Emily is awake.
Emily is massaging.
Emily has turned into a salesman, in order to drive more business into her spa.
Emily came home to cat puke on the floor.
Emily spent a lot of time searching fro 'Lea Michele' on youtube.
Emily made chicken caesar salad.
Emily just discovered her cat had jumped onto the stove, taken a piece of chicken, and was hungrily trying to devour it before she caught him.
Emily laughed at SNL's weekend Update Thursday, the only thing SNL has going for it at the moment.
Emily laughed at The Office.
Emily laughed at Community on NBC.
Emily did not so much laugh at Parks and Recreation. Come on Amy Poehler.
Emily convinced her sister-in-law to go see a midnight showing of 'Whip it".
Emily and her sister-in-law went to the wrong theatre, and then went to the one those people directed her to.
Emily and her sister-in-law found out that in fact, nobody was really showing a midnight showing of "Whip it" because they had canceled it earlier in the day, but forgot to take it off of the internet.
Emily never got to eat her gummi bears she had bought specifically for the movie, and now they are chillin' in the fridge.
Emily is now up late with not much to do.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Two things:
Seriously - How cute is Kristin Chenoweth? And how good is Pushing Daisies? I was so excited she won!
and #2 - Vanessa Williams, when you shake your head and mouth the word 'no' I don't respect you because you were too cool to do a stunt with glasses, I actually like you a lot less because you think you are too cool.
and #2 - Vanessa Williams, when you shake your head and mouth the word 'no' I don't respect you because you were too cool to do a stunt with glasses, I actually like you a lot less because you think you are too cool.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Hair Apparent
I have received more comments on my hair in the past two weeks than I have in the past ten years. My hair has always been a little wild, but I'm okay with that. I like having red messy short hair. It's like a really good accessory - even if my outfit looks a little strange or I have a huge zit on my chin, my hair can make me look just a bit cooler. And I am grateful for that. And I really don't mind when people notice it, or say something about it, because, hey, if i didn't want people to notice me, I shouldn't have my crazy hair. I get it.
But sometimes, people go a little overboard.
A couple days ago, one of Ben's students compliments him on the fact that he married someone with 'cool hair'. I'm in with the high school crowd I guess. And somehow my choice of hairstyles reflects on my husband's superb taste. And not one, but a couple of students have let him know that.
Last week I went to the little coffee stand in the grocery store to get a drink and the lady who sells me my Izze says 'I see you all the time, and I love your hair.' I said ' Where do you see me all the time?' (because I felt bad because I thought this was someone I should know who i don't) and she said 'Like, around the store all the time. When you're here.' Apparently she has been watching me when I come in? Ok. A little strange.
Last week I also went into the gas station to buy a drink and the guy behind the counter compliments me on my 'lion hair' and then goes 'Rawr' with his little lion hand motion. He really honestly did this motion with his hands like he was pawing at me. I literally took a half step back because I thought he might reach out and touch my hair. I smiled, thanked him, and then walked back to my car.
Lion Hair?
But sometimes, people go a little overboard.
A couple days ago, one of Ben's students compliments him on the fact that he married someone with 'cool hair'. I'm in with the high school crowd I guess. And somehow my choice of hairstyles reflects on my husband's superb taste. And not one, but a couple of students have let him know that.
Last week I went to the little coffee stand in the grocery store to get a drink and the lady who sells me my Izze says 'I see you all the time, and I love your hair.' I said ' Where do you see me all the time?' (because I felt bad because I thought this was someone I should know who i don't) and she said 'Like, around the store all the time. When you're here.' Apparently she has been watching me when I come in? Ok. A little strange.
Last week I also went into the gas station to buy a drink and the guy behind the counter compliments me on my 'lion hair' and then goes 'Rawr' with his little lion hand motion. He really honestly did this motion with his hands like he was pawing at me. I literally took a half step back because I thought he might reach out and touch my hair. I smiled, thanked him, and then walked back to my car.
Lion Hair?
Monday, August 10, 2009
KC authorities' efforts to rescue children from prostitution gain national attention - Kansas City Star
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
It's a kick in the shorts, to say the least
Today at Target, I bought some office supplies for a presentation I am giving tomorrow for work. It's kind of a big deal, and I was already stressed out and not in so great a mood.
So imagine my surprise when the lady checking me out says 'Oh, I see you are here buying some school supplies for yourself?'
What I said - 'No, it's actually for a big presentation at my job tomorrow.'
What I wanted to say 'For the love of Pete, lady, how old do you think I am?'
See? I told you that being a grown up was hard! I don't need these kind of setbacks!
So imagine my surprise when the lady checking me out says 'Oh, I see you are here buying some school supplies for yourself?'
What I said - 'No, it's actually for a big presentation at my job tomorrow.'
What I wanted to say 'For the love of Pete, lady, how old do you think I am?'
See? I told you that being a grown up was hard! I don't need these kind of setbacks!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
floating in the pool gets all philosophical
The past week I have been privileged to be invited to go float in a pool. Said pool in the backyard that belongs to a family that a friend of mine is house-sitting. We have been taking full advantage of the pool and the weather and floating, swimming, and reading poolside this past week when we weren't otherwise engaged. I mean, come on people, I would've been there every day if I could've, but I had to get some stuff done.
Some of the 'stuff' I had to get done was searching for jobs. My summer tryst with a certain job is coming to a close, and I am about to be part of the very active group of people looking for jobs once again. Most of the jobs I have been looking for have been massage related, seeing as how I have completed school and all, but this whole job quest has got me thinking about being a grown-up.
Thus the following thoughts were going through my head while floating sublimely underneath a blue sky today:
What exactly are 'grown-up pants' and where does one purchase a pair? I feel like even though I graduated from college several years ago, graduated from another college recently, have been married for over six years, own my own home, etc., I have still yet to become a grown up. So when does that happen? 30? 40? 75? or is it attached to some non-linear event like marriage, kids, career, etc? (That's two 'etc.' in one paragraph, by the way.)
There are all these things that when I really think about it should automatically make me a grown up. I pay all my own bills. I have to file my own taxes every year. I have to clean the bathroom every week because nobody else will. I take care of two cats. I have to water the flowers outside and worry about whether the hydrangeas will get too much sun this summer. We are rebuilding an entire room this summer in our house(and by 'we' I mean my husband) and I don't have a curfew. So technically, I should be a grown up, right??
There are things coming up in my life that I have to be a grown up for. I have to be assertive and authoritative and I'm not sure how to be those when deep down inside I still think I'm in high school sometimes.
So how do I make myself grow up?
Or do I, as a dear friend puts it, 'Fake it until i make it?'
Some of the 'stuff' I had to get done was searching for jobs. My summer tryst with a certain job is coming to a close, and I am about to be part of the very active group of people looking for jobs once again. Most of the jobs I have been looking for have been massage related, seeing as how I have completed school and all, but this whole job quest has got me thinking about being a grown-up.
Thus the following thoughts were going through my head while floating sublimely underneath a blue sky today:
What exactly are 'grown-up pants' and where does one purchase a pair? I feel like even though I graduated from college several years ago, graduated from another college recently, have been married for over six years, own my own home, etc., I have still yet to become a grown up. So when does that happen? 30? 40? 75? or is it attached to some non-linear event like marriage, kids, career, etc? (That's two 'etc.' in one paragraph, by the way.)
There are all these things that when I really think about it should automatically make me a grown up. I pay all my own bills. I have to file my own taxes every year. I have to clean the bathroom every week because nobody else will. I take care of two cats. I have to water the flowers outside and worry about whether the hydrangeas will get too much sun this summer. We are rebuilding an entire room this summer in our house(and by 'we' I mean my husband) and I don't have a curfew. So technically, I should be a grown up, right??
There are things coming up in my life that I have to be a grown up for. I have to be assertive and authoritative and I'm not sure how to be those when deep down inside I still think I'm in high school sometimes.
So how do I make myself grow up?
Or do I, as a dear friend puts it, 'Fake it until i make it?'
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The Uncontrolled Downfalls of Movie-Going : Part One
Movie theatres just smell funny. They smell like a mixture of all sorts of really good things and all sorts of really bad things together. Last night my husband and I went to see the 12:10 am showing of 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince' and while the movie was all-in-all pretty good, I was reminded once again that I can't breathe for the first few minutes when I walk in a movie complex.
There's the aroma of popcorn, of course, but then you also have to add some sugary candy smells. And then some nervous sweat which leads to BO. Compound that with about 50-60 different colognes and perfumes, nachos and hot dogs, mix in some wet dog and some peppermint, and that my friends, is what a movie theatre smells like. It's stifling. It's awful. It's actually kind of gross.
Can't we open the emergency exits and air that place out every once in a while? Hundreds and hundreds of people come in and sit and take up room and air, and leave all their smells behind over and over, day after day, and nothing fresh ever gets back there. There is oxygen in some movie theatres that has been cycling for days, years, decades. That poor oxygen, it needs to see the light of day! Some other little molecules need to come in and take their place for a while.
Just for ten minutes everyday, let's open all those doors folks. If not for my sake, then do it for the carpet and the upholstery. Won't somebody think of the fabric?
There's the aroma of popcorn, of course, but then you also have to add some sugary candy smells. And then some nervous sweat which leads to BO. Compound that with about 50-60 different colognes and perfumes, nachos and hot dogs, mix in some wet dog and some peppermint, and that my friends, is what a movie theatre smells like. It's stifling. It's awful. It's actually kind of gross.
Can't we open the emergency exits and air that place out every once in a while? Hundreds and hundreds of people come in and sit and take up room and air, and leave all their smells behind over and over, day after day, and nothing fresh ever gets back there. There is oxygen in some movie theatres that has been cycling for days, years, decades. That poor oxygen, it needs to see the light of day! Some other little molecules need to come in and take their place for a while.
Just for ten minutes everyday, let's open all those doors folks. If not for my sake, then do it for the carpet and the upholstery. Won't somebody think of the fabric?
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