The Daily Sabs

i am 99.9% positive that this bug of mine has turned into a larger cold. the last two nights have been spent up in the middle of the night coughing myself inside out, and today was more of the same. if i analyze all the webmd paranoia findings, i can narrow it down to remnants of my cold, bronchitis, or pneumonia. scottel has his vote on whooping cough, but even i know that's just ridiculous. now pneumonia, that would be plausible, right?

in other news, i got myself a new flashy toy (quite literally, a new flash). it's 10x fancier than what i need, and i have no idea how to use, but it should be fun learning. also, you can't tell (which is a good thing for a flash right?) but this area is pretty dark, and this is lit by having it bounce off the wall/ceiing. if you look at my nose you can see the flash glare. it's also the reason why the right hand side is darker, but hey babysteps.

ps. happy saint p-day. hope you all drank your too many beers and are wonderfully hungover at work tomorrow.

hey you guys!

ps. i don't remember why i made this face when someone said jackie chan, but i did.

pps. feeling a lot better today, and tomorrow i might even brave leaving the house for the first time in 4 days.

this is me digging through my bag. this is pretty much the scene anytime i leave my house, get to the end of a checkout line, or while i'm at work and suddenly need lipgloss. you see the bag is too big, and things are always getting lost in it. most recently i lost a bunch of rocks in it. at least, i think i did. i mean it's really the only explanation on why a bag this size can weigh so dang much.

ps. this sweater is not from the old lady collection, although it was handed down to me from my mom. the thing is while it looks like an old lady sweater it was actually hers when she was my age. it's horribly big and my mom thinks i look a slop in it (as in can't you get a better sweater kind of slop) and wonders why i would want to wear that old thing when she has much more "fashionable" sweaters in her closet. while it is too dang big, it happens to be amazingly cozy  and is one of my new favorite things.

pps. the outdated rock joke is not even mine, it's randall's. everytime i ask him to hold my bag -- this one or anyone -- he asks why i carry rocks around.

ppps. i am pretty sure i can see my breath inside my house right now. just thought i'd share.

This is Pengy (pronounced Pen-Ghee), and each day for the last month or so he has greeted us at the door. Sadly though, it is time to say goodbye, at least until next year. Pengy is off to take watch in the garage until the next holiday season comes along.

How'd we meet? A few years ago, we ran into each other at Target. I wanted to bring him home, but couldn't justify the price. The next day -- it happened to be Christmas -- I told randall we should've gotten him. So randall said well tomorrow he should be on sale, so let's wake up early tomorrow and rescue him. He's been with us ever since. And he was worth every 75% off penny. and then some.

In other news, lydia wants to know our lists of places we spent at least one night in 2008. Here are mine. What are yours?

San Francisco, CA
Hollywood, CA
Los Angeles, CA
Snowmass Village, CO
Mather, CA
West Sacramento, CA
San Jose, Costa Rica
Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica
Arenal, Costa Rica
Moroleon, Mexico
Morelia, Mexico

every winter randall grows what i unimaginatively call his "winter beard"

tonight i thought i'd give him a run for his money.