Saturday, November 3, 2007

When fate drops toys in your lap you don't question it. Just shut up and play with your new toy, dammit.

Hey there- it's Saturday so I know almost no one is out there. "Hellooooo....."(me, tapping on the computer screen)
No big deal- I talk to myself a lot, and I'm o.k. with that.

So, I whine about how I want the magic toy fairy to drop a spirograph in my lap, then one goes and falls squarely above my knees and below my lady parts.



This lovely petite spirograph set came via the U.S. postal service from my new favorite person in the whole world, LeMom from Momma's World.
Moms love me, and I love them back.


I love that it all folds up into a neat 4x5" package that I can tuck into my purse for whenever there is a spirograph emergency.

I think this is an acceptable time to
use the word. Yes, I think it is.
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.
.
.
Awesome.











I created this art just for you.

Yes you, silly.


It's not perfect, but it was my first try and I hope to improve my technique over time.

Eventually I shall take over the Worldwide art scene with my magnificent hypotrochoids.

Take THAT, fancy pants art...guy.

Yeah.











Oh, and I discovered Trader Joe's today. Sweet Jeebus they have a lot of cheap wine to choose from. The six bottles for $35 more than offsets the 5 bottles for $200+ I bought on our trip.
More about Joe's some other time, though. I need to get my beauty sleep/drink my cheap wine before tomorrow.

Did I mention that tomorrow I am judging a cake decorating contest at the Mall of America?
Did I?

I will take pictures if they let me.

Who am I kidding? I totally will even if they don't.

This is Whiskeymarie signing off- Day 3 of Nablopomo.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Three conversations, two with people other than myself


I went to buy a new chef's coat the other day. I stopped at the uniform store and started sifting through the racks, looking for the women's coats.
Most of the time these coats, for both men and women are VERY generously sized. I, for one, do not enjoy looking like a marshmallow at work, so I try to find ones that actually fit- usually with mixed results.

The following brief conversation took place between myself and the uniform saleslady, who we'll call Doris.

Doris: "Can I help you find something?"

WM: "Yeah, I'm looking for women's coats. Do you have any?"

Doris: "Over here we have a few." (gestures to some coats folded up on a shelf)
"We don't have any mediums left, but you look like a LARGE would fit you just fine."

Me: "Um, actually...I usually buy a small, even in women's sizes. They usually fit just fine."

Doris: (tentatively) "Sure. O.k. You should probably try it on first though. Just to make sure."

me: "Um, o.k."

(I slide it on, it fits perfectly. I look over at Doris and give her a stilted little smile of triumph. She timidly smiles back. She can sense my smug satisfaction and clearly just wants me to go away. Now, if possible.)

Me: "I'll take two please."


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(Enter scene. I'm driving by myself in my oldish, but much beloved car)

Me: "Hey there old guy, sounds like someone is starting to die on me..."

(I realize my mistake)

Me: "Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I know you're a girl. How silly of me. I'm sorry."

(a minute or so passes)

Me: "You know I'm sorry, right? Are we good? You know I love my Big Red, right? Right?" (I gingerly pat the dashboard...)


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A while back, the Mr. and I were sitting on the couch discussing some new and useless product we saw on a commercial.

Me: "We should really buy that."

Mr. WM: "Why? Because we saw it on the T.V?"

Me: "Maybe we could get it at the Wal-mart. But how would we know if they carry it?"

Mr. WM: "Well, we could look it up on the Google."

Me: "O.k, I'm done. You win."

By the way, has anyone seen my AARP card? I seem to have left it somewhere. Check under the bus seats for me, will you?
And if the phrase "the Wal-mart" is ever not funny to me, please poke me with a sharp stick, for I am obviously either comatose or dead.

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Have a great Friday, my beloved morsels of toasted, cheese-coated penguin toes.
See you tomorrow...
XO
WM

Thursday, November 1, 2007

They tried to make me go to rehab, I say Nablopomo...

So, today is Day one of Nablopomo, or National Blog Posting Month.
In a brazen act of tomfoolery, I decided to give it a shot and signed up.

What this means is that, for the entire month of November, I am going to do my gosh diggity darndest to post every day. EVERY DAY. Even....the horror!.....Weekends!!!!




So, we'll see what I can do under such tremendous pressure. There are potential prizes for those that complete the mission, and lord I love me some prizes. Even odd things I can't use- I just like winning stuff.

I figure that by about November 27th, I'll start resembling Bill Murray in "Groundhog Day" when he has awoken to the same freaking day for the bazillionth time.

I promise I won't stage my own suicide though.
I am aware that my life isn't a movie and that in my world dead means dead. Unless, of course, you're this guy.







And so it begins...


Today I thought I'd do something out of character for me (If such a thing exists).

I thought I'd list some goals that I'd like to just put out there and see how I do. I usually hate writing down or even verbalizing goals, as this- for me- is usually the kiss of death for the poor, helpless goals. I tell someone I want to be a nicer person, and before I can even finish the statement I'm pushing old ladies into the path of oncoming vehicles and laughing maniacally.
I'll say I want to save more money, then I'll turn around and buy a hundred exotic live chickens.

Yup, that's usually the way it goes.

So, at the risk of cursing them, here are a few goals I have, with an accompanying timeline for achieving them:

#1) Learn conversational Spanish. (1 yr.) I took two years of Spanish in high school, and all I can remember is "Una limonada por favor", and "hola!". Oh, and "un cerveza por favor". I also know a few less-than-polite words from my kitchen days, but I don't think they'll help me find much beyond the Donkey Show in Tijuana.

#2) Get back to working out, in one way, shape or form, at least 5 times a week. (1 month)
I used to do this, but work got in the way and I haven't done much for the last month and a half. The clothes still fit, and overall I am happy with how I look. I just want things to be a little firmer. I would like it if, with the exception of the breasteses, things/parts stop moving when I do. That would be nice.

#3) Keep buying art I love, whatever the price. (infinity) I just picked up a piece from the amazing Angelo that I am so in love with, I walk by it several times a day just to stare at it. I've been picking up some photos and other miscellaneous pieces as well and I want to keep it up.
I used to see buying art as something for people who have trust funds and wear all black, all day, every day and did little more for a vocation than sip coffee and tell each other how fabulous they are. I could never justify the cash outlay- or so I thought. The way I see it now, it makes me happy, because I only buy what I love and want to have around me in my home. For me, at this point in my life, that is all the justification I need.
I deserve to do the things that make me happy. Dammit.

#4) As much as I love the sloth (and the sloth loves me back long time), I need to find something that motivates me a little more. I need to quit sleeping until whenever I feel like every day (I work evenings), watching morning t.v. for an hour (or more) and basically just frittering away my free time. (2 months)
Up until recently, I felt like my free time was so hard-earned that if I chose to lay on the couch staring at the t.v. with the volume off for a few hours (not that I have ever done this, no sir. Um... that's a lie. Of course I have) well, that was my business. So there. But lately I feel like I blink and another year has gone by without me having done anything significant. I need to make things more significant, more productive.
This is a pretty vague goal, but I think I'll know it when I'm on track.

#5) Go back to school part-time (6 months).
This is a big one. I can't decide if I should continue moving forward in my field or if I should go in an entirely different direction. Animal husbandry? Paranormal psychology? Pursue my dream of being both an international supermodel and internationally-known podiatrist?
Any ideas?
All I know is, I need to do this. For lots and lots of reasons.

#6) Quit using the word awesome so much (1 month). I blame my older sister for my abuse of this hated word. She uses it constantly and it rubbed off on me. Damn you, easily influenced monkeys and squirrels in my brain! Oh, I'm sorry my little dumplings. You know I love you and how well you make my brain run- most of the time. Keep up the awesome work! (Dang!)

#7) Cut back on the caffeine. (1 week) Yesterday I was shaking like a crack whore on Day one at the Betty Ford Clinic from how much I consumed. And strangely enough, none of it was in coffee form. I had 3 cups of green tea and some sort of energy water thingy.
Damn I'm old.

#8) Stop setting so many goals for yourself (immediately).