Freckles and Coal.

1) I'm deciding if I need these.

Normally they wouldn't really be my style but my kitchen has cupboards about that brown color (*gag* pressed wood sucks) and I can't do anything about it. Yay for apartments. Anyways! Maybe these removable dots (strategically and sparsely placed) could make it a little more interesting. And homey. And less like paneled wall from a stuck-in-the-70s-Gramma house. I'm undecided. HELP!

2) I want these computers so bad! I want to look into maybe revamping the one I currently have to make it look like similar. Omgsh they're beautiful.

Please ignore the clarinet. Also, please don't try to prove that I played the clarinet for 6 months of my life. I will only deny it.

Scrabble pieces!!

*swoon*

3) Your attention please! Everyone who has a gutter, listen up! Buy one of these. It's a watering can hooked up to your gutter. Why water your plants with tap water when you could recycle rainwater? I would buy this if I could but I can't, because I'm a renter and therefore cursed.


4) Speaking of computers... oh wait, that was number 2. Speaking of gutters... check out this computer concept! You can offset the carbon footprint of your computer by signing up for a product called Little Green Genie . It calculates your computer usage by buying carbon credits from renewable energy sources. It only costs about $10 a year!



Or you can buy this future concept computer which has a plant that more than offsets your computer's carbon footprint. Groovy.

I am the biggest dork/nerd/dweeb if this is the celebrity I am crushing on. A cryptozoologist from the SciFi Channel (except they changed their name to SyFy- LAME) show Destination Truth.

Josh Gates.

TGIF

(thanks for reminding me Brie)

Trusting

...that I will learn to block out the sound of the freeway.
...that one day I will have a steady job.
...that my spaghetti tonight will be delicious.

Grateful

...for crockpots.
...having internet again.
...my wonderfully sexy and frustrating roommate. Who has yet to lose his childish enthusiasm.
...for Chai tea in a clear mug.

Inspired

...by my own computer patience.
...by Ishmael. Again.

In the end, the only steps that matter are the ones you take all by yourself

The last supper.

Today, I packed. And so did Jessi.

My whole life. And hers. In separate boxes.

But her boxes didn't say "Protective Underwear" like mine did.

We went to Buona Tavola for dinner.

She got Mozzarella and Heirloom Tomato Salad.
I don't remember the Italian name for it.

I got seafood risotto.

We shared a La Creme for dessert.

And savored every bite.

We didn't want to leave so we ordered coffee.
With massive amounts of cream and sugar.
Cause we're not edgy at all.

And we took goofy pictures.
Cause of the lack of edginess.

And artistic pictures.

Just so we didn't have to leave.

But she did leave and I was sad.




Bye Jessi. I'll miss you like crazy.

Not just another day.

Today is Jessi's last day of work. (Boo. Hiss.) We finagled our way were blessed to share a cubicle for the majority of my working here. How awesome is that? I got to share a department at school and a cubicle at work with my best friend. But now she is leaving. I will now give the floor to my fellow curly-haired employee to explain her feelings about the situation...


Thank you Jessi, your words are an inspiration.

We were also cursed blessed to share a (very small) cubicle with this spitfire of a lady:

(Don't tell her- but she's one of my favorite people. She's spunky!)

And now here are some pictures from Jessi's goodbye "luncheon." Why do they call it a luncheon? Why not just a "lunch"? Where did this word come from? What does it want from us?

That's Julia and Michelle. Michelle reminds me of my sister and
I'm not entirely sure why. It's probably the hair...

Some of the guys at work. The middle one is Jeremy- he's also one
of my favorites. But don't tell ANYONE cause he's a boy and that's not allowed.
(some people are so silly....)

This is Ryan. He didn't go to Jessi's "luncheon." Bad Ryan.

I think when I leave my job, to avoid the speeches and the tears and the "luncheons," I'm gonna send them an anonymous tip saying that I have been eaten by Fluffy the shark and to please send my belongings and monetary donations to my grieving parents. Make checks payable to "Hates Goodbyes."

Mr. Grumpledump's Song

Everything's wrong,
Days are too long,
Sunshine's too hot,
Wind is too strong.
Clouds are too fluffy,
Grass is too green,
Ground is too dusty,
Sheets are too clean.
Stars are too twinkly,
Moon is too high,
Water's too drippy,
Sand is too dry.
Rocks are too heavy,
Feathers too light,
Kids are too noisy,
Shoes are too tight.
Folks are too happy,
Singin' their songs.
Why can't they see it?
Everything's wrong!

I'm pretty sure I have posted this on every blog I have ever blogged. And I'm pretty sure I feel this way every couple weeks- no matter what is going on in my life. This could be me in a couple weeks: "Oh ya, I just won the lottery and I'm gonna go on a trip around the world. But my toenail polish is chipping!! Gah! Everything's wrong. "

But today- everything IS wrong. I won't bore you with the details. It could be that my head isn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, that my shoes are too tight. My, am I Grinchy today or what?

In other news- check out my photo, recently edited by ShakeItPhoto from iPhone. (Thanks Ally for that 99 cent recommendation). It makes me look almost happy to be wearing that silly-looking hat.


And in OTHER LOCAL news. Check out the 13 foot shark from Cambria. I want to be his friend. I shall call him Fluffy.

(In case you can't tell. That's his dorsel fin and the
bump to the right is his tail fin. BIG BOY!)

I have eaten 3 brownies and 2 pieces of German Chocolate Cake since starting this entry. I feel MUCH better. :)