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Star cross’d lovers.

The days seem packed but they aren’t really.  It’s like if my life were a diner, I’d walk in and order the same ol’ shit every morning. 

Wake up, hurriedly shower and toss on some makeup and whatever work clothes I didn’t don the day before, race (the whole five miles) to work.  work-work-work-work-lunch-work-work-work-work.  Although luckily my day is broken up by fun conversations with coworkers – things like astrological signs.

Jersey says he knew I was an Aries the first time he met me, because I’m a “spitfire” and “don’t take any crap.”  True and TRUE.   My temper is uncontrollable, though I’m not really sure if that’s indicative of my being born in the house of Mars or in the arms of my father – he’s a Pisces so he’s supposed to be calm, cool, collected – which of course is the case most of the time.

It takes a lot to truly blow my fuse these days and as I’ve said before, I’m not nearly as vengeful as I used to be.  Oh man.  You know how [in movies] people say they’ll destroy somebody?  That’s what I – well, we really – J and I – did.  It’s not hard.  Especially since I have the memory of an elephant and can tuck away fabulous details in the back of my mind.  And/or have excruciatingingly incriminating photos of people.  That helps too.  Why do you think I carry a camera?  Ok, kidding.  But really, it does help.

But my sharp tongue still gets me in trouble…not really trouble per say, but once you get older you have to watch what you say – people are less forgiving.  And while I don’t care what society in general thinks of me, the one thing I don’t want to do is hurt people I truly care about.

Profile of the stereotypical Aries…(via Twittascope)

The headstrong Ram won’t be found sitting on the sidelines. As the first sign of the zodiac, your sign represents the confident and courageous leader, the determined innovator. Ruled by action-oriented Mars, this bold and impulsive Fire sign is always on the move in search of the latest thrill. But in order to lead, you’ll need others to follow, which will be hard to come by unless you can learn to keep your arrogance in check.

Um…check, check, check.

Just for kicks, let’s look at Shaney’s.

Just as the surefooted mountain goat feels most at ease in high altitudes, calculating Capricorn knows it belongs at the top of the ladder. Ruled by hardworking Saturn, you tend to find pleasure in planning and practicality, with your sights fixed permanently on success. For you business-minded beings, accomplishing one task is a welcomed opportunity to jump right into another — the Goat lives for the chance to climb higher and climb harder than all the rest.

I can’t tell you how these fit us to an absolute T.  Hilarious. 

Um, for the astrological compatibility ratings?  Capricorn/Aries got ZERO STARS.

I guess opposites really do attract!

Blog mother FAIL.

I’ve been neglecting my poor Sharky blog. 

So this one time I completely ruined the blog and thought I had it erased it forever (thank God for Bluehost support) and I took out some of the photo files while doing so. 

Going through and finding the appropes pictures – I’ve fixed some bach party posts (cause I think everybody wants to see that) and some other fun-stuff posts – but be patient while I try to salvage my behbeh.

I just realized I have to also go through and UNpassword protect a lot of entries that are harmless, like my trip to Israel and um..the whole year of 2008.  Well, and – I don’t need to remind you that if you don’t like what you’re reading, just go back to your life without MY blog. Jesus Christ.

I have some fun happenings going on and a LOT to say, so stay tuned.

No pooping allowed.

TMI Thursday

Hey kids.  So I usually don’t participate in TMI Thursdays, only because I estrange people with little to no effort as it is.  Why make them more uncomfortable?  But I figured hey, I’ll go crazy!  In celebration of my three-day weekend.

I went to visit New York last month and spent one whirlwind night with my close friend Brooke.  We met up at Arlo & Esme on 1st, between 1st and 2nd.  While waiting a friggin month for everyone to show up, I entertained myself by fraternizing with several drug dealers (not a joke) and when they left, just for kicks I tried the NYPD Crimestopper hotline.  Nobody answered.  Shocker.

So I’m standing there for probably only 15 minutes but I had come from Crocodile Lounge, where I pounded two beers and ate my free pizza.  I have to potty.  Like…bad.  Brooke and co. arrive, we head in (super crowded) and I desperately search for a bathroom.  Of course there’s a line of approximately 10 girls – and only 2 stalls in the tiny bathroom.  I’m shaking, my eyes start tearing up.  Ordinarily I’d beg my way to the front, but I’m just a lil ol’ Texan in the big city (right).  I musta still been shaken up from being offered tabs of X and an eight-ball.

Brooke tells her man to go check out the little boys’ room and see if it’s kosher to go in there.  But then finally, finally it’s almost our turn!  The chick in front of me just got her stall and we’re waiting on the other one.  And waiting.  And waiting.  I turn to Brooke. 

Me:  What the hell is she doing in there?  Pooping?!
B: Haha, we should go up to the door and stage-whisper, “we know what you’re dooooing in there!”
Me:  Hahahha.  Oh shit, don’t make me laugh.
B:  Or just slip a note under the door that says Poopers with an X over it.  No pooping allowed!

And that’s how I peed my pants.  Just kidding.  But it WAS awesome.  I have to say, is there anything better than peeing when you really really hafta?  Sheesh.

And this is what happens.  This is actually the last time I was in NY and we hung out – since it takes her a decade to post new pics, this one’s going up.  I THINK we were pretending to drive a pedi-cab.  Or as I like to call them, petty cabs.  Could be we were just dancing.

              

I know I have no money, but I want a new computer.

My Dell (um, born in 2003) is officially crapping out. I know they say Macs have a longer life than PCs, but I defy anyone to show me their Mac that’s lasted 7 years. Are you kidding me? 7 years?! Jeez. Average life span is 3.

So here’s a pretty and new 17″ Dell in an OPI color – No Room for the Blues. I like that it can match my nails! And it’s $734, plus $12.95 for 7-day shipping.  Excuse my ghetto crop.

OR

Here’s a 15″ MacBook Pro – standard. And it’s $1700, with free shipping, ooooooo.

I mean, seriously. $1K more? What can this thing do, make me coffee?

What do yall think?

Another way to give me money.

I make jewelry! And it’s cute! So far I’ve sold three pieces, two of which were shipped to Canada – I’m a Canadian sensation!

Visit the Etsy shop: http://www.flowerchilddrumsong.etsy.com

And buy stuff.

Yanno, I think I need a tutor!

I’ve now three (going on four) tootees (um, that’s what I call the kids I tutor).  I’m really thinking this could turn into something.  The kids are cool, the money’s good, the hours rule.  I’d love to tutor, babysit, maybe do some part-time copy editing.  It’d be soooo sweeeeeet. Not to mention my uhmazeeng social calendar these days!

HeyLivItLuvIt!  Right now my site looks all scheissty, I want your help!  I’ll be emailing you in the near future, boo yah.

In other news…I can’t wait for next weekend!  Ski trip with the Turtles – watching Hubs learn to snowboard – hot tubbin’ it – drankin.

This weekend I’m running the Cupid Cup 5K – my first timed race in over a year.  Probably over two years.  I can’t remember.  It will help me gear up for Muddy Buddy in Richmond the first weekend of May.  Then brunch with the Hubs – a lovely Valentine’s Day, a day early.

We also want to take Macker to the Canine Cafe.  He turned 2 this past week, and plus we think it’s just really cool.  I mean, look at these doggie cakes!

And yes, we’re THOSE people.  Like you didn’t know that already.

Unicorns, anyone?

I didn’t even notice til I got out of the house this morning.  What, at a cursory glance, appeared to be a fine ensemble was in fact an outfit from the early 90s.   I might as well have donned stirrup pants, for Christ’s sake.

Black pants, black boots, hot pink turtleneck, black sweater.  Standard enough for business casual (read: office slutty) attire.

Yeah, now put on a purple peacoat and pick up a teal purse.   

AAAAANNNNNDDDDD there you have it. 

My outfit was designed by Lisa Frank. 

The only forgiving quality is that BADASS iPhone cover.

My husband hates JSF.

I’m sure Shaney now officially loathes Jonathan Safran Foer, and not just because I think his astonishing brainpower makes him an überbabe.

Also, reading his book has simply reinforced everything I have always thought of the meat and dairy industries, NOT put thoughts in my head. But JSF puts it bluntly. How can you possibly keep eating meat knowing what you know? The Hubs keeps saying, “Ignorance is bliss,” but I say that ignorance is no excuse. Especially when you’re not in fact ignorant.

Ok, on to same topic but a bit more lighthearted. We’re (I’m) checking out Lakeview Farms for milk delivery.

So Hubs is on the phone with his sis last night, talking about how I’ve hired the local milkman and expressing his frustration (about the cost increase).  We did a double-blind taste-test and both chose the milkman’s milk, however.  While there’s relatively little difference in taste, it’s not about that.  So check out some of his quotes and our conversation.

Husband: I mean, yeah it’s double the cost.  Why?  I dunno, double because the cows lie around in hammocks.  And they milk each other.

Husband: According to my wife, many of the animals while on the line to slaughter defecate themselves in pain and terror.  Mmmmm, defecation.  What?  It gets rinsed off!  Listen, animals are delicious.

Me: Well, I got to talk to the president of the milk company.
Husband:  OOooooh, she talked to the president.  It’s clearly a small operation.
Me: …like 400 cows.

This caused him to be in tears laughing for five minutes.  I don’t know why.  I guess because I made it sound like the cows are employees?  Shrug.  Well they certainly don’t get medical benefits at most places.  EEO yall.

Also, yesterday was The Macker’s 2nd birthday!  Don’t worry, we didn’t throw a doggie bday party.  But he’s so cute :o)  Here he is sportin his performance fleece and napping on my bed at my parents’ house in Dallas (over the holidays).

The first of probably not so many.

Ok, here is the first low-quality super-secret pic of Sir Slacksalot. Doing what she does best: slacking. Looking at houses actually, and speaking on her headset to her boyfriend in Spanish. I don’t think she knows exactly how much Spanish I comprehend. To her own detriment.

I know, I know, next time I’ll go for the close-up on the face but I have to be at least a little careful.  And figuring out how to paste a picture into a post (don’t want to save to my work comp, for obvious reasons) was such a pain.  I’m surprised she didn’t see me tooling around with A PICTURE OF HER for ten minutes or so.  Well…not THAT surprised.

Season’s greetings, sluts.

One fun thing about December is that it’s a month for holidays for many religions!  Be it Christmas, Hanukkah, Eid, or Kwanzaa, we all have our reasons for the season.  But how shall we go about celebrating them the politically correct way?My husband and I decided to host a Merry Chrismukkah Tacky Sweater Party.  In hindsight I suppose we should have called it Merry Chrismukwanzeidkuh, but let’s face it, nobody would be able to pronounce it and it wouldn’t fit on an invitation.  This year was the first, and while there was a small turnout, I’ll venture to say it was enjoyed by all.  We donned our snowflake sweaters while channeling our inner Bill Cosby and got to town!  If you think about it, things like this are really the reasons people love the holidays – good food, drink, and company. Society gets carried away with the commercialism of it all.  I was overwhelmed when choosing which holiday card to send out!  There are simply too many from which to choose.  I finally settled on a simple red, black, and white one that read, “Happy Holidays.” 

But back to the Chrismukkah party.  Just selecting the invitation was task enough.  Do you know how hard it is to find holiday invitations without stockings, trees, or ornaments on them?  However, I did end up discovering a pale green one with multi-colored snowflakes.  Snow’s kosher for everyone, right?

I suppose our house can be a bit depressing, especially if you’re one of those people who likes to have their home look like Santa just vomited Christmas spirit everywhere.  We have no decorations whatsoever.  A lone menorah sat on our stove, as it was the second night of Hanukkah.  But I made sure to have Christmas cookies, latkes, and plenty of holiday cocktails to go around.

As a Jew, what’s known as the “December Dilemma” in our world can get a bit awkward.  People I meet automatically assume I celebrate Christmas and wish me a merry one; I get ornaments from coworkers as presents.  But the holidays for me are a sort of guilty pleasure.  It’s like going to a birthday party – you get cake, goodies, and favors, but it’s still not your party. 

So what can we do to make everyone comfortable and ensure a great holiday season?  Wish them just that – happy holidays!  And of course you can always throw in the standard, “…and a happy new year!”  Santa voice optional.

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