I experimented with it and here are the results, same set of words I just changed the aesthetics. :)

I don't know how to "properly" clean my nails (removing cuticles, using the nipper!) - since I'm scrunching a bit on my expenses plus it's not like I'm attending a formal event anytime soon, I didn't find it necessary to go to the parlor to have my manicure & pedicure. So I just put on the polish myself :) The polish shades available here at home are light ones (pale pink, beige, nude) so putting on dark polish was difficult! All the bits of polish that will touch your skin on the sides of the nail is visible, tsk tsk :) I didn't have those wood sticks that they use in the parlor where they put cotton on top and dip it in nail polish remover to remove the excess polish on the sides - I'll try to improvise later. ;) I think that dark polish looks best with really short nails (this is just me, though I think it also depends on the color) so I cut my nails really short - I was still growing them out from last week's cut so it wasn't a big 'loss' for me to cut them really short again. Meanwhile, here is the result of my little vanity. :D

And that? was a bit of a problem.  A long-winded one, at that.  To make matters worse, I was hotter than a woman going through menopause at work right after I found out the class was cancelled, and I had was introduced to the two new interns in crisis mode. I'm pretty sure I made a stellar impression.

My retail schedule was also screwed up, starting NEXT WEEKEND. And if I haven't already mentioned, I'm seeing JOHN MAYER in the city NEXT FRIDAY (all-caps NECESSARY BECAUSE OMG JOHN MAYER I AM SO EXCITED). And SATURDAY? Yep, that'd be our first home football game. Like I'm going to miss out on either. Not to mention that I had already taken both days off of my availability INDEFINITELY.

My final complaint is that I'm spending money like it grows on trees. First order of business? Killing the credit card. Then maybe I can breathe easy.

But first, I'm going to enjoy a drink (or five) with Mel from my retail job and try and forget all my sorrows. I know, it's tough.

Ha.

I just found this tutorial and thought I would try it out. Here's what my tattoo would look like (in theory it'll look a lot less digitally perfect). I had to take the picture of my back myself, which you can probably imagine was a nice challenge, and I tried to make the design tattooish, but it just looks kinda weird. I want it to be black too, not this funny blueish color. But enough critiquing, I like it. But it definitely puts the idea into a different perspective. Actually seeing it on my back is a good thing for me.

A funny new thing. I told my MIL (mother-in-law) about my idea of getting a tattoo and she was jazzed. Somehow I wasn't expecting that. I thought she would be a bit more reserved. But she was totally like "Oh that's so cool!" LoL I should have known she would be. She's always so jazzed about everything. I think it's great, but I guess I have learned that just because she says it's beautiful or perfect, I kinda want a second opinion. Cause everything is great!=P

I got some books from the bookmobile today about tattoos. I don't know that will help me decide much of anything. They are just cool and make me want to do "cool" things. Like funky colored hair, or be more retro, or get tattooed. Piercing I must admit is more of a turn off these days. Though I think some are great, I just am into them less. I have done that I guess. I would do some more on my ears I think, and maybe get my nose re-pierced, but I just am not into much piercing these days. Anyways, I still have one book I haven't looked at yet, the first one was all body art. Tattoos, piercings, hairstyles, accessories, etc. It's interesting. The other one I think is more about tattoo designs, but I don't know yet.

I remember when I was going through my awkward & confused adolescence stage and I didn't exactly want to spend my free time with the family. Not that I don't love them or anything, it's just that I went through that stage when I always wanted to go out with friends. When I was around 14-15 my sister was around 10-11 then my other sister was, I think, 6-7 so when I was going through my confused stage they still wanted to play so we weren't really in sync with each other. But once we were all past that awkward stage we got along pretty well. Believe me, we still have our moments but it's easier to talk with each other now and make each other understand that we all have our own points of view but we can all reach an agreeable middle ground. :) My parents - oh, I owe so much to them! I try my very best to be the best daughter to them & also to be the best ate to my sisters & brother. I'm a work in progress but I think, so far so good. :D

So...I remember very little from Friday evening (as we established in the post where I throw all dignity out the window and relay my hussiness to you. If it helps, I do know the guy. You may recognize him as the O.C. Shut up, Michael.)

Anyway, I had a brief glimpse of clarity Saturday morning when I was going through my text messages. There was one from a phone number I didn't recognize, a VA number. It said "hey girl, is this you? It's [him] from the bar."

Oh no. No no no no. That didn't really happen! Fuck. It totally did.

You see, there's this cute boy. Actually, this hot guy. He a personal trainer at the gym. He's...hot. When I was unemployed I would go to work out in the middle of the day and plan my shoulder workouts for Friday, because he always did his shoulder workouts on Friday. I know, Hello Stalker right? I never said anything to him, I just liked having a little...eye candy while I was working out. In speaking with my friends I would refer to him as "cute boy from the gym."

It seems that he was at the bar on Friday night. It also seems that I had a conversation with him, at length, about how cute he is, and how I refer to him as "cute boy from the gym." The only other thing I recall is saying something along the lines of "you should give me your number" and him responding with "we did that already. You gave me your number and I texted you so you would have mine." I know there is more, but THAT IS ALL I REMEMBER. It can only get worse.

When I saw the text Saturday morning, after I swallowed the vomit in the back of my throat, I replied with a humble apology for my drunkeness, explaining that I was very embarrassed. He replied with a quick "oh don't worry about it" but then never responded to my last text.

Right. I wouldn't either.

I AM THAT DRUNK GIRL AT THE BAR FAWNING ALL OVER YOU! GIMME SOME CANDY!

And here, here is where the gods of irony punch me in the ovary: after a two month hiatus from the gym, I have just begun a new training program. That means that, after two months of being absent and then TWO DAYS after that little display, I am making a reappearance at the gym.

I seriously look like an asshole, no?

Thank god his text message included his name.

Yes, we are now Team Junk instead of Solo Junk at last.

Whilst I'm at it, we're also working on a completely new blog, a shiny pretty one, which might have a few more contributors on it, more regular posts and bitchy rants.

If you feel like joining us, drop us an e-mail and we'll have a chat. And if you're really good at designing pretty websites for free, then we'd love you forever if you wanted to help.

That's it for now.

Alex

independent and on her own.. thought she needs not a partner, all she needed were friends.. silent when times are tough, even when her eyes can scream the words.. they found each other when they both werent looking.. it was an instant connection, love at first sight.. they never believed that would happen, yet, it so intensely did.. she had her fears.. she pushed him away.. didnt want to get too attached, for the uncertainty that lingered over their future was weighing her down.. she didnt want to hurt, but she did when she let him go.. lonely days and loneliner nights.. breathing just to pass time.. waiting for salvation..

time passed by, the days like months and months like years and years like decades.. slower than a rainy gloomy day.. until a fine november night came and their eyes met again.. by chance? or was it the work of fate? they didnt know, and they didnt care.. all they felt was alive again! their heartbeats were so loud they almost choked all words from coming out.. it was like they never were apart.. nothing changed.. except for their age.. they thought they moved on, but in truth, the world turned as they both stayed put.. kept holding on.. their love only grew stronger.. even though unspoken of..

So we set to work.  And here's the result:

What can I say?  The lady does amazing work.  She even managed to give me an expression.

It's a playing card.  The O for Owl, Oakley or just plain old zero.  A worthless card, perhaps, and a two-faced one one that your opponent will know you hold.  But it's a card nonetheless.

This blog is settling in right now anyways.  I just have to get the other ones up and running.  Blog, Blog, Blog...  Eventually I will find something else interesting to write about.

Võin uhkusega öelda, et kõik need päevad, mil te pole minust mitte sõnagi kuulnud, olen ma puhta südamega puhanud. Lihtsalt lesinud, koertega tegelenud ja raamatuid lugenud.

Lisaks on meil siin herilaste invasioon. Tanel väidab (ja ta on sel alal autoriteet, sest ta isa on mesinik), et kuna varud on täis, ei lasta neid enam tarudesse tagasi ja seepärast pole neil kuskile minna. Oskar sai juba ühe nõela põske. Ehk on nüüd targem ja sai aru, et neid ei saa päris sama moodi püüda nagu kärbseid, aga ega ma selle peale ei panustaks. :D

Praegu on mul igatahes lugemiseks sellised asjad:

1. Dovlatovi "Kohver" - väga lahe raamat, mis räägib sellest, kuidas tüüp Nõukogude Liidust ainult ühe kohvriga tuld tõmbas ning mis tal siis selles kohvris oli ja miks.
2. Kaupo Pähkli "Ehatähe rüütel" - võtsin selle ainult selle pärast, et kaanel oli kirjas, et hoolimata sellest, et see on noore autori debüütromaan, on see uskumatult küps ja põnev - kamoon, ma pidin ometigi oma silmaga veenduma, et see on saast. Suutsin umbes 10 lk lugeda, enne kui loobusin, aga aususe huvides pean ütlema, et see oli ikkagi tunduvalt parem kui Belialsi proosa. Eks "fantaasiaekspert ja tuntud ulmekirjanik" Nirti kisab, kui ma selle väitega kellelegi liiga olen teinud.
3. Pratcheti "Johnny ja surnud" - ma veel ei tea, aga tundub hea. Iseenesest Pratchetti veidi nooremale põlvkonnale loodud sari.

Ja täna käisin koertega metsas ja vanaema juures pannkooke söömas. Kuna seaduse järgi on koerte metsas lahti laskmine keelatud, olid nad LOOMULIKULT kogu aeg rihmastatud, aga kui nad juhuslikult poleks olnud, oleks neil olnud väga lõbus tund aega järjest poris püherdada, kitsede jälgi ajada ja sihitult ringi joosta. (wink-wink)  Kuigi jälgede ajamine käib meil tegelikult nii, et mina näitan neile jälgi ja nemad hakkavad ühes suunas ajama, ilma et neid eriliselt huvitaks, kas see on see pool, kust kitsed tulnud on, või see, kuhu nad läksid. :D Rääkimata sellest, et mõlemad on nina maas jälge ajanud ja jätnud selle käigus märkamata eemal seisva uudistava kitsekese.

Vot selline elu on mul praegu. Saaks ainult elu lõpuni nii läbi ajada, küll oleks alles hea.

the busted radiator

our radiator's better side

and they took it with them. leaving us with a promise to return tomorrow with a repaired, or new, or some kind of alternate radiator. so in our driveway sits our car.

with a radiator size hole under the hood.

and being the pet lover that i am, i washed down the driveway. doing my best to get rid of any and all signs of deadly radiator fluid.

]]> http://halfassitude.wordpress.com/?p=140 Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:21:17 +0000 halfassitude http://halfassitude.wordpress.com/?p=140 Go ahead, ask me.  I've been unable to sleep since 6AM and I have a tv in my bedroom, so I know what I'm talking about here.  And DO NOT get me started on the FREE and BONUS Dial-O-Matic food slicer. It will cut up your food SO HARDCORE.

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Onwards and upwards, we'll now discuss some of the more exotic and curious and, one might say, fucking ugly selections from some of my favorite sites.  Why: Because it's butass early for me to be awake, and I'm not doing anything else except watching that "Sex and the City" episode where Carrie cuts a fart in front of Mr. Big.  So here we go:

Interesting.  From the front, maybe okay, and especially if one is Wonder Woman and needs an updated pair of booties.

And now:

These, these... Fancy!  This looks like a good running outfit.

Well I've been known to put together some rather fug fugliness myself, what with the confusing shorts [click for maximum confusion] and the so much pink:

I'm nervous about the teaching job.  It's not final until tomorrowish, because if some classes are cancelled due to low enrollment they'll have to give my class to one of those profs. The dept. head told me it was 99%, but I would have preferred 100. UPDATE: I got the class (!!!), and it contains NINETY-THREE (93) STUDENTS. The other time I taught, it was only ten people.  Excuse me, I need to go put on some more deodorant because I am heavily perspiring.

Either way, I think I'm going back into the PhD prog next Spring, so I'll either be teaching or taking a chill job involving fries and if people would like cheese with that.  I'm going to try and blog every day now, because it's my version of leaving the house [which I refuse to do].

Finally, the utilities-meter-reading guy nearly gave me and my cat a fucking heart attack a second ago. Seeing a large shorts-with-boots-wearing man traipsing through my backyard makes me glad it's not Naked Wednesday. [Just kidding, there is no Naked Wednesday.  Not since my mom started abusing her privileges with the copy of my house key.]

Yesterday we got home from a spur-of-the-moment camping trip. We went the Glendalough state park again. We got there in the afternoon and got the last campsite available. We went on a beautiful hike that was about two and a half miles long, went swimming and cooked over the fire. It was a warm, clear night so we slept without the fly on the tent and got to watch the full moon rise over the lake. We saw deer, a juvenile bald eagle, a snake, lots of tiny frogs and fish and some extremely friendly chipmunks. Even though it was shorter then I would have liked, it was enough to get the camping bug out of my system. I feel like now I have had a good summer and if it starts snowing tomorrow (though I hope it wont) I could be ok. Next year I'd like to get a season pass so we can do some more visiting hopefully and maybe camp a few times and for more then one night.

So now we're all tired and a bit short tempered with each other, but it'll be ok once we catch up on sleep.  I have gotten excited about different blogging ideas.  Inspire Your Children is starting to be brought back to life (again) and a new blog about natural mothering and Royal Body Care products and information which I hope to do a little bit with.  But after starting a bit on both of these other projects I feel pretty worn out.  We'll see how fast this moves.

I woke up Saturday morning dehydrated, head pounding and looking around my room, utterly confused.

"Uh, hey."
"Hey."
"Uhh...did you give me a ride home last night?"
"You started walking and I picked you up halfway."
"Oh. Thanks."
"Sure."
"Uh. You're not wearing pants."
"No. You took them off me."
"Oh. I did? Sorry about that. Um. I'm not wearing pants either."
"No. You weren't into pants last night."
"Oh."

I'm a classy, classy broad.

Exhibit A: filthy carpets and rugs.

Stains included. Erm…yeah...but I realized that the carpet in my room wasn’t glued to the floor!

Exhibit B: realizing I have hardwood floors! Gasp!

So I spent the majority of today moving a crapload of furniture and taking out all of the carpets and rugs from the room.

Exhibit C: Crapload of filthy carpet and rug material

Allergy problem solved!

Pictures of the completed room to come.

we talked, we prayed. we were excited and fearful. and it was our secret. during that time - the call for the interview and the actual job offer - we lived in a place that was a little bit like the 60 seconds or so after you've taken a pregnancy test and the waiting for the line to show up or not. in those 60 seconds it seems like anything could happen, your world might be getting ready to turn upside down. but our 60 seconds were stretched over a week and a half or so. and it was a sweet time. we whispered our what ifs to each other, we tried to not get too excited or too scared. we tried not to get ahead of ourselves in our planning.

looking back at that time from today, it seems the thing we were most illequipped to deal with, what we didn't take into account, was what we would be giving up and what we would be gaining. and i'm not sure that we can measure those. they become apparent a little at a time.

But I digress.

See I don't even know If I used digress right.

ANYWHOO. I have a lot going on in my life right now. And I hope this will be some sort of cheap therapy. I want to remember everything that's going on.

So who am I? Well right now I am a 25 year old single woman. I co-exist with my parents, grandmother, sister, and Richie, who just kinda lives here. I have my doggens Leonard and Daisy, a hamster named Bruce and a bird named Birdie. I manage apartments for a living. I love cooking and photography and I try to sew every once in a while. In my free time I like to read. Right now I am on a reincarnation kick so I am reading anything to do with that.

But most of my time is spent with this woman:

But mostly I don't mind. We don't have much time left with her so whatever I can do to make her last days happy, I do. Which, happily involves a lot of pie. So a lot of my writing might be about her. Or it may not. You never know with me.

26 things You know by the age of 26

1. Being an adult can be fun when you are acting like a child.
2. Love has nothing to do with looks but everything to do with time, trust, and interest.
3. Laughing, crying, joy and anger… All are a vital. All make us human.
4. The greatest truths in life are uncovered with simple, steady awareness.
5. Greed will bury even the lucky eventually.
6. Bad things do happen to good people. Don't beat yourself up about it.
7. Paving your own road is intelligent only if nobody has gone exactly where you are going.
8. Uncertainty is caused by a lack of knowledge. Hesitation is the product of fear.
9. Time heals all wounds… regardless of how you feel right now.
10. Most of the time what you are looking for is right in front of you.
11. Your health is your life.
12. Chance is a gift, so act on chance when given the opportunity.
13. Kindness and hard work will take you further than intelligence and it will grow your intelligence
14. People deserve a second chance, but not a third.
15. Marry your best friend.
16. Take lots of pictures. Someday you’ll be really glad you did.
17. Money makes life easier only when the money is yours free and clear.
18. Carelessness is the root of failure
19. Your actions now create memories you will reminisce and talk about in your elder years. What goes around, comes around
20. Stepping outside of your comfort zone will put things into perspective from an angle you can’t grasp now.
21. Motivation comes in short bursts. Act while it’s hot. Harness creative energy
22. Purposely ignoring the obvious is like walking backwards toward the enemy.
23. Taking ownership of failure builds the foundation for success.
24. First impressions are completely worthless 50% of the time.
25. Personal glory lasts forever.
26. If you never act, you will never know for sure.

Grr!  I'm gone for one day and my site starts screwing up on me!  Humph!

So HeidiLogic has returned to wordpress for a while.  I am to accustom to the ease of wordpress to move far away from it.  Part of me feels trapped!  Like I'm addicted to this programing.  But really thats not what is bothering me.  My site hosts where being ridiculous today and I lost some stuff and couldn't work with anything.  I can't say this is x10's problem.  But something was wrong.  It might be wordpress' problem, as that was what I was using for blogging.  But the upgrade failed entirely.  I am grateful I exported the whole thing before I tried any upgrading.  The huge post I had written today never saved correctly, so it's lost in cyberspace.  But at least it's only one post.  I'm sure I'll be able to resolve this.  I'm just really tired today so everything is more intense.

*sigh*

Madre flew up from Miami this weekend to help outfit the room. We took the rent-a-car to the suburbs and got, well...lost. We eventually found Wal-Mart, the madhouse that is Ikea, and Mall of America…

When law students go out: Lucy’s Birthday celebration with the Gammas.