i wouldn't have even bought the Harness boots @ $200...they were a house-warming gift from my friend/realtor/sugar mama Stephanie. she loves me b/c I'm awesome. just like these boots. (if there are any other sugar momma's or daddy's out there...I'm an 8.5)
Friday, February 29, 2008
Why, Frye....why?????
why does Frye do this to me? these cost $348!!! i think these are the hottest pieces of ass I've ever seen. i have the Harness boot and i love them, and they're awesome and I know these would be worth every penny...but I could never. it's ludicris. it's ridonkulous!
i wouldn't have even bought the Harness boots @ $200...they were a house-warming gift from my friend/realtor/sugar mama Stephanie. she loves me b/c I'm awesome. just like these boots. (if there are any other sugar momma's or daddy's out there...I'm an 8.5)
i wouldn't have even bought the Harness boots @ $200...they were a house-warming gift from my friend/realtor/sugar mama Stephanie. she loves me b/c I'm awesome. just like these boots. (if there are any other sugar momma's or daddy's out there...I'm an 8.5)
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
no more downer...it's snowing!!!!!



it's snowing! not raining! it's snowing!!! not raining!!!! i can't emphasize what a treat this is...the weather has been complete crap this month...teasing us...too cold, but no precipitation...warms up and the rain comes. but today...the two finally met in the middle.
that sesac building is my view and it's not crappy grey rain..it's perty white swirling snowflakes!
**
still a small downer...not only are my cramps worse, but i think they are pro-creating and now my cramps are having little cramp babies. cramps having cramp babies-is this happening?
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
downer
today, i am down. i've been teetering up lately... new break-up, new life changes, new trips, new friends- things have been roller coasting in my head since the new year. i think i've done good. but today...i don't know. it's grey outside. cold & rainy. shitty time at the post office. i've seen some things i didn't want to see, i've heard some things i didn't want to hear. i've been thinking waaay too much because i am in my head alot. every day. all the time. i feel like every bad and stupid thing i've done is creeping up on me..."..if i'da done this, would things be different?....if i'da said this, would that have made things better?"...i think about all the new differences...
i miss cooking with someone.
i miss lazy sundays with a partner in crime.
i miss getting to see my other dog all the time.
i miss the companionship more than the companion. i think.
i hate talking on the phone but my my quiet house has driven me to make calls. now i'm a phone talker.
my house is quiet all the time. there is no laughing...god, i miss laughing. there's noone there to say something funny, or call me 'cutie'. sometimes i just need to talk...to a human. george acts like he understands, but he can't talk back. he just gives me love. head on the knee...looking at me with those deep, understanding eyes. paw on the knee..now he wants some love. he asks so little.
george misses neko. they're partners in crime. they cuddle. they talk. they wrastle. they still get to do that from time to time...my small moments of companionship have been taken and stowed.
..................................
ahhhhh...and here come the cramps. it's all starting to make sense where this is all coming from. of the many gods, whichever one created premenstrualsyndrome-aholic-athon-ville, thank you for making it question your confidence and all around make you feel like absolute and complete shit.
to quote the emotional mullet, does this martini make me look fat???
time to deal.
i miss cooking with someone.
i miss lazy sundays with a partner in crime.
i miss getting to see my other dog all the time.
i miss the companionship more than the companion. i think.
i hate talking on the phone but my my quiet house has driven me to make calls. now i'm a phone talker.
my house is quiet all the time. there is no laughing...god, i miss laughing. there's noone there to say something funny, or call me 'cutie'. sometimes i just need to talk...to a human. george acts like he understands, but he can't talk back. he just gives me love. head on the knee...looking at me with those deep, understanding eyes. paw on the knee..now he wants some love. he asks so little.
george misses neko. they're partners in crime. they cuddle. they talk. they wrastle. they still get to do that from time to time...my small moments of companionship have been taken and stowed.
..................................
ahhhhh...and here come the cramps. it's all starting to make sense where this is all coming from. of the many gods, whichever one created premenstrualsyndrome-aholic-athon-ville, thank you for making it question your confidence and all around make you feel like absolute and complete shit.
to quote the emotional mullet, does this martini make me look fat???
time to deal.

Monday, February 25, 2008
I baked...

it's like a bowl of oatmeal & fruit in portable form.
3 mashed bananas
3 cups oats1/2 raisins
handful blueberries
3 chopped dates
cinnamon
1 tsp vanilla
*combine all ingredients: add oats last. form into little cookie'ish shapes and bake 350 for 30 min. (i think next time i'll add some crushed pineapple or applesauce for a little moisture.)
Friday, February 22, 2008
the nutty 'nana

this was inspired by the blonde mule's comment on the mayo-nana. thanks blonde mule!
bring on the banana's.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
disgusting deliciousness

meghann at work tried it and she's now a fan! yeah...dirty south!
debauchery & no Lotta...











enough about my vitamin depletion, now onto the dissapointing Lotta Jansdotter journey. i called her office, got the studio/shop hours, which by the way is only 1 day/wk..Saturday 12-4. ok, so I go to her new 8th st. location, dragging Tiffany, Papo and the other Jessica along with me, only to find NOONE HOME. GONE. OUT. DOOR LOCKED. AND THAT'S IT. i call and leave this pathetic "please call me if you get this today...im from nashville...big fan...yadda yadda" message on her machine. and here i am today. end of story. a little bitter, but no less of a fan.
so now i'm home, back at work...blah blah. i miss it already, and Tif--she was like my roomie for a week and a super-fantabulous, generous, fun host/tour guide/all around fun-leader who shares my love & appreciation for good food and drink.
to re-hash this February NY trip as shortly and sweetly as possible...
arrived valentines night, had good food, good drink, met new portland peeps, drank, woke up, shopped, ate drank, Purl Soho store!!!, karaoke, old dirty bar, ate, sleep, up & at 'em, re-hash awesome karaoke bar that we want to frequent nightly, eat, lots of french food, lots of french bars, got to repeatedly frequent my favorite BarTabac where lots of hot boys work(just a small perk), karaoke at another bar, MC got naked..i mean naked (a lady never tells, but he had the smallest peepee ive ever seen--not that that matters, but he was PROUD) taught Tiffany a little sewing (she made her fist tissue cozy), did some more outing & abouting, food, drink, cancelled flight, more time with Tif, so we got her rolling out her first tote bag and zipper pouch! on her 2nd day of sewing!!! yowza! she good.
im sure i forgot tons, so im prolly gonna have to come back & edit, add, delete, etc.
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