Archives for October 2005

I ran into my lovely, loving, beautiful friend Trish at the mall the other day. Heaven help me when I go to the mall. Hate the mall. It was only the outdoor outlet kind of place, but it’s still the mall. Erg. Tried on approximately one thousand seventy-two pairs of pants that made my butt look flat, my hips square, and my legs short as a dachshund’s (sorry, Harriet). So it was a vast relief to run into someone there, and even better, it was one of the few people on that frustrating day that I would WANT to run into.

I mentioned to Trish the stale smell in my house, and I sniffed a bunch of candles and air fragrance thingies at Bath and Body Works. Then I promptly became overwhelmed by all the choices and settled in for a chat with her, leaving the store empty-handed.

She tracked me down at Old Navy, and handed over a bag. It’s the one I liked the best, Tuberose.

There’s the BEST gardenia hint to it. It’s just perfect. I’m happy.

Oh, I was just in SUCH a bad mood after dealing with getting groceries and a tire rotation and, on a separate stop, an oil change (which was staffed with boys who did NOT pick up on the my signals – I needed to say "SHUT UP! I’m NOT INTERESTED!" but I didn’t, so it’s my own fault), and then the bad mood was worsened by fighting my way up East 14th home, only to remember that after all those errands I had left my laundry back in Alameda and having to turn around and go out again.

Then I got home to THIS. Oh, yeah. I feel better now.

Also: To whomever sent me the free sample of Schick Intuition, dude. Although I have been too busy to shave this week, and I’ve been conscious of it (although I’ve worn pants all week), it was kind of a shock to receive it. Like the universe knew and didn’t approve. But I’ve been wanting to try it, so thanks!

**And added a minute later: OH, MY GOD. God bless Lala. THIS is even better. I’m crying here, I’m laughing so hard. As she said, more people should drive while talking on cell phones.

It’s official. I’ve defected and gone to the other side.

    Me on the fire truck.

Happy weekend, all!

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I just came home (slept at Lala’s) and I’m home for a few minutes before I dash out to work, but it smells funny in here. Not funny cat-like, thank goodness, but funny like I need to clean the garbage disposal, or like the apples are too old on the counter.

I’ve had NO time to clean, NO time to blog or read blogs. This weekend promises to be short, also, since I’ve got plans for almost every minute of it. (The Whoreshoes playing in Oakland on Saturday! Come see!)

But the cats remain obnoxious, and isn’t that the most important thing? I’ve fed them, so my job is done here. They hate their new prescription food, so it sits on the floor until they’re almost dead with hunger. Then they eat and glare at me. They’ve both lost weight, and that wasn’t actually the plan. It makes them more obnoxious as night, though — they know I’m at my weakest and will get up and give them the equivalent of Pop-Tarts in the middle of the night, just to shut them up.

Bath full! Must run!

(I haven’t even had time to see the last twenty minutes of the Amazing Race, and that’s just a sad state of affairs. Okay, bath REALLY full.)

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I just got this in the mail, and came right to the computer screen to copy it, so you can read it. Oh, oh!

The envelope is addressed to Rachael and Partner, at my address.

Inside is a sweet card decorated with hydrangeas (the embossed old-fashioned fancy kind of card), written in an older person’s hand. It reads:

Dear Girls,
Myself and my family want to thank you from our hearts that you loved our house as much as we did. Your thoughts and your letters made us happy and sad that it didn’t work out. We just want you to know what a wonderful feeling it was to our family that someone loved it almost as much as we all do. Good luck in all you do.
– Little Red House and the Family That Lived There.

It’s from the owners of the house! The house that we thought was for us because we DID love it that much, our wagon-wheel cottage. It makes the owners real, and I’m so happy they wrote — my imagination creates an image of an elderly woman in an assisted-living residence with her children around her – they know that they would have loved to have given us the house, but they had to go with the highest bidder (oh-so-much-higher than we could have ever bid) because they residence is expensive, and little Judy’s going to Dartmouth and is going to cure cancer, and they DO need the money. But they’re happy that someone else saw what they saw. And we did. Isn’t that what matters, in the end?

How lucky and happy we are that they wrote. (I love that she wrote to The Girls, and put Partner on the envelope. Isn’t that nice? The handwriting is over seventy-five if a day. I love that.)

What everyone will be watching! Two must-see trailers. THIS one might be a little scary for me, but THIS lighthearted chick-flick is going to be great! Oh, I just can’t wait. (Thanks to the banjo-girl for this.)

So tired. Assorted animals, mostly Adah, kept me up all night. And this working 5 days a week at the crack of dawn, nay, EARLIER than that, is for the birds. Will be so glad when the in-house training is over. I can do anything if it’s just three or four days a week. You know? Yawn.

I spun a little and knitted a little yesterday. That was nice. Oh, and Anthony Bourdain is my new boyfriend. HOT. Who cares about the food? Just wanna watch him smoke.