think the theme of the trip should be '30' (30 drinks, 30 minutes of gambling and losing before we give up, $30 per person spent on gambling, 30 pictures of tourists doing tacky things, 30 things that can be seen on CSI, etc.,) unlike my last trip to Vegas (Spring Break 2000!!), when the primary goal was to get and stay drunk for 72 hours. My goal this time around, now that I'm 8 years older and a tiny bit wiser, is to NOT be drunk the entire time I'm there, because in hindsight, that was nooooo fun. Well, parts of it were awesome, but boarding a plane still drunk, sitting on a tarmac for four agonizing hours in 100+ degree heat, hungover with the most raging case of heartburn ever...yeah, not so much with The Fun. The only downside I see to the trip is not having friends around next Friday; but our advance planning skills and tendency to decide to do things like take spur-of-the-moment trips being what they are, things just didn't really work out. I guess I will settle for having a fake birthday in Atlanta when we get back, even if it only consists of dinner out somewhere and playing some Rock Band. :)

Seriously? I'm turning 30 one week from today? That's not even right. 2007 went by so quickly; my next post will probably be something like, "OMG, I'm turning 35 in a week!! How did this happen?!?!" It is official, though. I'm getting old. Today I got so irritated with myself because I forgot to order my firming eye cream from Origins when I made one of our twice-monthly orders for things last week. When the box came today and I realized I'd forgotten to get it, I was like, "what am I going to do if I run out before it's gets here?!?! YOUTHTOPIA! I need YOU(th)!!!" Yeah, I even thought the "(th)" part.

Anyhoo. Christmas was a blast, but we didn't get any friend-time because grandma was acting as Monopolizer of Time, as per usual, and we all got sick at some point. But it was a decent trip, nonetheless. Mom's choices in guest bedroom furniture leave a lot to be desired, but we got to see snow, we got to cook a Christmas Fiesta (El Dinner-o), and we got lots of cool stuff. I got a new iPod nano, Nike+ accessories, lots of cool books and movies, a Paella pan (yummy), and an 8-bottle wine fridge that is broken and doesn't really fit anywhere in our house. But hey, it's the thought that counts.

Can I just say that Nike+ has changed my life? I know, I know. Our friend Jon Acuff, God-writer extraordinnaire would disagree and say something smart and honest like, "A brand new pair of Nike shoes will not make you a faster runner," but I disagree. Well, maybe I agree about the shoes, because shoes are just shoes (depending on the shoes). If one had crappy shoes before and bought a new pair of shoes that fit well, regardless of the brand, those new shoes would probably allow that person to run farther, and perhaps a little faster, than the crappy shoes, without his or her feet feeling like hell. But I digress. Nike+ itself won't make you a better runner, but it will make you want to work on becoming a runner, or a better runner, if you're already into running. It is the most wonderful thing ever created for people like me: people who hate to exercise for whatever reason, but who love listening to music and really need to get in shape.

I don't know what it is about the thing, but ever since Ben and I started running together at the beginning of the month, I have loved every minute of it. Yes, even the minutes and hours spent in excruciating pain thanks to shin splints. I especially love it when people like Tiger Woods congratulate me on my fastest pace to date, and I love that I can track how many miles I've run in 'x' amount of time, or how many calories I burned last week, or last month. I love that Ben and I (and anyone else who has one) can make a competition out of getting in shape, and not lie about what kind of work we've done. I love that I look forward to exercise again, which I don't think I'd do if I didn't have this tool to use. It sounds so shallow and consumerist of me, but it is the most fabulous thing I have ever received. I love running. Love it!

Take it from someone who has gone from hating running (stab, stab!) to loving it (smooch, smooch!) and looking forward to exercise in general in the span of 3 weeks: Nike+ is awesome. No, it's more than awesome. It is the best thing ever. Go out and buy one. If you don't have a nano, buy one of those too, and go for a jog or three (you don't get congratulated until after you've beat a previously-recorded time or distance). And then tell me I'm just a mindless consumer who is blindly allowing big corporations to tell me what to like and buy, and tell me I'm full of crap for loving it. I probably won't listen to you, but that's okay. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, even if it's wrong. I'll tell you that, and then run away after selecting "Basic Workout". Now that my Shin Braces of Doom and Ice & Compression Braces of Doooom have finally been delivered, chances are you might not be able to catch me.

Three-pronged post (kind of like a weird fork)

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 17:30:40 GMT

i had something thought-provoking and super-deep to post to make up for not posting since September (holy wow), but i'm swamped with work and other stuff, so here it is:

1) Three households of my family (containing 7 people and 3 dogs) are without power in The Motherland and are "roughing it" in two RVs parked in a warehouse in Tulsa. Apparently, all houses except Grandma's have been damaged somewhat by broken tree limbs and such, the worst of the three being my brother and Amy's house, at which a huge tree in their front yard has been uprooted. Apparently, my niece and nephew also suffered the loss of their fancy newish playset in the backyard, which was snapped in two and then crushed by a huge tree. The same tree also hit the newly refinished home office in the sunroom. R.I.P., fancy little play-fort (and possibly home office). Mom says most of the city looks like a warzone, or like a tornado swept through. Yay....should make for an extra-long drive next week for Poobears and I, if mom doesn't try to lay down the Mom-Hammer and make me fly home. Stay tuned...

2) I really need to stop a) buying Christmas presents, and, more importantly, b) dreaming about having babies. *Shiver!* No offense to any on the FList who have them or want them...heck, I love kids, so long as they're someone else's. I think they're great. And cute. And playing with them and holding them is fun. But, for someone who is at least a little terrified of being responsible for the well-being and happiness of another tiny person (and teaching it things like right v. wrong, how to speak, manners, etc.), dreams about breastfeeding the wrong way and having babies in moving cars while mom drives to the hospital and Ben cuts the cord with one of our good KitchenAid knives and naming the baby something that is original that no one else likes (OLIVER!) are simply NO FUN. Well, I take that back. It was kinda funny the first time it happened a few months ago. Now, it won't stop. This last one (scary public breastfeeding experience with strange green-colored "milk") makes about 9 or 10 now. I think it's my way of freaking out about turning 3-0 next month. But I mean, seriously. STOP IT, Brain!

3) There is something seriously Effed Up about turning the heat off, sleeping with the windows open, breaking into a sweat during a walk-jog (newly dubbed "jalk" by The Mister and myself), and wearing shorts out in the evening in the MIDDLE OF DECEMBER. Especially when the week before was so very chilly. And double-especially when other parts of the country (to which we'll be traveling next week) are in the middle of an Extreme Winter Weather Crisis (EWWC)^TM. There's also something really wrong with driving through the neighboorhood with the windows down in the evening, looking at Christmas lights. What the Eff?

Something to make the day a little better.

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 14:10:35 GMT

If you like gorillas, chocolate, and Genesis (the Phil Collins kind, not the Bible kind), or even if you don't, this one is for you. Even if you've already seen it. Over and over again.

In other news, my sister had bypass surgery in her leg yesterday after spending two weeks in the hospital, only to be let home for a week, during which she promptly start smoking again, got a nasty email from Grandma, fell and busted her ass, got a staph infection (not on her ass), and went back to the hospital because she couldn't feel her leg again. So. Mom says the blood flow to her leg is good now, and the doctors expect her to be just fine. Well, as fine as one can be in her condition. She'll be in the hospital for seven more days while she recovers. Needless to say, mom is ready for a little mini-break. Yay for impromptu visits.

In other-other news, I have successfully ~~burned~~ripped every CD I own (except for the few that I can't find) to my new computer. After my old-new computer got a little fried after lightning struck too close to the house a month or so ago, I adopted the computer that used to be mom's before they took to living in the RV full-time. After the adoption, transplantation of a hard drive, and addition of a video card, we were good to go. But I had a little mishap with iTunes (I like to click 'Yes' to things without reading or fully comprehending the consequences) and everything good on my iPod, most of which wasn't on ye olde transplanted hard drive, was erased. Boo. So, two boxes of CDs later, I have more songs in my library than I even care to listen to: 7,968.

That's a whole lot of listenin'.

This weekend's agenda: dinner out tonight (somewhere...don't know where yet), watching Resident Evil 2 before going to see the 3rd installment in the theater, bike-buying, hair-cutting, house-cleaning, food-cooking, role playing (not the dirty kind), weather-enjoying, and all around good times.

Two meatless weeks

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 16:55:20 GMT

So, the time has come to let a little more protein back into my/our life. Yes, our two weeks into the foray of pescatarianism has come to a close, and while I could easily continue the lifestyle (well, easily being a relative term), I know that Ben couldn't. And so, we go back to eating meat, in more moderation for me than for him, at the recommendation of my doctor.

I must say, I had a lot of fun cooking over the last two weeks. I got to try my hand at cooking fish I'd never cooked with before (namely turbot and mussels), we ate extremely healthfully, and both felt better for it. The only drawback to experimenting this way was trying our/my hand at the green vegetables we'd never eaten before September 4's bet: broccoli rabe (pretty gross, at least the recipe we followed), broccolini (not too bad, really).

The week before last was a huge success, menu-wise. The Baja fish tacos are still speaking to me. Last week's menu was almost entirely improvised day by day due to two (2) heinous work schedules, and I can't even remember what exactly we had. I know there was a Puttanesca-like pasta sauce with shrimp and linguine that was pretty amazing. I wish I had written down a recipe as I was throwing things into the pot so that I could easily make it again. There was a solo meal one night when Ben worked late and I didn't want a tuna sandwich (Orecchiette with Tuna and Arugula) that turned out to be pretty good, in my opinion, though Ben probably wouldn't have liked it at all. And then Sunday, there were Eggs Benedict with smoked salmon in place of Canadian bacon, with a sour cream-mustard sauce in place of hollandaise. For a pescatarian alternative to the original, I must say...pretty. darn. good.

Anyhoo, as much of a fun challenge as fish-only cooking has been, I'm looking forward to having a little more flexibility in menu planning again.

For this week:

Monday: Baked Shrimp and Feta
Tuesday: Ben's steaks, baked potatoes, roasted asparagus (what better way to celebrate two meatless weeks?)
Wednesday: Schezwan stir-fry with chicken breast, peppers, and white rice
Thursday: Lemon Olive Chicken with Couscous
Friday: Salad topped with Salmon fillet, a trusty standby
Saturday: probably something else out of Everyday with Rachael Ray for the month of October--this issue is killing me!
Sunday: ...I wonder if Kim would let us bring something for everyone? Please? Pretty please? I promise it will be good...

I think today I'm going to make a batch of this Penne-wise Pumpkin Pasta for lunch and eat it for the rest of the week.

Anyhoo. September is shaping up to be a lovely month. We haven't had the air conditioner on for a few days now, and are even sleeping with the windows open. There's nothing like a cool breeze from an open window to make one appreciate the ability to work from home. The weather is so beautiful that it actually makes me want to be out in it, instead of cooped up inside. So, I think the time has come for me to get a bicycle. Kim planted the seed, and now I'm itching to get back out on one. This time, I would like to purchase one that actually fits me, though. The last time I had a bike that did that, it had pink streamers from the handlebars and a white basket with fake plastic flowers glued to the front of it. Not that that would be a bad thing (see the Hello Kitty bicycle from Ben's post at www.rockpaperfire.com/baggie, or this one). I imagine if I really wanted a silly basket, I could get one mounted. But it would be nice to be able to ride a bicycle with the confidence that I'm not going to fall off of it and break my leg. So, we're going to head to Free Flite this weekend, not only to take a look at bikes, but to ride around and get a measurement of the size/type of bike that suits my body the best. And, if those bikes at Free Flite are too pricey, which I have a feeling they will be, I"ll be able to take those measurements and make sure that any bike I get from, say Target, will be the right one.

Yay! Yay for exercise! Yay for healthy eating! Yay for Synthroid! Yay for upcoming vacation! Yay for upcoming birthday trips to the mountains for Murder Mystery parties! Yay for marriage! Yay for mom coming to visit in 9 short days! Yay for crazy underwriting meetings at Villa Christina! Yay for...just about everything!

Edit:Penne-wise Pumpin Pasta: For.The.Win!

GAH!

Sat, 15 Sep 2007 02:23:51 GMT

So, my workday began at around 6:30 a.m., and ended at about 8:30 p.m., with about an hour's worth of break-time in between.

I'm not sure if anyone knows this, but for someone who churns out exam questions for a living, that's a hell of a LOT of work. Heck, it's a lot of work for anyone, but Oh.My.God. So tedious. So many questions. So much typing. I'd say a good's days work is about 10-12 questions. Today, wrote about 30. THIRTY. 3-0. Plus answer choice feedback, which is more tedious than writing the actual questions, because I have to explain why every wrong answer is wrong instead of just saying, "This is wrong. Move on to the next one, dummy," and why every right answer is right, instead of saying, "Yay for you, smartypants!"

I'm not sure how I accomplished this, but the important thing is that I did. Five days late, but still. Done, it is.

Now I can go out and have a guilt-free, work-free weekend.

...if I wasn't so gosh darned exhausted from all of the OMGwork!work!WORK!!!!!!!WORK!NOW!! I've been doing this week.

That said, calamine_tea, I am SoooOOOoooOOOO sorry to miss Birthday Drinks at Trader Vic's. I hope you had a wonderful time, and I promise to buy you a big girly drink the next time we're out together. We should make plans so that it actually happens. And, p.s. Happy Birthday tomorrow!

And, Skittums, I'll get your money to you tomorrow at your house. Apparently, we're coming over for something...a game? Something? I dunno. At any rate, you will have the $$$ tomorrow. Do you prefer cash or check? And made out to whom?

Right now, I think I'll go take something to knock me out. How is it that my brain and body can be exhausted, but a) I am not sleepy, and b) my mind is still "OMG!!!NEED TO SIT AT COMPUUTAAAR AND WOOORK!!!!!!...OR PLAY..ZORS!!!" ?? Even after a nice long, hot bath and some light reading?

When did my body become so sensitive to caffeine? I had one cup at about 6:30 this morning, which I drank maybe half of, and SIXTEEN HOURS LATER, I still feel like Beavis after too much sugar. If I had a t-shirt on, the collar would be up around my head, and I would be saying things like, "I am cornholio....I need teepee for my bunghole!!"

*sigh*

Anyway.

This weekend: Cleaning, eating fish/seafood, the aforementioned game-watching/mystery activity, 3:10 to Yuma, and geeking out to the Xtreme. Read: zero work, zero meat. Success!

stuff and things.

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 14:32:42 GMT

.music.
Perusing YouTube the other day, I came across this:

(for those keeping score at home, that's Feist covering the Sarah Harmer tune, "Open Window (The Wedding Song)".)

Had she played this cover at the Variety, I probably would have shat my pants. Not really, but I would have LOVED to see her play it live. Sarah Harmer has been in my top 5 since I first heard her music (2001). It's so nice to see her music being covered by others. Speaking of YouTube, I also found a couple of videos from the Sarah Harmer show from Eddie's Attic last March to which Laura and Carie accompanied me (yeah, I know. I'm really far behind in YouTubing).

Love. Her.

I wish she'd come back this way soon.

Speaking of people I want to come back soon, ANI IS COMING BACK TO SEE ME AND MY PSGF! November 13, 8:00 p.m., Variety Playhouse. Mucho thanks to Kim for pointing it out to me! Last time I checked the tour schedule on Ani's website, no date for an Atlanta show had been set. So, woot! Bring on The Killer Vagina^TM!!

In other music news, I am in HATE with iTunes for synching up to my library and erasing loads of music that wasn't in the library but was on the iPod. Or, I guess I should say I'm in hate with myself for not realizing that's what would happen if I clicked 'Yes'. Guess I'll just add it to the laundry list of reasons to be unhappy with myself...

.house.
Two (2) people have looked at our house so far. Woo-frickity-hoo. :( I guess we should be grateful that anyone is looking at it at all. But still. Not very encouraging. If you'd like to take a look and/or pass the info along to anyone who might be interested in moving to Powder Springs, here ye are:

http://www.coldwellbankeratlanta.com/homes/detail.cfm?index=3545638

.food/health.
Last week, I made a bet with Ben that he couldn't last two weeks without red meat or poultry. So, we've been eating fish. A lot of fish. And veggies. Last week's menu:

Monday: (the day we made the bet) Yellow curry (from a Curry Simple packet) with chicken, red peppers, etc., white rice

Tuesday: Salmon with some Hawaiian grilling glaze, steamed broccoli, date-nut cous cous, and grilled pineapple

Wednesday: Baked turbot, garlic parmesan risotto, roasted asparagus

Thursday: Baja fish tacos w/ red snapper, black beans

Friday: cheese, crackers, steamed artichoke (dinner for me solo, as Ben went to see The Used)

Saturday: dinner out at Joe's crab shack (me: crab legs, him: crab cake sandwich)

Sunday: dinner out at La Parilla (shrimp fajitas for two)

I haven't come up with a menu for this week yet. But, last week at the store, I stocked up on a bunch of frozen fish, so there is no shortage of supply to work with. Cod, mahi, snapper, scallops...you name it, we have it. I have to say, I thought this would be a breeze for me, but yesterday I started feeling shaky and dizzy, and all I could think about was chicken. Instead I had Annie's brand spaghetti-o's. And then dizzy and shaky again, which a tummy-load of shrimp fajitas cured. We'll see how today goes.

As far as working out is concerned, I broke down and bought The Firm a while back and have been too lazy to stick to it, but last week, I did really well. I managed to lose about 4 pounds and then pile it back on over the weekend. I guess the cure to that would be continuing the program through the weekend, which I would do if I wasn't such a psycho/sissy about working out in the living room with other people in the house. Maybe I should just get over that. I'm sure my entire body would appreciate it.

.TV.
Too much good/bad TV coming up to even talk about here. Ben is going to post a complete line up, but I have to say, I'm really looking forward to this season's couch potato-ing.

Speaking of good/bad TV, I was browsing CNN this morning, as is part of my routine, and found out that "(Dick) In a Box" won an Emmy. That's right. I said an effing Emmy. Yay for SNL. Yay for JT. Yay for man-junk in boxes.

.Work.
So. Far. Behind.

...Guess I should really buckle down for today.

a few things

Thu, 30 Aug 2007 19:57:08 GMT

Ben had an awful Friday. If you haven't yet read about it, here you go. To sum it up, he sliced a chunk off the bottom of his foot, got a bad sunburn, and lost his wedding ring in Lake Lanier. He has, as of Friday evening, been banned from participating in any unsupervised activities from this point forward. "Unsupervised" doesn't necessarily mean "sans wife," but, if I'm not around to help deter him from making A Very Bad Decision^TM, or A String of Very Bad Decisions^TM (as was the case on Friday), someone I/we trust must be around to provide guidance.

The Nashville weekend was a lot of fun. Roper was genuinely surprised (or so he says) at the gathering, and Ben got to meet the infamous Martin and Van, although they weren't in usual form. Vonda later revealed that she threatened them and made them promise to be on their best behavior for us and for her friend Jane who, at the mention of the word 'toaster' from either Martin or Van, will practically pee her pants from laughing. They still managed to get enough teasing and joking in to make it enjoyable, though. I really would like to go back soon and not wait another 6 years to visit. I always forget how much I love that little branch of the family. Vonda's baby is due in November, so hopefully we'll get to go up a few months after that to meet the littlest Fields.

Right now, I am in music-love with Amy Winehouse. She is crazy, kinda skanky, drunk-all-the-time, and very unapologetic for who she is and what she does. Her voice is AMAZING, especially when she's not...druuuuunk. Here is an illustration, compliments of YouTube:

not very drunky-drunk (or so it seems):

really, really drunk (poor charlotte church):

We had an open house this weekend and no one came. Booooo. But someone did look at the house on Saturday, and we got some really positive feedback from the agent who showed it, so at least that's something. Let's just hope the seller's market picks up soon. I am hating this whole mortgage-credit crisis.

I'm glad it's raining again and everything, but I'm really ready for it to not be so hot all the time. Our poor, poor plants are dying out there.

weekly menu: because we were out of town on monday, went to dinner on tuesday, and are going to dinner on friday, only two nights this week are cooking nights. so:

wednesday: white bean and chicken chili

thursday: pan-friend tilapia with capers and white wine, sauted zucchini, rice pilaf

After two and a half weeks, my sister is still in the hospital, and things just keep getting worse for her by the day. Her doctors can't seem to agree on the preferred method of treatment, and the leg bypass seems to be an option they are considering more and more, even if doing it now means they won't be able to do it later. It's scary. But, again, not very surprising. A doctor told her yesterday that if she didn't stop smoking immediately, she would lose her leg in two years (down from ten years a few weeks--and doctors--ago), and it would have to be taken above the knee. They've also put her on anti-depressants. So, there's that in a nutshell. Oy.

we have no real plans for the holiday weekend. what's everyone else doing, besides going to DragonCon?

mother teresa

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 14:55:11 GMT

Now, I'm not what I would consider a religious person, but I find this to be one of the most interesting articles I've read in a long time. It makes me want to pick up a "religious" book and read it, start to finish.That hasn't happened since Hitler's Pope, which I, sadly, never finished.

From the article:

"A new, innocuously titled book, Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light (Doubleday), consisting primarily of correspondence between Teresa and her confessors and superiors over a period of 66 years, provides the spiritual counterpoint to a life known mostly through its works. The letters, many of them preserved against her wishes (she had requested that they be destroyed but was overruled by her church), reveal that for the last nearly half-century of her life she felt no presence of God whatsoever — or, as the book's compiler and editor, the Rev. Brian Kolodiejchuk, writes, "neither in her heart or in the eucharist."

wow. just...wow. in my mind, I think that makes her all the more saintly.

weekly menu

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 21:07:41 GMT

it's been a while since i posted one of these, despite writing up a weekly menu every week for a while now...i just got lazy for a while. and speaking of lazy, i couldn't find the will to be very creative with the food line-up this week, thanks to being a little...how shall we say..."off", on sunday...and monday. oh yeah. i reverted back to my college days and rocked a mad two-day hangover, only after projectile-vomiting red Gatorade over the side of the back porch on Sunday morning/afternoon. jeebus. i felt so ashamed. how is it possible to simultaneously feel like one is both 19 and 150 years of age? anyhoo. back to the menu. i tried to make it rather light, as after the weekend of drunken and cheesy debauchery, both of us were having trouble fitting into our fat pants. i'm happy to report that, as of this morning, i was down 6 pounds from monday morning. 'woot' for fish, veggies, and condensed chicken noodle soup!

Monday:
Herbed red snapper, sauted spinach, baked sweet potatoes

Tuesday:
Salad topped with tequila-jalapeño shrimp

Wednesday:
chicken/shrimp/chicken sausage gumbo

Thursday:
bourbon-marinated salmon, brown rice, broccolini (that oh-so-trendy vegetable that our grocery store in suburban/rural Georgia just recently started carrying)

Friday:
Tuscan bean soup from a packet I don't know if I trust? a cheap bag of 15-bean soup I know to be delicious and reliably...beany? eating out to save ourselves from eating a metric ass-ton of beans and quite possibly endangering the drive to Nashville on Saturday? Bueller?

Saturday:
whatever is available at the big par-tay, and most certainly ZOMG MORE LIQUOR!!!! because that's just what my body needs...booze, booze, and more booze. :( nooooooo!

ugh. i'm so over drinking right now. like, "gag me with a corkscrew" over it. but sadly, i'm not sure if it's in my genetic code to stop drinking altogether. bummer, because i could probably make a good go of it...at least until Saturday.

speaking of Saturday, i am really looking forward to going to Nashville and visiting the family. it's been about 6 years since i last saw most of them, save Vonda and Roper, and Ben has never met the rest of the crazy cousins. it should be a good time. and it'll be good to escape this stifling heat, if even just by a few degrees, for a few days.

yay!

now, if only someone would come look at our house and buy it...

(x-posted to baggie)

celebrate!

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 00:52:45 GMT

so, it is official. after much sweating and work, and then some more sweating...

our house is on the market. we have a sign in the yard and everything.

to celebrate, we went to La Parilla and had a pitcher of Texas Margaritas...or...market-ritas...

wooooo!

link to the actual listing coming soon...

FotC

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 13:34:42 GMT

one more, just because it's saturday.

i swear. this is it for a while. heeeheeeeee.