disappearing act

sorry. i disappeared there. and i've been told twice today that i need to write something. and its after midnight, but i cant sleep because i have slept nearly all weekend. and i havent written because frankly, i haven't wanted to be on a computer in my free time lately. we've been working long days, more than ten hours at a go (tonya, i don't see how you did it, and in a hospital to boot) and when i come home i just dont want to do anything. except for zumba nights, which have kept me going. but there just hasn't been much to write except get up, go to work, edit for obama, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. and yes, i suppose i should be proud that the stuff i worked on last week went literally to the big man's desk on friday at noon, but after awhile, you dont care who you're righting it for, especially when you've stared at a computer screen so long that you get a strange eye infection where your eye is swollen shut one morning. oh yes, that's a pretty sight, eh? maybe if i were editing for jude law and i got to deliver it to him and he happened to be naked. that would be ok.

what else. dare i say it that i wasn't totally impressed with harry potter? i feel like i need to go watch it again to give it a fair chance. graphically it was very good, and some scenes were spot on. but i came out of there 1)wishing i hadn't gotten the jumbo soda and 2) feeling like i wasted my ticket money on a mediocre HP experience.

also, i dont know if you've ever gotten the grande margarita at los mariachis, but from recent experience, i recommend it as a good way to drown your saturday evenings.

look. things just arent interesting right now. and they probably won't be for a few more weeks. work is good but it makes me cranky, and we all know you've had to listen to cranky andrea far too much in your readership.

today's cause that i think everyone should support bc i love causes: Tom's Shoes. you buy a pair of shoes (and who doesn't love shoes??) and the company gives a pair to a child in need. and if you dont like them for you, well my favorite color is red, my shoe size is 8.5 and my birthday is a little over two months away. no pressure, folks. no pressure at all.

so my brilliant plan for my alaskan excursion has totally fallen through, but i'm going somewhere come september. any suggestions? i'd like to go someplace i've not been, preferrably someplace i wouldnt spaz out when i drive there (bc lets face it, i'm a shit driver in more than 2-lane situations.) if i go alone, i want to go somewhere i can navigate and still feel semi-safe. unless any of you want to take a weeks vacation and go travel with me? i'd really like to go on my bday, but that's really late, so maybe the 2nd week of the month..

this makes me laugh til i cry every time i see it. i want you to laugh too.

what a strange evening this has turned out to be. and not because of the goats.

i'm rereading this book series i fell in love with about 5 yeas ago, the Outlander series. scottish historical fiction. you know, highland clans. bonnie prince charlie. the whole works. (let me push my glasses back up and complete the nerd look you are picturing..) (yes, i really am wearing my glasses, that whole weird gross eye thing. super attractive, i know. try keeping your pants on.)

(also, i really need to cut out using parenthesis in my blogging)

i'm thinking now i shouldnt have slept till ten. and then napped from noon til 2. and then again from 3-almost 5.

does anyone remember the book cloudy with a chance of meatballs and/or the tv show that used to be on WAM that was called The Tribe? somehow i thought of both this weekend, the first bc of the movie thats coming out and i will go see even if i have to steal a little kid as my cover for reason of going. and the other because that new show coming out... wtf is it called. i cant remember, but its the reality tv version of the tribe. never mind. i dont know where i was going with this topic.

still not sleepy. i should go over to dave's and record reading ingredients with him again. tomorrow is stereotypical russian accent monday, as it were.

this year for my bday, if i am not gone, i'm making myself a cake that looks like stonehenge. i saw this somewhere.. i cant find a good example online rightnow but its a regular cake for the base ground part and then you coat rice krispies in icing or fondant (which tastes like plastic shit ifn we're being honest) and make the stones. thats super nerdy of me, and it may not top the tom selleck cake, but still. pretty interesting, yes?

i made friends with a little girl at dinner the other night. i dont know why i make friends with little kids in random places like restaurants and airplanes. they crack me up by how smart they are. we don't give little kids enough credit.

so lets talk about sad things. a guy i graduated high school with died this past week. and not because of drugs, which is what is expected of young people from b. county. and it scared me. it flat out scared me. we're young. granted he had heart problems and thats why he had a heart attack. but still. i have been eating worlds healthier and i've been doing zumba at least twice a week and taking the terrible dog out to walk often. but still. with all the health problems i've dealt with over the past couple of years, it worried me. and to top it off i felt bad that i wasn't ever really this person's friend growing up. it's not like it was a big school, and everyone knew everyone, and i know we'd say a friendly hello, but in hindsight, you always feel bad when you weren't nicer to someone.

i talked to an old friend tonight, someone i've not spoken to in awhile. and truth be told, it was nice and i missed it. not enough (or maybe too much) to make a habit out of it, however.

speaking of friends, do any of you girly readers have any idea where i can find a sparkly/sequin top/dress? friday is steff's big bday party and she wants us all to dress sparkly (strange i know) and then go out and paint the town. go to the bars i hate (bent, lizard) and end up at vice for fun dancing. i'm holding out for nudie photo hunt at big times. you'd just have to be there to understand.

and mission impossible 3 is a terrible movie. lets just put that out there. and if you don't agree, i'll kick you in the shins.

it's 2am. i'm half tempted to wake up the dog and go take a walk bc it's clear out. the other half of me is always afraid of the things that go bump in the night in the trailerhood.

my favorite aunt came to the might motown last week. i did mean to write about this and forgot. she was up for a teachers conference and had one evening off and wanted to have dinner with me and me show her around town. i was all excited bc she really is my fav aunt (laura's mom) and we were going to oliverios, and we all know my love of stuffed shells. so i get out of work late (strike one) and then i realize i'm out of gas (strike two) so i decide it would be smart before picking her up at a hotel. well. did you know not all gas pumps turn off when your tank is full? or that your brain does not immediately recognize that you are pouring gasoline all over yourself? (INFINITE FAIL) i felt like such a complete asshole. i tried to 'wash off' with a bottle of water on my feet, but that did no good. aunt beth laughed. but we did finally get dinner and i showed her around the greater morgantown area including the cow house, which cracks me up every time i see it. it's fun showing outsiders my town. even though i feel like an outsider here myself sometimes now that i'm not in school. and let me tell you, it is strange to drive by the university. it makes me feel very... lonely. i think that's partly why i still want to move away, bc i dont like being constantly reminded of a very different yet very similar chunk of my life.

and because you need to know, my dog is making scary sounds right now because she has allergies. what a pair she and i make. take all the defective genes in my family tree, mix them up with a little new years celebration alcohol, and well, you have me. i can't vouch for the dog, but i understand her mother was a whore.

surely this has been a long enough ramble to keep you occupied until next i get a break from work. i'm glad you people read this. more glad that people remind me to write. bc sometimes its nice to talk about nothing and know that at least a whole lot of nothing means a little bit of something.

now go have a nice week. read something good. look at the stars. come mow my yard. do something nice for a stranger or a little kid. and remember i love you. unless i dont love you, and then you can just piss off. (very sleepy attempt at making a funny.)