Finishing up my lunch break and I have a few things to get off my chest.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

1. I am dressed like a preppy today. I seriously look like I belong to a glee club or a sorority. Or maybe I work at a bank. I like it. I’ll call this my Clark Kent outfit.

2. I need, not want, new lenses in my glasses. They are scratched and filthy. Two more months and I should be able to do this. I want, not need, new frames, so I can accessorize my poor myopic eyes.

3. I am currently sans health insurance. I hear a constant mantra churning in my fearful brain – “Please don’t get hurt. Please don’t get hurt. Please do not slip in a beer puddle. Please do not suddenly have brain cancer or vagina problems. Teeth, don't fall out now. Please do not suddenly need a lot of therapy.”

4. Yesterday, September 11th, I was riding the bus and noticed that there was an unattended black duffel bag on one of the seats that didn’t appear to be owned by anyone sitting near it. My heart began to race. I thought, “I am overreacting, but I should sit at the back of the bus just in case. If it’s a bomb, I may survive if I’m at the back.” Then I thought, “No, if I move away from the bomb, and it goes off, I am going to be mortally wounded anyway and will likely die a slow painful death.” So I continued to sit two seats behind the bag, hoping my impending death would be swift. I didn’t want to ask anyone, “Is that your bag?” because I didn’t want to seem creepy. Plus, I’m oddly shy at times. And I knew I was probably overreacting and that the bag most likely belonged to some gym enthusiast who was probably, at that very moment, screaming, “Oh F#!K, my bag! I hate my life!” I decided to take out a book and read to take my mind off the bomb bag. When I exited the bus, I’d almost forgotten about it, but when I walked a block I thought back on my near miss with death. Phew, that was a close one. I was almost killed….by a gym bag!

5. This weekend I discovered that Vince Vaughn is funnier than Owen Wilson, though they totally make a cute couple.

6. Watched the preview for Brokeback mountain, Ang Lee’s new epic about gay cowboys played by Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger. I’ll be there carrying a banner that reads, “I love gay men! I love gay cowboys! I especially love when attractive gay cowboys fall in love and then make out for my benefit.” In all seriousness, I think the movie is going to be really, really good. Plus, Michelle Williams is adorable.

7. I ate too much sushi for lunch.

8. I am not living la vida loca. I'm living la vida snore. Does one need to down shot glasses full of whisky in the morning to live la vida loca? Does one need to carry a gun? Does one need to be referred to as a “hood rat”? Can a Clarkita Kent live la vida loca just by being herself, or does one really need to become the Mistress of Mayhem? Can I live a sort of tame la vida loca, in which………….I have nowhere to go with this.

What’s on your chest today? Besides breasts, nipples, possible acne outbreaks, freckles, tattoos or painful chest piercings? I don’t want to hear about your painful chest piercings!

[Morrigoon]

#6 - makes me think of Cartman. And pudding.

[Not Afraid]

What's on my chest? Flannel Disney pajamas and a robe that clashes with said PJs. Yes, I am aware that it is 2:19 in the afternoon and that I leave for Chicago in less than 48 hours and that I am sitting at a computer in PJs staring at my to do list while the house smells like a cat box. I should be doing thing on my fairly lengthly to do list since I will be in Santa Monica tomorrow and then out until 9:30 then home where BlueErica is going to come over and watch me run about the house in a frantic state.

You know, the more I think about it, the less likely I am to move.

[wendybeth]

(Looking at front of shirt)

Uhm, mostly cat fur. The cats are being exceptionally snuggly- either they missed us, or are using us to take excess loose fur off their little persons.

I'll have to get back to you on the La Vida thing. I'm fairly certain that tequila is involved, if that helps.

[Kevy Baby]

Damn, I thought this was gonna be a thread about EH's bra

Besides breasts, nipples, possible acne outbreaks, freckles, tattoos or painful chest piercings? I don’t want to hear about your painful chest piercings!How about non-painful (other than a brief flash o' pain when it happened) nipple piercing? I gots one o' dem.

And here's to no vagina problems :cheers:

[tracilicious]

8. I am not living la vida loca. I'm living la vida snore. Does one need to down shot glasses full of whisky in the morning to live la vida loca? Does one need to carry a gun? Does one need to be referred to as a “hood rat”? Can a Clarkita Kent live la vida loca just by being herself, or does one really need to become the Mistress of Mayhem? Can I live a sort of tame la vida loca, in which………….I have nowhere to go with this.




Hmm...Would you settle for livin la vida mocha? I'm fairly sure that one could do that by just drinking cafe mochas and eating lots of chocolate.

I keep thinking about moo cows. For the last few months at random times Indi has been scared of a moo cow that he says is in the bedroom. Chances are it is a product of his two year old imagination/the fact that he is afraid of shadows. Yet somehow I keep envision rogue demon moo cows that look strangely like the chick fil a cow.

[Ghoulish Delight]

I'm disappointed that I didn't pay attention to the fact that HM has already gone down for the HMH overlay. I would have liked to given it one more ride before going to Paris. Not that every inch of that ride isn't indellibly imprinted in my mind, but still.

I simultaneously love and hate OC. I love the climate and the overall newness compared to LA. I hate the homginy and the lack of anything remotely intertesting to do. Oh, I also loving having a paying job that I'm good at to go to.

CP and I realized that we can never move to San Diego. Why? We'd torture ourselves. We'd torture ourselves by driving up to LA far too often to see our families. It would exhaust us, physically, mentally, and financially. But we know we'd do it. And it's not even out of guilt. Honestly, at that distance, neither of our families would put up a fight if we skipped out on things. We'd do it because we truly WANT to see them, and it'd kill us to miss birthdays and holidays. If there's any reasonable way for use to get to them, we would. And unfortunately, San Diego is just this side of "reasonable", enough that we'd talk ourselves into going on a regular basis, which would severly impact our quality of life. Lame, but true. We'd basically have to pick our poison. Either run ourselves ragged making the constant treks, or constatly feel like we're missing out on the family time we both enjoy. Bleh.

I now own the most pairs of shoes I've ever owned at once time.

Sears "Essentials": This is what the old K-Mart location near us has become since the buyout. Sears name, K-Mart look and feel, Sears prices (at least for shoes). Very odd store.

[Ponine]

6. Watched the preview for Brokeback mountain, Ang Lee’s new epic about gay cowboys played by Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger. I’ll be there carrying a banner that reads, “I love gay men! I love gay cowboys! I especially love when attractive gay cowboys fall in love and then make out for my benefit.” In all seriousness, I think the movie is going to be really, really good. Plus, Michelle Williams is adorable.


I agree. I have decided that I want the poster... a really BIG one.

I need to figure out where my life is going. Where I want it to go, and what in God's name makes me happy, if anything.
I need to know what direction to move in, who to take care of first.

Why do I lay in bed at night and evision the sparkling trees at Disneyland? Because that is the one thing that without question, makes me smile, and feel happy.

I also wish I had some friends who were closer. Some of you that I have grown close to over the past few years? I wish you were here to cry to, or go hang with when things get rough.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Hmm...Would you settle for livin la vida mocha? I'm fairly sure that one could do that by just drinking cafe mochas and eating lots of chocolate.

I keep thinking about moo cows. For the last few months at random times Indi has been scared of a moo cow that he says is in the bedroom. Chances are it is a product of his two year old imagination/the fact that he is afraid of shadows. Yet somehow I keep envision rogue demon moo cows that look strangely like the chick fil a cow.

If the bogeyman really does take the shape of our own worst fears, maybe he IS being taunted by the bogeyman....in the shape of a, well, cow. Man, if Indi is afraid of cows, that worries me. Or maybe Moo Cows are a tougher, scarier, demonic cow, as you say. Hmmmmm. Or has he been sneaking stand-up comedy acts on cable. Has he heard the term Moo Cow F#@k Milk? What are you watching around that kid?!

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

I agree. I have decided that I want the poster... a really BIG one.

I need to figure out where my life is going. Where I want it to go, and what in God's name makes me happy, if anything.
I need to know what direction to move in, who to take care of first.

Oh, I DO love those trees. They are fairy magic wonderful.

[Morrigoon]

I have the Super Mario Brothers theme stuck in my head

DUNH duh duh dah-dah duh-duh.. duh-duh dah-DAH dah-dah duh duh-de-duh....

[Prudence]

I'm eating a ripe peach and just dribbled peachjuice onto my chest. Always right before class. Always.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

I'm eating a ripe peach and just dribbled peachjuice onto my chest. Always right before class. Always.

Heidi has a similar problem. And, today, I drooled coffee on my new $75 white blouse. I managed to take care of the stain, at least.

[wendybeth]

I have the Super Mario Brothers theme stuck in my head

DUNH duh duh dah-dah duh-duh.. duh-duh dah-DAH dah-dah duh duh-de-duh....

Gee, thanks.:rolleyes:


(I used to play that game for hours and hours- wonder if our old player still works....?)

[libraryvixen]

I have the Super Mario Brothers theme stuck in my head

DUNH duh duh dah-dah duh-duh.. duh-duh dah-DAH dah-dah duh duh-de-duh....

Thanks... now I have that stuck in my head too! :argghh:

[Not Afraid]

Being culturally ignorant has its advantages. ;)

[wendybeth]

Being culturally ignorant has its advantages. ;)

Then you probably don't want to click (http://www.digitpress.com/dpsoundz/mid/supermario.mid) on this.....

:evil:

[€uroMeinke]

I'm trying not to eat another hazelnut chocolate bar that is on my desk - taunting me

Today I had to wear a hdeous canary yellow brnaded polo shirt to promote my program in the Chicago office - I changed immediately upon getting back to the hotel. I deliberately "forgot" the hideous Aqua polo at home.

My reputation as a Disney geek has spread. People at the Chicago office are now asking me advice on planning their WDW vacations

I overheard a woman talking about the mother ship only to discover she was really talking about other sh*t - I was dissappointed.

I realize as much as I ought to be more frugal, I really enjoy living more extravagently and "saving" sometimes strikes me as defeatist. I had an $11 Manhattan tonight and it was delicious. I joke about being a hedonist, but I'm starting to realize it's becoming the truth - and I like it.

Either music is getting more interesting again, or my interest in music has been renewed. I want to see more bands, go to clubs, and buy music like I haven't in a long time.

I am so happy I'm staying in a different hotel than my boss in another part of town - I may have to forget my canary polo here when I leave...

[wendybeth]

You deserve an $11 Manhattan, if only to get over the trauma caused by the polo shirt.:cheers:

[Ghoulish Delight]

I had an $11 beer at Dodger stadium yesterday. True it was a "bomber beer" (should they have really been selling "bomber beers" on 9/11?) which is 2 beers, making it a far better deal than the $7.50 for one beer they usually charge...but $11 for 2 Henekins?

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

I overheard a woman talking about the mother ship only to discover she was really talking about other sh*t - I was dissappointed.

Either music is getting more interesting again, or my interest in music has been renewed. I want to see more bands, go to clubs, and buy music like I haven't in a long time.

There's a funny website that catalogues the funny things people overhear on the subway. Your comment about the "mother ship" reminds me of that.

Perhaps it's not that music is getting more interesting, but the delivery systems are better. Internet + word of mouse + downloadable music + iPods + podcasts + LOT, etc. You don't have to go underground to hear harder to find good bands anymore. The underground has found a way to come to us. Music Moles!

Heh.

[tracilicious]

If the bogeyman really does take the shape of our own worst fears, maybe he IS being taunted by the bogeyman....in the shape of a, well, cow. Man, if Indi is afraid of cows, that worries me. Or maybe Moo Cows are a tougher, scarier, demonic cow, as you say. Hmmmmm. Or has he been sneaking stand-up comedy acts on cable. Has he heard the term Moo Cow F#@k Milk? What are you watching around that kid?!

The thing is, he's ok with moo cows in general. Ask him what one says and he'll respond, "moooooooooo." Moo cows come on tv, he doesn't mind. He even has several farm toys that include cows that he plays with.

One day mid-afternoon I was at my computer and he comes up and says, "Mommy! Moo cow!" I asked him what moo cow and he responded, "Moo cow hurt me!" I told him moo cows won't hurt him that they are nice. He just accepted it and said, "Oh. Moo cow nice. Ok." I soon forgot about it. Than a week or so later he comes up to me and says moo cow again. So I aks him where. He goes and knocks on his playroom door and calls, "Moooo coooow!" Now that really freaked me out!

Than there was an incident with a bird scratching on the window and he saw the shadow moving and thought the shadow was making the scary sound, and has been afraid of shadows and a little bit afraid of the dark since. He woke up in the middle of the night saying, "Moo cow scare me!" one night and has brought it up a few more times since. The last time was last night when he said moo cow was in bed with Daddy. (That freaked Michael out a little bit.)

Somewhere in the middle of all this I watched the Sixth Sense, which was a HUGE mistake because it scared the crap out of me! Really, I think that Indi had a dream or something about a cow and he's too young to understand dreams. Or he has a good imagination. He doesn't seem too scared, but he talks about it scaring him.

Either way, it's late and I'm rambling and it's time to go sleep with the moo cow!

[Bornieo: Fully Loaded]

I need to knock off this Horoscope stuff. I get an email each day with the Horoscope for the next day. And I know this is total horse****, but...

Example for tomorrow: Sept 13th.

“The process is more important than the result today -- but continue to keep your goals squarely in mind.”

Hypothetically that doesn't mean much, but for about 3 second while it is downloading in my email I have a moment of hope that maybe it should.

Life's little disappointments....

[Tito's Kitten]

Hmmmm.. late to the party as usual..

First off #6.. I still have to figure out why I enjoy straight men playing gay men and making out in a movie... SO hot I can't believe it. Plus it's Jake Gyllenhall. Hot so hot I need to breathe slower...

Okay and music.. I wish I had more time as well to go out and see more bands. I mean I finally find a whole bunch of bands I like and of course they are all playing within the next two months. I can't take THAT much time away from my son and school and oh the money!! (especially since I like to drink and enjoy myself . All those 8 dollar plastic cups of Guiness add up.) My interest in music has certainly gained momentum since my son is at school all day. There is so much great song writing going on right now, you just have to find it. (but it's out there.) I miss when music ruled my life and I went to a show almost every weekend. But then I guess returning to that would turn me into a slacker again.... damn.

[Stan4dSteph]

Plastic cups of Guinness? That's sacrilege!

This new smilie looks like a rabid pirate to me --> :argghh:
But I like this one --> :decap:

My life is pretty mediocre right now. I mean, I really don't have a lot to complain about, except that I've lived here for almost 2 years now and really don't have any single friends.

[Not Afraid]

Plastic cups of Guinness? That's sacrilege!

This new smilie looks like a rabid pirate to me --> :argghh:
But I like this one --> :decap:



Rabid! Nice! I said he looks like he's been eating mashed potatoes or, perhaps, has an ear of white corn stuck to his face.

[Prudence]

What is it supposed to look like anyhow?

[wendybeth]

Rabid! Nice! I said he looks like he's been eating mashed potatoes or, perhaps, has an ear of white corn stuck to his face.

He looks like a Pirate Zombie, with part of his face decaying away. I like him!:snap:

[CoasterMatt]

:argghh: I thought it was a pirate who had suffered a stroke.. :argghh:

[Tito's Kitten]

Wow all this pirate business and international talk like a pitrate day is fast approaching....

Coincidence... I think NOT!!!!

[Tito's Kitten]

Oh and I hate the plastic cups as well. Do you think I would CHOOSE to drink guinness from a plastic cup?? But I refuse to drink french martinis out of plastic cups. So trashy...