I'm a Failure

I have put forth a paltry and puny performance pertaining to my push-up program. I started this 6-week program on February 17th. I should be done by now, and able to do my 100 push-ups, but I'm only on week 4 and with each additional day of the program I think it less likely that I will be able to do 100. Keep in mind, I am only doing so-called "girl" push-ups and even then, I have to do some of the days over. I know I'm getting stronger, because I am doing way more than when I started. But even so...why can't I do my 100 now? whine.

Drum Boogie!

I've been watching a lot of classic movies lately. And I've decided that if I could be reincarnated backwards, I would be born again as Barbara Stanwyck. Or at least her characters. I love her. She's so rough and tumble, street wise and sexy. She's my new idol. My top picks as of now...Meet John Doe, and Ball of Fire. But I'm watching Double Indemnity later this weekend so we could have a new front runner.

And she gets to make out with Gary Cooper! What could be better?

Happy Erintine's Day!

Here are a few of the pictures from the Erintine's Day Cher Party. BTW if you have any pics, email them to me!! (that means you, Carrie and Kim!)

Here's Jon as a Greecian, Small Town Deputy Cher













Kim as Cher from Clueless and Eric as Don Johnson Sonny













Trish as everyday Cher and me as Moonstruck Cher













Jessica as Tea With Mussolini Cher, and Jordan
as one of the sailors from the Turn Back Time video

















Carrie as All Leather 80s Cher

















Kristin and Christy as Sonny and Cher


















And here are various people trying on the Cher wig...




















































































And finally, Kim and Jon vampire fighting...

LOOK AT THIS MITTEN!

There's a new book out about Christian the Lion. Actually it's not new, it's just back in print after the youtube craze. So if you haven't seen it yet, here is the sweetest video ever. Tissues at the ready!

poli sci section

I shelve the Political Science section at work. And I use that term loosely. I studied poli sci and I don't think there is one book in that section that I read for school. Maybe, some Chomsky, but it was most likely have been an essay in a journal. Most of the books in that section are written by people you would see on The Daily Show or The Colbert Report. In a nutshell, it's popular and mainstream stuff. I sometimes wish we could change the name of it to the Current Affairs Section, or the Pompous A-Holes Tell You What to Think Section. Or maybe the Who Wrote a Book About Politics? Section. There are books by senators, and speech writers and lots of lawyers. Of course there are the pundits and my two personal favorites, books by Ted Nugent and Chuck Norris, and just to tickle my funny bone a bit more, those last two are shelved right next to each other. Yay!

When I shelve that section, and especially when I choose displays or face outs for that section, I try very hard to remain unbaised. I've done displays that were books from the right and left and then middle ground books in betwixt the two. I've done displays with all tv personalities, and displays of new books that I do or do not agree with. I've done an Obama display that had pro and anti Obama books. And I've even done a display of books that were simply all blue, subject matter completely aside.

But the other day as I was shelving, there was a gentleman browsing and when his wife came by and they began to leave he muttered something I couldn't understand, and then she said, "Well, their all liberals here." And he said, "Yeah, they have the Anne Coulter book, but it's hidden away."

There are a few things I don't understand, first being, have you no idea where you live? And second, how can you say that book was hidden when it was in it's place on it's shelf? I had no idea how devious I was being when I shelved the Anne Coulter book with the rest of the c's. And there were even 5 copies of it and it was faced out. I actually intentionally faced it out because I knew people would want it and this way it would be easier to see. And if they had been in a week earlier they would have seen the Anne Coulter book along with the Micheal Medved book (that claims America never committed genocide against the native Americans), and that Obama hating tome, Obamanation; all of them, you guessed it...on display!

So believe what you want, read what you want, but don't you dare tell me that my shelving techniques are biased.

Are We Human?

Last week I thought I would check up on one of my favorite bands, The Killers, you know, see when their next album was coming out and if they were touring. Well, the album came out in October, and being that the only radio I listen to is NPR, I haven't heard any of the new stuff. I thought about checking it out at the library but there were, like, a million holds. I had been trying to plan my days so I could pick up the cd at a record store before work, but what's silly about me is I don't want to buy a new cd that I can't listen to right that minute. I can't even wait the 8 hours of work before I can hear it, it's a problem, I know.
Then yesterday I was having coffee with Christy in the U District and we were walking around on the avenue and came to a record shop. I popped in and bought it (Day and Age) and listened to it a little yesterday, but it wasn't until I was on the bus today, hearing it on my headphones, that my life was totally changed. You know that kind of music that reaches down into your soul and shakes everything up and after hearing it you're a totally different person. That's what this is. It makes me want to dance and sing and just live life. It speaks to me. I know that's probably annoying to a lot of you, but what can I say, the music, it moves me! Go out and buy it this minute, it's unbelievable.

Crafty Like a Fox

Here are a few of the crafty goings on around here..
Dragon slippers for Trish
A sketch of Oliver for AndreaA picture of the Chosen One for Carrie

& Jodi's tree bag

Growing Old

I'm in my last year of my twenties now. I feel like I have a handle on things. I've only recently figured out that you can't spend money you don't have, moving to a new place doesn't change who you are and image isn't everything. I think that's pretty good. These are all things I didn't know when I was 25, so I'm doing alright.

I'm trying to be okay with getting older. I'm trying to be okay with the fact that nobody got wasted at my birthday party, and we played games and it happened to be the best party ever! I'm trying to be okay with the fact that most of my friends are already married or engaged or procreating, and the only meaningful long-term relationship I've had has been with my cats. I'm trying to be okay with the fact that I have eye wrinkles and the cream I pay $20 for does nothing. I'm trying to be okay with the fact that last week Kim called me to go out on Friday night, and I was too tired so I stayed in and crafted.

But most of all, I'm trying to be okay with my gray hair. Yup, I have gray hair. I can't even say I'm prematurely going gray because quite honestly it's not premature at all. It seems like it's right on schedule. I've finally stopped pulling it out and I'm just letting it grow. And the funny thing is, it's kinda nice. It's really shiny and sparkly, so it looks like I have magic tinsel hair. What I want to know is why it so curly and crimped. My hair is nothing if not straight. It's like the gray hairs are saying, "Look at us! We are shiny and sparkly, and just in case you missed us, we stand straight up out of all the other normal hair. Yay!"

Oh well. I may be older, but at least I remember all of the nights I hang out with friends, I get a good night's sleep most nights, I have the best two roommates in the world and no concerns about a future divorce, I've learned butt loads of new crafts, my eye wrinkles are really just a testament to how much I laugh, and hey, I have magic tinsel hair, and my whole life is in front of me.

On the Bus Home

I was riding the bus home from work with Adam tonight and he was telling me how his friend is mad at him. I said, "Maybe she's projecting." And he said, "What does that mean...she's on her period?"

Cats are Self-Cleaning

I was sweeping the floor tonight. And as I sweep, I always pick up a few kernels of cat food amongst the litter, hair, dust and other floor nasties. And always, without fail, when I finish the kitchen and go to sweep the bathroom, I come back and there is Opal eating the three or four pieces of cat food out of the pile of floor nasty. It is literally three pieces, and it won't matter if she had just eaten or the bowl is totally full, she will still eat the three pieces out of the pile of dirt. I'm not sure what goes through her tiny head, but sometimes, it's not much














Here is Opal demonstrating how much she loves the pile of dirt by pointing at it.













And here is an example of how far away the full food dish is from the pile of dirt. (Note Brody in the background eating from the actual bowl)