the past week has felt like an odd game of telephone. every time i think i know what's going on, someone says that's not what was said. actually they don't say that's not what was said, they just say something slightly different. it's like we're all on the same page, but reading from a different paragraph. i think we've just about got it sorted out, but well you never can tell.
all i know is that's making me frustrated. i hate it when things are difficult when they clearly don't need to be.
in other news, the shopstyle team apparently had a huge success last night. they're a rocking team, so i'm glad to hear the whole event went down as planned! randall even represented by stealing my stolen hat. go team shopstyle!
ps. this is what randall thinks i'm like when i get home talking about work he doesn't care about. also, he had my dinner held hostage on the grill and homegirl here was hungry. and talking about herself as a homegirl in third person. obviously.
last night, we found ourselves one block from the infamous Lombard Street, and Randall mentioned that he'd never driven down it before. Naturally we made up for that and drove down it right then (it was past 11 and the line was gone). Once we were done, Randall told me that while Lombard was more picturesque, he was positive that Vermont felt windier. I tried to make him take me then so we could see, but he said we should wait until the morning, especially because he didn't think all this windiness went with all the wine i had been drinking.
So we went today, and according to wikipedia (which, as you know, is never debatable) Vermont is indeed more "crooked." You can see for yourself:
i hate making decisions, they make my brow (which omfg needs some grooming) wrinkle up into something awful.
in other news, my skin looks plastic in a weird way.
ps. thanks for drinks melis, sorry your bag broke.
pps. dk, i can't believe the ggb toll story.
today samshrew and i were supposed to head up to wine country for a girls' day wine tasting and spa treatments. sadly, she ended up having to work this weekend, and had to cancel at the last minute. this meant i could've (a) gone on my own (b) found someone else who wanted to go, or (c) stayed home and decide that it's too gloomy for wine tasting. i opted for c.
besides, hanging out with randall's not so bad. even if it's a day of domesticity like costco and pulling weeds in the backyard (seriously they had gotten so tall i didn't even realize there was a lily plant in the back corner). but it's especially not so bad if it's a day that includes grilled lamb for dinner, and a trip to bittersweet cafe for dessert. their spicy hot cocoa is so delicious, but the peanut butter cocoa wowed me tonight. it even comes with enough foam for moustaches. plus, getting out of the house and going somewhere for no real reason is always fun.
ps. seriously i had no idea these lilies existed, and i can't remember the last time i saw chunky (the elephant).
somehow i maxed out on vacation, and while the real remedy would be to go on a proper holiday, the immediate remedy is to take a day off. so i took a day off, and am now running the roost on a weekday. i had planned on sleeping until 11, but that was fouled by weird dreams of my teeth being super flexible and falling out/popping back in on command (dream interpreter people, feel free to chime in). now i'm awake and trying to figure out what the peautiful day has in store. outdoor lunch seems like the most obvious option, but i also can't remember the last time i had the house to myself for more than a couple of hours and am sort of enjoying it.
either way, happy weekend!
i got approximately zero minutes of sleep last night, unless you count that teeny bit of just about to fall asleep until something wakes you up time (thanks stupid computer screen for turning on). part of the non-sleep is due to the fact that i napped yesterday and sort of ruined my schedule, but mostly it's that my brain wouldn't shut up. once i put the computer back to sleep, i myself tried to sleep but couldn't. i had a million and one things running through my mind (was the timer going to work, did i answer that email, did i like the end of the hurt locker, are we really thinking about buying a house, how come i don't know how to do word transitions on powerpoint, was i supposed to finish writing all that marketing info, how am i going to play that Q on words with friends) and decided to get up.
i figured, i might as well get some of those things done while i was wide awake, and the next thing i knew it was 4:30. being up that late was beyond stupid, so i crawled back into bed and tried to sleep. that lasted for another 30 minutes, and so i got up to answer non-urgent email. i figured that would surely bore me to sleep, but the next thing i knew, it was 5:45 and i was doing work firedrills. the crisis was averted (sorry for early morning phone calls and emails folks), but now it's 7:30 and far too late (um, early?) to go to bed.
and if you find me under my desk later, just leave me there. thanks.
ps. everytime i mention that i'm up late or early and not getting enough sleep, all my parent friends comment about hey if i had kids, this would be my everyday. i have to say, if you're trying to get me to join your club, you should really work harder on your messaging.
pps. if you haven't already heard, we're giving away an iPad just for blogging three times. so if you haven't already taken OnSugar for a spin, I highly recommend you do.
lately i've been breaking out like crazy. maybe it's the greasy pork chops or the fact that i now cook all vegetables in my new favorite habenero olive oil (lots of it). either way my face needed a breather. so today i didn't wear any makeup. this was fine for the first few fresh faced hours, but now that it's past 7 and i'm oddly still in the office, it's not looking so good. i squished my eyes up so you couldn't tell. but that's where all the madness is, look closely and you can see those hidden pandas and blemishes hidden in creases. also, while i'm vainly talking about my face, when did it get so goddamned wide? and how do i make it stop? how do i weigh exactly the same as i did 3 years ago but my face seems 5 times as round?
okay, going to pull my hair out if i don't leave here. nite.
this evening the thirtieth issue of the bayfarer hit the (faux) newstands. this time around the "reporter" i worked with wanted to do a piece on how a radio works. we had way too many pages of research to plow through, but in the end we had an illustrated numbered diagram on how it works.
i'd have taken a pic of my "reporter" for you, but that whole we're not supposed to have contact outside of the workshop rule probably also includes a don't exploit their little faces clause. however he did tell me that he had a facebook and lots of friends. i think this might mean that facebook is officially over?
ps. i wore this ruffled sweater today even though i though the dress also has ruffles on the top and the sash. it was sort of a ruffle overkill and kind of bothered me all day, but oh well.