Cigar-smokin’ sidewalk guy wants to talk to you.
Say, do you mind if he smokes here?
You! Does he know you?
Hello! Como estas? Bien? Bien?
Lady passersby, succumb to his desires.
Month: June 2008
Fun Thing for Yesterday
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I made a sunny necklace, and it is adorable. Hello! Hello, little necklace.
In college, I worked at a bead store, where I logged many hours with a pair of tweezers organizing mixed up beads. You’re bored just hearing about that, aren’t you? Wrong! Sorting beads is crazy satisfying. Like cleaning out your purse, or painting your toenails. When you’re done, that one little corner of the universe is perfect again. Then you can take a nap.
Overheard: Elitism Lite
Scene: Coffee shop, two girls discuss the web.
“I’m getting off Facebook. Everyone is equalized in a way I’m very uncomfortable with.”
Spork!
Also? A small celebration of sporks over on Mighty Goods. Never has soup and salad been so convenient.
Weddings and Camping
Two new guides up at the mighties:
-Mighty Goods has 15 Wedding and Shower Gifts Under $40
-Mighty Junior has a cool products guide for Camping with Kids
Go have a look!
On Chafing
The time has come to buy new underwear. However, since having that cute baby and then losing the pregnancy weight, something has gone awry. All currently fashionable underwear is now made to go up my butt.
Bikini undies? Sure! If you like them up your butt. Tap pants? Sounds good, assuming you enjoy that extra material nestled up your butt. Boy shorts? Why waste effort walking around for 10 minutes? Just wedge them up your butt immediately so you can tug uncomfortably at your jeans for the next eight hours.
Listen, I’m already wearing shoes that make my feet bleed. The underwire on my bra is probably jabbing my ribs. You don’t want me any more irritated. It’s taking all my willpower not to cut someone. Introduce up-the-butt pants to this precarious scenario, and I can’t be held responsible. I also probably won’t be able to operate a motor vehicle.
Do you hear me, Universe? Take me to your comfortable yet stylish underwear! You drive.
Evany’s Birthday
My fun thing for yesterday was Evany’s burger extravaganza.
Twirling
Growing Pains
A few friends and I have been reading a book on wellness that suggests eight ways to improve your life. It says you should choose a few and run with them, so I decided on:
Meditation:
Me thinking about light flowing into my head, and then thinking how nice it would be to nap.
Visualization:
Me thinking about how well things are going, then wondering when disaster will strike.
Conscious eating:
Me conquering food allergies by doing a restricted diet for 21 days, then remembering that I have hives because I really like to eat the stuff I’m not supposed to have.
Doing Fun Activities:
Me doing things that make me happy.
For the record, doing fun things is better than denying yourself caffeine. Should you choose to follow this path, I’d recommend starting with the fun stuff and worrying about your gluten intake later.
I’ve decided to do one fun thing a day, and it turns out that fun stuff is awesome. Yesterday I went down to City Hall to celebrate gay and lesbian couples getting married. There was a huge crowd, and lots of happy tears, and much merriment. Added bonus: no one yelled ugly things at the newlyweds.
So you see, we’re all evolving as a team.
Girl Talk
Alice and I talk business:
Alice: I think it’s adorable that you want some money for yourself. Maybe you want to buy yourself a special little treat without the Hubs knowing, and why shouldn’t you? Bravo, Mrs. Mason.
Me: Sometimes, when I’m feeling low, I just like to get myself a nice lipstick. Nothing pricey, just a little pick me up.
Alice: What? Whore.
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