Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I was ruffling through my purse for the camera, steering with my knees, trying to concoct an endearing anecdote to share with this guy in the event I turned his bumper into the shape of a fortune cookie, all the while I kept thinking to myself, "This guy, driving right in front of me, is gonna make it happen."
And he did! Of course, he didn't do it by himself. But Mr. Honda Accord stood in line at the DMV and ordered a personalized plate with the name of the trailing Democratic nominee on it, knowing his registration would not be up until May of 2009. He believed it could be so at a time when many of us were still swelling up with inspiration and hoping it could be a possibility. This guy believed it and when I saw this license plate, I believed it, too.
So, thank you, Mr. Honda Accord. You've earned yourself a free car wash and big hug from the rest of the planet.
Monday, January 5, 2009
I had no idea what type of phone I wanted, but the kind, young sales gal showed me one that had a touch screen and came with a rebate and blah, blah, blah, sales pitch, blah, blah, blah: SOLD. Let's just get this over with so I can go home and sweat out these cocktails.
I love my new phone. It is awesome in so many ways. I have been sending a steadily increasing number of pointless text messages much to the horror of family and friends who could care less that I just got my car washed or that I can't find a pair of matching socks.
I want to make it abundantly clear just how much I adore my phone before I mention this next item for those of you considering buying a touch phone. You should ask yourself a question and be very, very honest with yourself. Do you have, ahem, "physically fit" fingers? Because up until now, I've always considered my fingers to fall within the national standard for normal size digits. Tapping away on my new phone, I feel a bit as if I have Chewbacca mitts. I'm not sure if Wookies have fingers or paws, but Chewie seems far more savvy at flying the Millenium Falcon than I am at checking my voicemail.
So the previously mentioned pointless texts aren't just dull and drab, they are often nonsensical and riddled with typos. Not to mention making sure that I send the text to the right person. I sent a text to my friend Michelle about Battlestar Galactica only to get a response from Michael reminding me that I am an uber-nerd. Nice.
Even better are the times I get a little tap-happy while deleting messages and I end up dialing that person on accident. So I hang up. Twice. Or three times. Leading to the inevitable incoming call from that party asking me why I am a being a jerkface. To which I can only reply, "God made me this way."
I love my phone and I have banana hands. Deal with it.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Also, after some encouragement from some of may favorite bloggie friends, I've decided to again participate NaBloPoMo this month. 31 posts in 31 days! Here goes.
Friday, January 2, 2009
I have used the front of my fridge as something of an inspiration board ever since college. Many of the items have travelled from one crappy apartment to the next, reminding me to smile all while guarding the precious vodka.
The oldest item is a gingerbread self-portrait I painted of me wearing a Beastie Boys T-Shirt and ADIDAS shoes that you will still catch me wearing just about every Sunday.
Here is a glimpse:
So glad to be part of your day, even if it is just the moments before you grab the milk or realize you are better off ordering a pizza.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
My first order of business for 2009 was to make sure the chihuahua-terrier got some quality time outside. Lucky for the both of us, we woke up to a clear blue sky this morning. Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. Sunshine! Yet, not even my favoritest-stolen-ex-boyfriend-hooded-sweatshirt layered with two T-shirts and a heavily padded bra could protect me from being slapped around by the icy wind. And after throwing the ball and retrieving it myself twice while the chihuahua-terrier stared at me in disbelief before she scurried up the stairs, I followed suit. A complete retreat.
This is one of the things I still have not gotten used to living in Oklahoma. The sun shines so bright making your heart go pitter-pat with the anticipation of just a smattering of warmth on your cheeks. It beckons you outside only to deliver a swift head butt. I have fallen for this again and again and will probably continue to do so. The sunshine and me, we used to be friends and I know we will be again someday. As for the wind, he can suck it.
Since Plan A was derailed, I put iTunes on Party Shuffle and got busy. I was scurrying around pretending to do chores, when a song I had heard many times before SPOKE to me. This is quite the bizarre feeling, like maybe my iPod has been reading my mail or hacking into my text messages or simply WATCHING MY EVERY MOVE. Nonetheless, after listening to it, I thought, "Wow, that is exactly me, right now, at this moment, and everything I hope to get out of the next year." Which is saying a lot because I don't think I even know what that is other than that it sounds a lot like "Slow Pony Home" from The Weepies.
I'm going to post a link to it here instead of doing a re-cap of the last year and what I expect from the new year. It really is the ham in my 08-09 sandwich.
Also, do not fret over doggy's sun time. The wind eventually died down by the afternoon and until then, she made do: