Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Anyhow... My kids came into the living room to inform me that they needed glue. Apparently, there was a very important impromptu craft project taking place on the kitchen table. I don't let my kids use glue. I always squeezed too much of the sticky liquid out at once and would end up saturating the construction paper. I imagine my kids will probably inherit that technique and don't wish to experience it in my own home. I'll save that adventure for the school art teacher, along with the realization that if they coat their hands with glue and let it dry it will look like they're peeling off their skin. It's a really cool sensation, but a mess I would rather not clean up after.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
I don't understand the words to While My Guitar Gently Weeps.
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping.
Still my guitar gently weeps.
|Weepy guitar. So sad. :-(|
I posed the question to a friend of mine who tends to be a very deep thinker. His response was, "It could be a metaphor for how the mundane responsibilities of life intrude on the speaker/singer's love for music."
Whatever you are, deep thinker, surface thinker, diligent cleaner, or neglectful slob, you can't deny that a song written by a Beatle, sung by India Arie, and featuring the stylings of Yo-Yo Ma and Santana is a beautiful thing.
Monday, March 26, 2012
|I'm super white...|
There's a picture of me as a baby laying on my parent's bed. It's kind of a "Where's Waldo" kind of photo because the sheets on the bed were white. The only real way to spot me is to look for the dark hair. If I had the picture I would post it. Sadly, it's somewhere in my parent's house.
So my option this summer boil down to blazingly white, oddly orange, or sweating in long pants for three months. I'm not sure where I'll land on this.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
But that's how bad I look in green. It reflects off of my terribly fair skin in a way that makes people keep their distance because it looks like I'm going to ralph all over them. And nobody wants to hang around for that.
Monday, March 12, 2012
I got a job a couple of weeks ago. It's for a consulting company that does training for other companies. I'm not one of the trainers. Passing out in front of a room full of people is generally frowned upon. It's a really grown-up kind of place where people wear sensible heels and makeup and do their hair nice before coming in. It's been a drastic change from my life wearing yoga pants and sneakers and going days without wearing makeup because I wouldn't see anybody over the age of eight.
My sister is one of the trainers at work. She got sick of working with temps who would screw-up her spreadsheets and told her boss that I could do a much better job. So they hired me. Nepotism is pretty awesome. Until your sister starts telling your co-workers about embarrassing stories from when you're a kid. This hasn't exactly happened yet. But I'm prepared if it does. I have pictures of my sister from when she went to charm school in the 80s. I keep stuff like that on almost everybody I know, because you never know when you'll need to resort to blackmail. (Just a warning, J!)
I'm not used to wearing sensible heels to work. I usually wear either sneakers or four-inch heels. (I'm an "all-or-nothing" kind of girl!) I love my four-inch heels. I have quite a collection developing. I mostly just wear them to church because I don't really go anywhere where four-inch heels are appropriate footwear. And also, I'm short and my pants are usually significantly too long and I need to compensate with big heels. However, four-inch heels are not really appropriate for this particular workplace. Especially since mine tend to have gold glitter or red leather butterflies on them. They're awesome shoes, and it's a darned shame that they're not being showcased in the workplace, but they're just a bit too flashy. So I'm reduced to wearing one of my two pairs of sensible heels. They are not nearly tall enough to compensate for my long pants, so I'm constantly tripping on the bottoms of my pants. I really need to get to a tailor. But I probably won't.
|This is not my sister, but they do clap for her because she is|
that awesome. It's a family trait.
|My awesome 5" butterfly snake skins.|
Too flashy for work, but whimsical
enough for church!
The work itself isn't particularly difficult or challenging, but sometimes it's fun to just do stuff that you're good at. Especially if it's totally impressive to people who would take all day to get a project done that takes you about an hour.
Work is boring. Here are pictures of more of my shoes.
|My newest and most awesome shoes, sparkly gold |
6" Steve Maddens.
|My 6" silver shoes that I had to buy to wear with the dress I |
bought for my sister's wedding so that I wouldn't trip over it.
I didn't have time to get the dress hemmed.
These shoes are awesome and surprisingly comfortable.
|My semi-sensible black boots. They're only 3-inches.|
|My friend Jen talked me into buying these.|
They are terribly uncomfortable, but super cute at only 3-inches.
I can't go shopping with Jen anymore. I can't afford it.
|Robert Downey, Jr.|
'Cause the world is a better place
just by looking at him.