Friday, February 29, 2008

Cotton Candy Dreams.....


The sky outside my window
Originally uploaded by sheiladilling
This has been the evening view from my window for the past couple weeks. It stays this color for about six minutes and then it goes back to being a blank dark grey canvas. It is EXACTLY what I need my eyeballs to send to my brain when I get home from work.

Spring! You are ever soooo close......

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Your sensitive singer-songwriter ex-boyfriend made a movie

It is called Once. Go see it. It's all about what happens after you broke up with him for not being as ambitious as you. Guess what? After you dumped him, he wrote a lot of songs about the two of you. They are full of tenderness and longing and sadness and when other people hear these sweet, delicate insights into this man's soul, they kind of get the impression that you might be something of an idiot. Because these are the purest love songs ever heard by people who have hearts that feel and beat and work and stuff.

AND if that is not enough, there is an uber-hot East-European chick who is equally talented and she's got what it takes to yank Mr. Soggybottoms out of this stagnant pool you left him sitting in the middle of. So, yeah, he's not THAT bad off.

So, see this movie, then buy the soundtrack, listen to it over and over, and know that when you truly love somebody you don't have to ask their permission.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

The universe isn't being subtle about this...

It's telling me, "You. You there, in your sweatpants that rarely see any sweat. YOU are lazy." Last week the Tour of California came to Sacramento. It is a pretty whoopety-do bicycle race with international bicyclists that tour all over the world pedaling their little hearts out for hours and hours at a time. If you are interested, Leipheimer won the whole she-bang for his team for the second year in a row, which is pretty extraordinary compared to the pat-on-the-back I give myself for a mere 30 minutes of cardio I eek out every time my jeans get a little extra tight.

I have something of an irrational fear of bicycles. My ultimate nightmare involves my leg or pant leg getting caught in the gears yanking my body forward into a "tasmanian devil" style tumble toward the ground that will last for several yards scraping my body along the asphalt as I go.

My point is: the finish line for this leg of the race was three blocks from my apartment. It was cold and rainy and windy and these guys JAMMED down the street in front of my apartment. Me? I was eating a grilled cheese sandwich while trying to decide between the not so subtle sarcasm of Judge Judy or the street wisdom of Judge Clarence Brown. I couldn't even be bothered to go OUTSIDE to clap or make noise or acknowledge their feat person. Instead I watched from my window and snapped pictures. Here is a picture of the guy in the lead. I waved but he must have been busy. And it is true that these guys travel in packs. Big clumps of the brightest spandex on the market whizzed by my window every few minutes. Click on the picture to see the other guys who decided to GET OFF THEIR BUTTS.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Are you a fetcher or a fetchee?


Piper
Originally uploaded by sheiladilling
Some beings in this world are born to chase things and bring them back to those they love. Others simply stare at you in disgust and will watch expectantly as you retrieve those things yourself. Again and again and again.

I will never learn.

This is possibly the best way to spend your day off right here.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Sheila, Age 6


Sheila, Age 6
Originally uploaded by sheiladilling
I've started a family photo album on Flickr as a means for all of my relatives located all over the country to keep in touch. I've been enticing them onto the site by posting silly photos of 70's fashion. Plaid pants! Short shorts! Kool-Aid mustaches!

This is my first grade portrait. I am so jealous of my bangs in this photo - I'm having a hard time putting it into words. I inherited what one of my ex-boyfriends always referred to as "Superman" bangs from both of my parents. Meaning I have an unruly wave of hair that lies right in the middle of my forehead. Yeah... it's how I detect evil (among other things). How these bangs in the picture ever laid straight and flat like that is a mystery all their own.

Also, I had (and still have) a long history of love for the rugby shirts. I remember this shirt very well and I do miss it so....

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

My #1 Picture on Flickr


Window Display
Originally uploaded by sheiladilling
So I uploaded this picture on Sunday. And today? It has 30 views. THIRTY! Which is more views than ANY of my pics.

I guess now I know what I need to do to get your attention...
*Stand on my head in thigh highs
*Wear candy underpants
*Hang out by Route 69

Oh, yeah, and lose the torso. Gotcha.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Ain't too proud to beg...

I am an HTML dummy, which is not a cute dummy like those crash-test guys or some guy you make out with even though he says, "supposabley". An HTML dummy is a creature with bloodshot eyes(bluish-green), frazzeled hair (light brown), and plenty of smeared mascara (Cover Girl Lashblast). It's what happens to me when something funky happens on this blog that I can't fix even when I know what the problem is.

For example, I'd like for the body of this blog to be the standard 500 pixels wide because right now it is 485 pixels wide. I know where to go to fix it, but guess what? The body NEEDS to be 485 pixels wide in order for it to have those fancy rounded corners. Oh, Rounded Corners, you have no sharp edges, but you cut like a knife.

So see that fancy orange button over there referencing a FREE blog makeover? Please, please, please: NOMINATE ME! If you have a blog you will be entered to win just by nominating me AND I am happy to nominate you in return. Please nominate me SOON. The contest ends February 29th.

I suppose I could wait and ask Santa for those extra 15 pixels, but by then I'll be bald and chewing on that
fancy new plastic applicator wand Drew Barrymore can't stop grinning about.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

The cutest town you've never visited

Today I went to Marysville, a small city north of Sacramento near the town where I went to high school. I met up with Mary, one of my best friends, who could tell you that in 5th grade, we played S.O.S. instead of doing fractions and that at one point in my life, I took it really personally that I sucked at tetherball. She could also tell you that I sported "Dumb & Dumber" bangs all through college, but she WOULDN'T because Mary is the kind of friend who always tells everyone how talented and smart and creative and pretty you are, so, yeah, she's a Good Egg.

We ate lunch at The BRICK, a bustling little cafe in Old Marysville. Every time I go to The BRICK, I order an Italian shake, a sweet dairy concoction loaded with a Torani syrup of your choosing (I suspect they have EVERY FLAVOR). If you asked, Mary would recommend you get the chicken quesadilla because "it doesn't taste like a chicken quesadilla". It's her favorite and I agree, it's delicious and deserves a name of it's own.

As we wandered around Old Marysville, an area we both grew up around, we started taking a second look at all of the unique historic buildings on this street. Maybe it was because today was one of the first bright and sunny days in a long time, but we became entranced by the details of all the architecture. So, I busted out the camera and took some pictures. Then we went back to discussing what the likliehood would be of a bird pooping on you, square on the head whilst you are running across a parking lot. Is it greater than being struck by lightening, but less than winning the lottery? Or is it an omen of some kind? One thing for sure, one of us needs to buy a lotto ticket, quick.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Super Thursday?

This Honda was cruising in front of me on the way home tonight (click on pic for a larger view). That bumper sticker he's got there just wasn't enough to capture this supporter's CAMPAIGN FEVER!! He's taking his vote to the D-M-V! I'm guessing this guy has just might have an uncanny Kerry portrait tattooed on his ass.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Essential Items... also quite purrrty.

To reward myself for my recent etsy sales, I recently purchased the necklace on the left from robayre. She handspun and hand-dyed the yarn herself and knit it into this super soft, dreamy pendant. It hangs so sweetly around my neck. When I wear this, I feel like I am telling people that I am warm and cozy but delicate and pretty and unconventional all with a single accessory. All I can say is: RUN to her shop and get one for yourself before I decide I need one in every color. She's made some in the deepest shades of purple, fuschia, gold, and green. Strangers will approach you and want to pet you. Or at the very least, comment on your awesome fashion sense.

The necklace on the right I found last year at a little bead store up in the hills. The pendant is hand-carved out of bone and the cord is hand braided. This little horsey is three-dimensional and so he has a sculptural quality even from the back. The cord slides, so I can adjust the pendant to my outfit neckline.
So, here's my brainstorm. These necklaces are fantastic works of art on their own, but I'm thinking they would look pretty freakin' great layered together. It'd be like a little MoMA around my neck. What do you guys think?

Friday, February 1, 2008

It's time we had a little talk...


3.5 pounds of pretzels
Originally uploaded by sheiladilling
This is what I found on David's counter. It's three and a half (notice I am holding my pinky halfway to indicate half) pounds of pretzels. Not the snack size pretzels that sit nicely on the plate next to your sandwich, but the large ones that require several mighty chomps and many jaw-stretching bites just in order to swallow them.

I'm thinking, maybe I should hold on to the CostCo card for now. Just for a little while. Let's see how it goes and maybe it's time to take a break from buying snacks by the pound. Before you bring home a barrel of chocolate pudding.