Oh joyous occasion. My day: woke up to the sounds of a stranger's dogs needing to pee at 5:30 am. I am housesitting for a couple who are on a Xmas cruise to Mexico. Precious. Anyway, big house and my cell phone is dead. I left the charger at a party in San Leandro. I popped the "Rollerball" dvd in and knitted a potholder while watching James Caan and his manly chest roll around. I spent the day lounging until dinner at a friend's where I ate lamb and burped it up all night.
Had a great time at dinner. But went back to the big house and the stranger's dogs and watched Children of the Corn and went to bed.
Perfectly Christmas.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
More than this
I just realized how much it annoys me when someone says, "you'll like him...he has tattoos."
I certainly hope that is not how I am presented when matchmakers are up to their shenanigans. "You'll like her...she has tattoos" sounds like quite the turn on, no? No. I expect a description of me to include how charming, funny, nerdy, sexy I am. I'd rather hear that I have a brain the size of Texas, and an ass to match. Feel free to follow that up with how cool my tattoos are.
It is true, I have acquired quite a collection of tattoos. Quit touching me.
Now that I think about it, the last time I dated a man with tattoos was 1996. Hmmm.
One other thing. Just because I have dark hair with babydoll bangs and tattoos, does not mean I am rockabilly and worship Johnny Cash. I guess I'm just not that nostalgic.
I certainly hope that is not how I am presented when matchmakers are up to their shenanigans. "You'll like her...she has tattoos" sounds like quite the turn on, no? No. I expect a description of me to include how charming, funny, nerdy, sexy I am. I'd rather hear that I have a brain the size of Texas, and an ass to match. Feel free to follow that up with how cool my tattoos are.
It is true, I have acquired quite a collection of tattoos. Quit touching me.
Now that I think about it, the last time I dated a man with tattoos was 1996. Hmmm.
One other thing. Just because I have dark hair with babydoll bangs and tattoos, does not mean I am rockabilly and worship Johnny Cash. I guess I'm just not that nostalgic.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
A Simple Raving About Tube Socks
Dec 1, 2007. First winter snow in Carson City. Thank god my mom, being quite the mom, bought me a package of tube socks. Wow. I haven't yanked a sweet pair of striped whities up since I played catcher on a softball team in the Bobby Sox Girls' Softball League in Las Vegas in 1983 (yes, that made me 11, for those of you attempting math right now). Our team colors were white and baby blue, which accentuated my developing nipples in a most insulting sort of way. My boobs still haven't quite developed, but boy, my nipples did! And as far as the lovely knee-high tube socks are concerned, I'm sure the last thing a girl approaching puberty should do is wear tube socks. Oh and that Dorothy Hamill haircut, I guess the socks were the least of my concerns.
Back to today. I think I'll go sit in a quaint little cafe, a few blocks from my house, and quietly watch the snow. Perfect time to pull up some "over-the-calf tube with longer lasting double toe." These should definitely keep my legs/ankles/feet/toes warm! I mean, if the beautifully warm-looking chocolatey brown man on the package is any indication. I might be warm already!
I think 'tube socks' is now my 3rd favorite word (or word combo). Third, because it still doesn't top 'cumulonimbus' or 'maxi-pad.'
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