Back from the East Coast.
Quite pleased with myself for sure.
(So much warmer here.)
Do you like items?
Soft yarns? Fabrics? A new scarf?
Photos tomorrow!
Must catch up on blogs.
Must create lists, set deadlines.
Oh! Must not lose mind.
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
He might need glasses.
I walked into my living room the other day, and this is what I saw:
I think he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his three favorite things -- comedy, outdated lists, and and a book on animal rights -- right next to his bed. What are the chances?!
I didn't wait around to see what he chose. In addition to being an avid reader, he's also a dog who likes his privacy. So, even though I left him alone and can't confirm it, I'm betting he went with the comedy.
I think he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his three favorite things -- comedy, outdated lists, and and a book on animal rights -- right next to his bed. What are the chances?!I didn't wait around to see what he chose. In addition to being an avid reader, he's also a dog who likes his privacy. So, even though I left him alone and can't confirm it, I'm betting he went with the comedy.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Totally random tip/observation
I just discovered a way to reduce the chance I'll have a meltdown in the dressing room when shopping for clothes (one of my absolute least favorite activities).
(1) When going through the store, select every item I'm considering trying on in two sizes -- a bigger and a usual size, remembering that the size -- like weight -- has nothing to do with anything (not my discipline or my worthiness, etc.).
(2) Once in the dressing room, start with the bigger size of the item I like the best and has the best chance of looking good on me. This was my major discovery. Turns out, it really gets things off on the right foot and has me in a good spot for the rest of it.
(3) Remember that none of it is critical. It's just not.
I got lucky today and started with a kick-ass top that made every other top seem stupid. This allowed me to ask of the other tops, "Why would they make a shirt this shape?" and "What were they thinking?" as opposed to, "Why are my boobs so big?" or "Why am I so short?" The latter two questions? Nothing we can do about those things. The first two? Well, those are things that will change next week.
That's all. Just thought I'd share my random -- but major -- discovery.
Do you have other tips that work for you, or do you like clothes shopping and need not worry with tips?
(1) When going through the store, select every item I'm considering trying on in two sizes -- a bigger and a usual size, remembering that the size -- like weight -- has nothing to do with anything (not my discipline or my worthiness, etc.).
(2) Once in the dressing room, start with the bigger size of the item I like the best and has the best chance of looking good on me. This was my major discovery. Turns out, it really gets things off on the right foot and has me in a good spot for the rest of it.
(3) Remember that none of it is critical. It's just not.
I got lucky today and started with a kick-ass top that made every other top seem stupid. This allowed me to ask of the other tops, "Why would they make a shirt this shape?" and "What were they thinking?" as opposed to, "Why are my boobs so big?" or "Why am I so short?" The latter two questions? Nothing we can do about those things. The first two? Well, those are things that will change next week.
That's all. Just thought I'd share my random -- but major -- discovery.
Do you have other tips that work for you, or do you like clothes shopping and need not worry with tips?
Monday, June 11, 2007
My Wiikend
It's been all this, all the time since Friday.
Given that we've been trying since November to get one, it should be understandable that we've been playing into the wii hours of the morning.
Please add this to the growing list of things that are going to make me wonder where 2007 went.
Given that we've been trying since November to get one, it should be understandable that we've been playing into the wii hours of the morning.
Please add this to the growing list of things that are going to make me wonder where 2007 went.
Monday, May 14, 2007
New category needed
Hey there, everyone! I'm back. And I have so many things to report.
We'll start with the trend that seems to be emerging, and I'm not quite sure what to call it. "Interesting people"? "Random people"? "People who are all up in my bizness despite my minding my own"? After this story, you'll see what I mean.
So, my posse and I were up in Vancouver for a conference (as I mentioned). The weather was spectacular - clear, cool, downright magnificent. In part because of the weather, and in part because we like to eat delicious things, the lot of us decided to take a stroll one afternoon in pursuit of gelato. (Gelato really has nothing to do with this story. I just wanted to mention it because it was very delicious.)
We'd finished our gelato and were walking along, the six of us, minding our own business, when we were approached by a man wearing a long trench coat and carrying a few full grocery bags. His tone was very casual, but he did end up standing closer to us than we are generally used to.
DUDE: I'm very hungry.
US: We're so sorry.
DUDE: Can you give me some money? I'm hungry.
US: Sorry. We don't have any extra.
DUDE: Look at me. I'm homeless!
US: Oh.
DUDE: I smell like shit and everything!
We were all caught off guard by his deconstructive analysis of the situation, but we responded with our usual, genuine kindness.
US: Wow. That really sucks.
I couldn't help but notice that he did not smell like shit. While I was noticing this, he was pausing for a moment to consider his next move.
DUDE: How about a cigarette?
At this point he moved in very close to my face.
ME: Mm, sorry. We don't smoke.
DUDE: You don't.
He took a moment to consider this, and I think decided he needed to kick it up a notch. He said this next part really slowly and deliberately, like maybe he was on his way to a tirade. And he was still quite close to my face.
DUDE: You know what you are? You are fucking--
ME: The worst.
He was caught off guard for a second. He hadn't anticipated my honesty about who were were in this situation, but he liked it. I swear I saw a twinkle in his eye. He was still mostly not pleased, but at least he had some good material.
DUDE: The worst. The fucking worst. You are the worst of the worst!
ME: Yeah, we'd have to agree.
We somehow then parted ways, and the group of us tried to make sense of what had happened exactly. We were all pretty surprised about how calm yet in our space he was. My PIC said that it might have helped his cause "if he'd hidden that six-pack of beer." But more than anything, we were all quite taken with the idea that we'd just been called "the worst of the worst" by a man who seconds before had said he smelled like shit.
Vancouver!
We'll start with the trend that seems to be emerging, and I'm not quite sure what to call it. "Interesting people"? "Random people"? "People who are all up in my bizness despite my minding my own"? After this story, you'll see what I mean.
So, my posse and I were up in Vancouver for a conference (as I mentioned). The weather was spectacular - clear, cool, downright magnificent. In part because of the weather, and in part because we like to eat delicious things, the lot of us decided to take a stroll one afternoon in pursuit of gelato. (Gelato really has nothing to do with this story. I just wanted to mention it because it was very delicious.)
We'd finished our gelato and were walking along, the six of us, minding our own business, when we were approached by a man wearing a long trench coat and carrying a few full grocery bags. His tone was very casual, but he did end up standing closer to us than we are generally used to.
DUDE: I'm very hungry.
US: We're so sorry.
DUDE: Can you give me some money? I'm hungry.
US: Sorry. We don't have any extra.
DUDE: Look at me. I'm homeless!
US: Oh.
DUDE: I smell like shit and everything!
We were all caught off guard by his deconstructive analysis of the situation, but we responded with our usual, genuine kindness.
US: Wow. That really sucks.
I couldn't help but notice that he did not smell like shit. While I was noticing this, he was pausing for a moment to consider his next move.
DUDE: How about a cigarette?
At this point he moved in very close to my face.
ME: Mm, sorry. We don't smoke.
DUDE: You don't.
He took a moment to consider this, and I think decided he needed to kick it up a notch. He said this next part really slowly and deliberately, like maybe he was on his way to a tirade. And he was still quite close to my face.
DUDE: You know what you are? You are fucking--
ME: The worst.
He was caught off guard for a second. He hadn't anticipated my honesty about who were were in this situation, but he liked it. I swear I saw a twinkle in his eye. He was still mostly not pleased, but at least he had some good material.
DUDE: The worst. The fucking worst. You are the worst of the worst!
ME: Yeah, we'd have to agree.
We somehow then parted ways, and the group of us tried to make sense of what had happened exactly. We were all pretty surprised about how calm yet in our space he was. My PIC said that it might have helped his cause "if he'd hidden that six-pack of beer." But more than anything, we were all quite taken with the idea that we'd just been called "the worst of the worst" by a man who seconds before had said he smelled like shit.
Vancouver!
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