Life is too short for cheap gin.
2005-02-06 4:43 p.m.
I spent some time yesterday at Vancouver Mall exchanging some Christmas gifts. My parents gave me a very nice Estee Lauder make up kit with perfume. The thought was correct but the brand and scent was all wrong for me. Luckily Nordstroms is fab when it comes to returns so I hit the Stila counter and ran into Debra, my normal downtown make up maven and we did a full makeover using their new Oriental Mystic Pearl line. I walked away with a bag full of Stila booty and a whole new face.
I then used my personal shopper skills to dress C-dog. I love dressing other people. It's like having my own Barbie and Ken dolls. I'm good at it too - I have references.
Last night I hit an intimate cocktail party and sipped a couple gin and tonics. It has come to my attention that I have turned into a gin snob. If it's not Bombay Sapphire or Boodles, I'm not drinking it. Life is too short for cheap gin.
My dad went out and bought the same scanner and printer that I have. He pointed out over the phone to me that our scanners have built in character recognition software. I can't even begin to tell you how much time that has already saved me. I've scanned in the rest of Yugoslavia and am currently working on scanning in the space opera I wrote while I was in grad school. I thought I had a back up saved on disk but realized that I had given away all my 3.5 disks to the salvation army. D'oh! I found a hard copy in my filing cabinet so I'm glad I didn't lose it entirely. It'll take awhile (193 pages) but I'll get it scanned in. The thought of retyping all that was a little overwhelming.
Also, thanks to everyone who has voiced concerns over my head. I've got meds that work (if I take them before the puking starts) and have seen lots of doctors and specialists. I've had chronic tension headaches and migraines ever since puberty hit me. I suffered for many years before sumatriptans were invented and I got a regular physician (Let's hear it for health insurance). I still get resistant migraines from time to time and I whine a lot but I'm doing much better now than I was ten years ago.
1 People have tried to sell me ViagraCalling complete strangers.
2005-02-02 10:15 p.m.
After visiting Disco and enjoying his audio posts so much (listen to sex ed) I had to run over to Audio Blog and sign up for my own account. So what on earth would any of you like to hear about?
Well, here's a little story I didn't tell that happened last month. A couple of my friends were getting coffee downtown and hanging out the window of a big office building was a sign that said "It's Bob's 60th Birthday Today Call and Wish Him Happy Birthday" and it listed Bob's cellphone number. My friends e-mailed the number all over the office asking people to call. During my morning break I called and left this message:
Head pain, cats are insane and wallet drain.
2005-02-02 3:25 p.m.
I woke up early this morning with a full on migraine. It sucks that I can get one while I'm sleeping. You'd think that the blood vessels in my head would be all hunky dory while I'm unconscious but no - they have to freak out on me. I called in sick to work then laid on the bathroom floor between puking sessions. The cats thought this was very exciting. Trinity kept trying to comfort me by licking my face and rubbing her wet nose all over me. Loki insisted on trying to chew on my toes in an effort to get me to pull myself together and refill the food dish. I've been able to eat some food and keep my medication down. Now I'm just tired. I feel like I've gone three rounds with Mike Tyson except I didn't get paid ten million dollars.
My new make up bag is a little smaller than my last one so I had to stream line my on the go items. Here's what's in my tiny make up bag:
* Stila lip liners #4 and #16
* Stila lip polish in Sparkle
* Stila lipstick in Pixie
* MAC lipstick in Spirit
* Avon cream eye color in Moonstone
* Avon waterproof eyeliner in Chocolate Splash
* Borghese travel brush covered in foundation powder
* Perfume samples of Ferragamo, Helmut Lang and Gautier's Fragile
Just you and me babe, how about it?
2005-02-01 3:32 p.m.
I spent the morning crunching numbers and brainstorming the concept of adoption. Could I possibly afford to adopt a child and raise the bambino on my own? Just me and a little Sosia Favonia or a little Trevor Scott (since Francesca told me I can�t name him Jeremy and I�m counting on her to baby-sit). After deciding that I�d need to buy a bigger house, refinance, redecorate and get a more practical car, I could feel a life impending panic attack coming on so I did what any woman in her right mind would do. I went out and bought a new purse. To make absolutely sure I was clearly mentally balanced, I bought a new wallet and make-up case too. I may not be fiscally or familial sound but at least I accessorize well.
9 People have tried to sell me ViagraPass the midol.
2005-01-31 10:05 a.m.
Dear morons in the public parking garage,
I know that parking garages are really super difficult to understand. They require an advanced degree to negotiate so let me give you a few helpful hints. First of all, in order to get into the parking garage you have to pull out the little ticket for the gate to go up. You can�t drive through the gate or you�ll break it. Secondly, you need to drive in the direction of the gigantic painted arrows. If you turn in the other direction you will be going the wrong way and you will end up head to head with me and I will not move because I am right and you are wrong. It�s that simple. Don�t honk at me or make rude gestures. I may look like a timid blonde bimbo in a sports car but I am thinking of a hundred different ways to kill you with my ice scraper. Beware. Look, I love Eminem as much as the next person. Okay, that was a lie, I fucking hate Eminem and all the misogynistic twaddle that comes out of his mouth, but I don�t force you to listen to The Sex Pistol�s until your fillings shake out of your head so turn down the freaking Eminem. Finally, the spaces marked "compact" are for cute little cars like my Miata. Your Ford F-100 with extended cab is not a compact by anyone�s standard. Not even Paul Freaking Bunyan. Do you realize that you have taken up three parking spots with your tank? Do you realize that you�ve also killed all the salmon, taken out some spotted owls and burst a hole through the ozone layer all on your ride to work today? Think about that Slim Shady. Oh yeah, sorry about your tire.