Last night Chooch came bounding down the steps totally entwined in this undergarment. I assumed it was another practical joke of Jeffrey’s but he was equally surprised and cracked up by this! How Chooch managed this I will never know… but a good reminder to look out for our feathered friends by snipping those soda can rings 
And yes, I decided this was too hilarious to give in to my misgivings about putting my skivvies on the internet. Do you see what I do for you people!?
A sweet chickfriend of mine had this posted the other day (Hi Lucy!) and I had to steal it!
If I could do any job in the world: Dolphin trainer, Jane Goodall, geologist a la the chick from Dante’s Peak, nursery school teacher, zookeeper, professional yogi, fiction editor, cuteoverload.com editor, writer of any kind, Executive Director at a sloth and/or elephant orphanage, etc. There are probably more.
If I had a day to myself: Easy, I’d veg on the couch and watch Frasier all day, and it would be AWESOME! Then I’d feel guilty for not cleaning or running errands. Then I’d throw a fit about I-have-s0-many-things-to-do-but-all-I-can-manage-to-do-in-my-short-amount-of-free-time-is-watch-Frasier. Pretty much story of my life right now.
If I could live anywhere in the US or world: Not to be lame but I don’t mind the Virginia/Pennsylvania thing we have going on. Plus I’m a homebody and would never want to move far from our families. If this is a parallel universe where our families were somehow from the Maldives or Bora Bora or Santorini, I wouldn’t necessarily have a problem with that.
If money were no object: I’d adopt a fleet of international babies like Angelina Jolie.
If I could meet one person: Probably Bruce Springsteen or Bono.
If I had to shop at one store the rest of my life: Not to be lame again but… JCrew. Definitely.
If I could get another animal: Aww… I wish we could get Chooch a buddy for during the day. Darn you 1 dog lease! I assume they mean a domestic animal? Otherwise, refer to question #1 (elephant, sloth, some sort of aquatic mammal, a panda bear would do too).
If I could pick between a housekeeper and a personal chef: Oh this is sort of a hard one. I want to say housekeeper since cooking is fun and cleaning is less fun, would be inclined to have someone take the un-fun chore of my hands. BUT a chef would presumably have exponentially more advanced cooking skills than me, whereas I can vacuum a floor as good as any pro out there. I guess the question is: does the chef clean up after himself? If so you’ve got a deal.
If I could get married again: Seriously survey thing, you have to ask me that? I’m not even going to answer. It’s SO depressing that your one wedding is over after your wedding day! I mean, just because I’m now “legally” tied to Jeff doesn’t mean the bridal hormones cease to flow and I can just turn off my lusty urges for beautiful florals and cute stationery and chantilly lace and fondant cakes and SEE this is why I didn’t want to answer this question! I don’t know that I’d trust myself to plan others’ weddings but let’s just go ahead and add “professional bride” to question #1.
If you met me in real life you’d be disappointed with: Uhh, my general bumbling existence? Ha! Geez I don’t know, probably not a healthy exercise to ponder my disappointing qualities?!
Happy Friday, people!
So, you know how sometimes you are just sitting there innocently and are struck by a sudden, violent urge to snack? I’ve conditioned myself to just start chowing down on Altoids when this happens. I like to think that it’s a healthier choice than, you know, Mr. Goodbars or something. But really, is there anything healthy about eating 23 Altoids because you don’t trust yourself to not cannibalize your coworker otherwise?
It was amid such a session today when I reached to grab a ringing phone and sent them flying off the desk with my elbow. Noooooo!
I think this picture helped with the grieving process. There was one measly mint that stayed tucked in the paper (I ate it).
Moving on…
Note to the disgruntled: the addition of bare ‘tocks automatically makes whatever you’re protesting 800 times more better-like.
This was in the window at Macy’s. Now, I don’t have any advanced degrees in storefront display strategy but wouldn’t you want to choose products with universal appeal to be your ambassador clothes in the window? Or if not that, the most awesome must-have thing that would pull someone in off the street? Right? Well then WTF is this? BARF!
And I don’t know why this gave me a chuckle. From the makers of Rogaine comes…. PROgaine!
My only other birthday request was that we go see the Lion King 3D. This was a really special thing because Jeff and I are lame and never see movies. The Lion King now joins this illustrious collection of films that Jeff and I have seen in theaters in the last 5 years: The Simpsons Movie, The Hangover (released on our -1 anniversary), Pirhanas 3D, and Wall Street 2 (Money Never Sleeps). CLASS ACTS, folks.
I cannot tell you how obsessed I was with the Lion King as a 9 year old. Like, cannot tell you. I think I saw it like 5 times in theaters. Including once when I forced my Grandma to take me, and I caught her sleeping. I was like “Grandma?!?!?!?!? Wh? Huh? HOW ARE YOU SLEEPING THROUGH THIS?! Are you aware of the cinematic achievement WHICH WE ARE BEARING WITNESS TO??! Just…. just……. how could you?!?!!??!?!”
From there, I had a countdown going till video release day. My mom, bless her, I guess went out and got it for me that night, because I distinctly remember being driven home from gymnastics practice that weeknight and knowing it was there waiting for me. People, I remember that car ride. And I remember slipping it out of its puffy Disney case, gingerly placing it into the VCR, hearing the reassuring click and the resulting whirr, and knowing my mind was about to be blown.
Naaaaaaaaaa!!!
[Unintelligible beyond that point]
Tonight was no different. I promptly told Jeff I loved it as much as I did “like, 10 years ago!” Jeff was like “Uhh, I think it came out in 1994.” Crap. Two thousand one was 10 years ago. 1994 was……. (start menu –> calculator)….. (no I honestly did that)…. seventeen years ago. Uhh, oops. Yikes I feel dated.
Anyway. Lion King teaches a child everything he/she will ever need to know about life. Loss! Betrayal! Forgiveness! Redemption! Denial! Nepotism! Ecosystems of the African Savanna! MFing Circle of LIFE, for crying out loud!
And… seduction! Seriously… things you don’t notice as a 9 year old! During “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” I’m sitting there going “BFFFFFT what is that!? OMG! Lewd!”
Fig. A:
And Fig. B, a little subtler, but there was a brief “tumbling” moment wherein intertwined lion crotches flashed on the screen… baha!
No really, it is a seriously fantastic movie. I spent another Saturday morning with the National Zoo lions over the weekend, (Wanna touch my pelt?!), and they are just THE craziest, most beautiful creatures. Like not to take an abrupt and awkward turn into Seriousville, but to me there is no clearer evidence of a “maker” than these guys…
Our patriarch Luke! (Photo Credit)
Just gorgeous!
Otay. Now if you’ll pardonez moi… I’m off to order this DVD!!
You come home to this gem of a periodical which your SO thought it would be funny to sign you up for a subscription to…
Oh. Dear. God. Garden. And. Gun. W. T. F. Seriously.
That said… I paged through and decided I had to try this seemingly random yet enticing recipe…
It’s just crazy enough to be awesome, right?!
Yea, it was also right alongside Sliced Dove Breasts (!) on Cornbread Crostini with Green Tomato Marmalade. Meep!
Happy last day of summer! And you know what that means… this little Virgo-Libra cusp is celebrating the anniversary of my expulsion from my mother’s birth canal! WOO HOO!
So, a couple times a year we’ll have a really busy few weeks at work (coinciding with certain events), so for the second year in a row my poor birthday took a backseat to work crazitude. The good news- it’s winding down now! The downer news- I am beat and useless and didn’t feel like doing anything tonight. Jeff forced me to choose an activity so I was like “OK fine, I want to go to Rita’s.” Not sure where that came from, if there is a Rita’s in this area, I haven’t been there since arriving in 2003. It just spoke to me tonight. So we got in the car, drove all the way up and down this street that Jeff alleged it was on, only to have him find out he was following google directions to the St. Rita School. Whoopsie daisy! A water-ice-specific search indicated the closest one was like 20 minutes away. Ehh. We had fun driving around and making a plan B.
Now we’re chilling at home alternating between the Republican debate, Scarface, Frasier, Phillies Vs. Nationals, and the sexiest Rihanna videos countdown. True story: my hubbycakes, who is not the girl-crazy type, is freaking in love with Rihanna. It’s hilarious and adorable. I have to laugh because Rihanna is a pretty safe celebrity crush choice if you’re a wife. I mean, if he picked Reese Witherspoon or some other cutesy girl-next-door type, I might be alarmed. But my madras-and-brown-sandals-clad spouse is not getting anywhere with the Rihannas of the world. (Sorry dude).
Anyhoo, thanks to everyone who popped in to say hi with texts, calls, cards, hilarious e-cards of accordion-playing cupcakes, etc. Nothing makes a gal feel loved (and better about being on the north side of my 20s!) like a buncha facebook wall posts. Hee. I love you all- it’s true!
The weekend yoga agenda: tomorrow we have guest instructors and special Kirtan and Jivamukti practices! The former being quite chanting-heavy which has me a little intimidated. Yea, I know, if you know me you’re now saying “Uhhh… Buddy? Since when are you the chanting type?” Uhh, no, no I am not, as it stands. I have a lot to learn. And I’m trying to GROW here, people?! OK!?
And in zoo news… RED PANDAS OMG. We had 2 babies born that are just starting to come out in public! And, uhh, I, uhh, WANT TO ABDUCT THEM. Look at these cuddly little furballs!
Aaaand speaking of birthdays, I also share mine with 3 of the lion cubs born last year! Here they are enjoying their birthday bloodsicle…
Tee hee! Sorry, hope that’s not too graphic.
OK, that’s enough fun for this week. Thanks everyone again for the love- smoochies!
A week after I did a jig to celebrate paying off the dent in our Amex balance made by 4 new tires, our battery craps out. Schweet. Although, again, I really can’t be angry since I am still overjoyed that I fell on my face on the sidewalk yesterday and no one saw. That is like an $1,000 value right there. Maybe more.
Also, if any parents or spouses of mine are reading… for Christmas all I want is an anti-night-chomping dental guard that my insurance doesn’t fully cover. Think about it? :-)
Hi! Afraid there’s no earth shattering excitement to report on today. Had a great weekend full of yoga and gathered buddies, and now settling in for a nice little Sunday night that will hopefully involve a Julia Roberts or Reese Witherspoon movie on TBS. I love when the chick flicks come out to play on weekends! Yoga-wise, we had a ridiculously awesome guest instructor on anatomy. She is even teaching a special workshop on gait which I will be trying my best to attend. Seriously, why am I such a crappy walker?! Today I tripped and had an epic wipe out– like, it flung my sunglasses off and I laid there pathetically for a second moaning and being buried under all the bags I was hauling. Mercifully, it went un-witnessed (seriously, I owe you HUGE for that, God ::fist bump::). So I now have my first genuine skinned knee since I was like 10. Hot. Anyhoo… off I go in pursuit of said television programming… and to hopefully enjoy a few final hours before a crazy few days at work coming up! Have a happy week, y’all!
We had the prettiest sky and rainbow tonight. The older I get, the more I am completely blown away by the natural world. Even in the boring old Mid-Atlantic!
