you're not my mom...

someone called the office today, and asked for one of the doctors here. when i asked "whom may I say is calling?" the kid TOTALLY said "Your Mom!" and hung up.

so distracte --- oo, new webcomic post!

it's so quiet at work today... one of my bosses is out, entertaining clients, i guess. the other boss is with her daughter at the American Idol auditions downtown. my other boss is probably busy, swimming through articles and emails on his desk from 1994, and the phone hasn't rang in an hour and a half...

i'm pretty much at the peak of distraction... these are some of the things that i've been, um, "working on" all morning:

-filing completed project files
-processed two packing lists
-replied to the three emails i've received today
-caught up on some old Natalie Dee Archives
-wrote an email to E's parents
-checked out Toothpaste today...
-fixed a paper jam in the printer
-posted 2 - TWO! blog postings
-went to the bathroom
-drank some coffee


my ultimate career goal is (clearly) to leave the saving of the world to someone else...

new do

i agonized for about a week, trying to decide whether i should dump my hair dresser. she's a sweet person, but in addition to the fact that she is physiologically incapable of allowing ME to direct the styling of my own mop, she is also incapable of giving ANYONE a hairstyle longer than the top of one's ears. this worked for me for a short while, but now that i'm bridal primping, and trying to grow my hair long, i'm downright scared to give her ANY opportunity to sabotage my efforts.

my issue had become increasingly pressing this past week because my roots had grown beyond that which is becoming of a lady, and so the time had come for me to decide -- shall i subject myself to her chair, insisting and demanding ONLY COLOR -- NO CUTTING!, or shall i just say screw it, and buy the $8 box of Clairol...? previously, my head has been an amazing, technicolor array of streaks and stripes, and many hours of foil and toxins has gone into my rock and roll do... dare i venture into the confusing world of the uni-colored?



oh, but behold!! Clairol Hydrience #36, "Suntan"...



This i can live with! it's shiny and copper-y, and yes, a single color, and yet -- leaves NOTHING to be desired! Clairol #36 doesn't even take 3 hours to make me look glam-fabulous, it doesn't squable on at me about the doomed crush it has on it's Western Civ. professor... And it DEFINITELY didn't cost me half of this week's paycheck to cover it.

*swoon* i'm in golden, "suntanned" love!

Return of the Frenzy...

So I have a question for all of you folks out there who have NO FREAKING CLUE THAT THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE ON THIS FREAKING EARTH...

...ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????? Who ever told you that you are the single, most important person in town?? Because believe me, sugar -- at no point during my day am I above beating a bitch with my cell phone, or otherwise flipping bananas all up in your grill...

Yes, 80-pound sorority girl in the restaurant who will continue to perch on the edge of your pulled-out chair behind me (who is NOT 80 pounds...) forcing me to slide into my seat, sit perfectly upright, and pray for air while I, um, overhear EVERY word of your assinine, two-tequila-shots-too-many, mind-numbing, soul-soiling, so-called conversation with your frat-boy-du-jour, I'm talking to you.

Yes, Ms. I'm too self-important and inconsiderate to slow down before I actually reach the red-light intersection to let you out of your drive-way. Instead, I'm going to stop DIRECTLY infront of your driveway, and then awkwardly stare straight ahead, pretending not to know that I'm completely blocking you in from being on your merry and assumingly grateful way. This makes me feel good the first thing in the morning, and helps to repair the damage done to me in the 1st grade, when I was supposed to be the leader in the bathroom line, but Heather Whoever had to budge infront of me and then she got to be the leader for the whole day... And anway... just... ME FIRST!! I'm talking to you.


Yes, Mr. & Ms. New Neighbors upstairs who apparently need to hammer, saw, screw, drill, sandblast and otherwise construct their ikea coffee table and tv stand at exactly ten minutes after i decide it's time for bed (which, for those of you who may be cynical or astute enough to ask: is NOT typically in the middle of the afternoon on Saturday -- we're talking closer to real-life, adult bedtimes here...), I'm talking to you.

Yes, people of all ages, races, and mobility stages who feel entitled to saunter, sache, plod, trudge, shuffle, lumber, shamble, tramp, creep or crawl across the street in any fashion which is clearly slower than thier physical state readily indicates, in a busy intersection, where cars (especially mine) are trying to pass through during their green light allowance. Get off of your high horse -- and the phone, while you're at it -- and just cross the damn street! Nordstrom's Rack won't be there, on the opposite block forever. Step to!

True Royalty

The Princepessa de Pepperdom

New & Improved

Hi all. I admit it -- I wrote myself into a funk. I know that I did this because I found myself not wanting to write anymore. I took a look at my last blog, Tricks and Tortles, and realized that it wasn't what I wanted my blog to be. It was sad. It was angry. It was pissed off rantings about things, even if i wasn't particularly pissed off. it was a lot of crap and puss that -- let's face it -- NO ONE enjoys.

so, here i am. i'm back, and i'm going to try this thing again. i think it'll be better. i think it will be because my life is better. we've all had jobs we didn't like, and made some bad decisions, blah blah, crap and puss, blah. but now, i do enjoy my job, however boring it may be from time to time... the BEST thing, however, about my life at the moment is that i'm living in the most wonderful city in this crap-tastic country, and i have only a CHOICE gathering of folks surrounding me. of course, i can't have it all -- there are a few people out there who i'd love to have closer, but for the sake of a consistently happy life, my charming fiance and my sister (paired w/ her furry and also-fantastic husband) are the top peas in my pod.

i have the most wonderful fiance, by the way. he makes my life so... GOOD. those of you who have REALLY found someone who will always give you the last piece of perfectly-ripe mango, or warm your icy feet on his tummy 365 days a year, or tell you that he still can't get enough of your love, regardless of the extra pounds you've put on since getting together... YOU know what i'm talking about. there's NOTHING like this, and NO ONE like him.

my sister is pretty much completely opposite from me. and yet, we're strangely alike... that's sisterhood for you, i suppose. she's super-crafty and gifted, driven, healthy, level-headed, and - oh yeah - she's a ga-brilliant DOCTOR. freaking PHD, for Christ's sake. i'm lucky i can SPELL P-H-D... i think i'm missing a lower-case letter in there somewhere, but what the hell do i care -- (i'm clearly opposed to consistently correct capitalization).

so anywho, welcome to my new and improved blog. it should be happier, and lighter, and well, not depressing as fuck to read. no promises, however -- i am, afterall, eternally the middle sibling of three children. in addition, NO ONE'S life is perfect, and if they were, blogs would be boring as fuck to read...

and we can't have that, can we...?!