I’m getting my new baby
Month: July 2006
shambles
I woke up late and dizzy this morning. I happily had clothes prepped for the day, but I was fumbling and rushing at the same time. Without taking anything to eat or drink I rushed out the door. Twenty miles into the thirty-six mile commute, I realized… I don’t have my Harrods shopper which means I don’t have my work laptop. Having no coffee, I dove into my purse for cigarettes… poo… no cigarettes either but hey at least the dizziness went away and honestly I don’t need cigarettes.
Now at work, I thought ‘No problem, I’ve got work email running on the Macbook, and whatever I need to run on Windows, I can open up Parallels.’ So far, my Macbook has been working like a champ but I haven’t. I don’t like switching from app to app since I’m used to swiveling my chair being work centric on the Dell and… everything else on my Mac. I will get through this day… with the promise of the OhMyPod Episode 100 post and release of the T-Mobile Sidekick3 I can stay motivated.
PSBTW: While waiting for OMP Episode 100 to come out, you can hear two men lick me from front to back, on OhMyPod! Episode 99 [link]
confessions of a husky boy: ladies lunch
Today is a lazy Sunday. With no agenda, we took a drive along the lake shore, passed the tony homes of the boat-set, and streets with barely dressed people off to seek shelter in air conditioned buildings. Unfortunately, we did not find a quaint bistro serving strong coffee and pressed sandwiches where one can watch the waves come in without feeling the pressure of having to turn the table over to new customers, in other words loiter like eurotrash. With the idea of a light lunch in my head, we made our way over one of our favorite delis.
I was thinking… I want something that a health conscious modern woman of the 50s eat. I had my answer when I saw the chicken salad. What was described as a ‘delight’, I knew that this was the lunch for the crocheting, A-line skirt clad, sling-back hoofed woman inside me.
Sadly, the husky boy had to have his moment… and… uh… waffle fries ordered. Classy!
Fully sated, it was back into the car to take the long route home. Huge swathes of the highway were closed. Knowing full well that we didn’t need to eat any more… we stopped for soft serve. I had to have my standard… chocolate dipped in butterscotch served along side a quick thrust and parry with vader.
Look ma! I’m stealing this.
I hate to admit that I like the 70’s modish look and feel of some of my parents things. Though they can’t commit to a style, aside from hideous or inappropriate, they happen to have some really cool pieces… or should I say had. Gifts that were given at her wedding shower, their wedding reception, her baby shower, and their Christmases sometimes are real gems. For the most part, I’ve taken the practical things from her; a stone mortar and pestle, a silver 5-step tiffin lunch box, a great griddle (because my hyper-etnic parents do not make pancakes), and a lovely Portuguese ceramic platter.
This latest heist is a wedding shower gift, a lovely cocktail set. Forced from its home in the china cabinet due to furniture downsizing, mom decided to prominently display it on her new granite countertops. Mom being a tea-totaller and dad being a beer man, it made me sick that such a wonderful piece would sit there going unused. An avid tippler and Oskar Schindler to outcast or abused glass/dishware, I liberated the set so it can enjoy the rest of its life in my bar.
