Cuteness

I was going through photos on my iPhone and found this one of Thing 1 and Thing 2. It was so adorable, I had to post it.


I really need to have my digital SLR ready at all times to better capture such moments of cuteness.

Note to self

This is not nail polish remover:


And that is why it did not remove my nail polish. No matter how hard I scrubbed.

LOST - The Story of the Oceanic 6

Is anyone else disappointed last night's "LOST from a viewpoint you've never seen before" wasn't about Vincent? No? Just me? That's OK.

Just ew.

For some reason, D emailed me this picture:




Don't know what that is? It's scrapple. I'm not sure it even exists outside this sad, little area (let's hope it doesn't- it's better that way).

But, apparently, his brother had it for breakfast and D felt the need to take a picture (probably for the sole purpose of e-mailing it to me and grossing me out).

Normal meat (like chicken and turkey) grosses me out, so this is just nastiness multiplied. Especially since I eat a mostly pescatarian diet- I love sushi too much to give up fish- and I haven't had pork in about 15 years (10th grade biology did me in). There's a reason that "scrap" is the root of the word scrapple. Ew.

Baby, come back

My elliptical has been feeling a little bit like the sorry mops in those Swiffer commercials. Since I hurt my back last weekend, I've been neglecting exercise in favor of the soft, cushy couch. But I'm feeling better and I finally managed to get exercising again today. A short session, but enough to chase away the dust bunnies. Next up-- conquering The Shred.

Hello?

Test, test. Is this thing on?

Neat! I just posted from my iPhone.

I am a lily

"Your artistic expression tends to show up in flamboyant bursts. When you are feeling creative, it consumes your every thought and action. But just as quickly as the muse shows up, it leaves you and you are back to your relatively normal self."



What Flower Are You?

An Easter Conversation

Occurred at home while getting eggs out of the coloring cups and ready to paint with glitter. (Necessary information for this convo to make sense- D has seven siblings.)

D: Remember when you were a kid and you wrote your name on the eggs with white crayon before you colored them so you knew which ones where yours?

Me (slightly confused): What? I didn't need any crayons. I'm an only child. All the eggs belonged to me.

Pen to paper

So, Jorge Garcia has an awesome blog. I was reading back through some of his old posts and found this one. I love it. It's so true. If you want something, write it down.

I decided to try it:

1. I want to be the owner/founder/CEO of a business that synthesizes my passion for social causes (arts, environment and animals, specifically) with my love of fashion and my desire to support and promote indie artisans/designers/artists/musicians (particularly on the local level). And I want to incorporate cutting edge new media technology into the customer experience. Tall order, I know. That's what grad school is for.

2. I want to live in San Diego.

3. I want to finish my MFA summa cum laude.

4. I want a puggle (Thing 1 and Thing 2 need a Thing 3).

5. I want a potted, organic veggie garden (and some chickens).

6. I want new shoes.

7. I want the weekend. Now.

An open letter to Target

Dear Target,

I really enjoy our lunch time rendezvous, but I'm starting to feel like you're taking advantage of my generosity. See, whenever I come to visit, you're conveniently out of baskets, which forces me to use a cart. So, instead of just getting toothpaste, paper towels and a frozen lunch, I end up with a cart full of things I don't need like dog beds, candles, dishes and t-shirts. And then I usually forget the toothpaste and paper towels, which means another visit the next day and the vicious cycle just keeps going.

I'd like to think you're not using me for my money because I've always thought you were much cooler than that, but if you don't start keeping more baskets on hand, I may have to reconsider this relationship because it's really starting to wear on my bank account.

Sunshine and puppy dogs,
CK

Miss Lucy Beagle

Thing 2 is bored tonight.

Mac 'n cheese

I've been having kind of crappy week, so when I went to pick up my lunch today, I really wanted to get a big tub of macaroni and cheese. You know, those Country Crock ones they market as side dishes? Yeah, side dish, my patutti. I'll eat the whole thing in one sitting, thanks.

But, since just a few weeks down the line, they'll be no place to hide, I decided to get the nasty Lean Cuisine version.


It's significantly smaller, much less creamy and sort of mysteriously grainy. But close enough, I guess, if I don't want to be mistaken for Shamu on the beach this summer.

But then, it reminded me of this unfortunate (but not blogged about until now) incident at the department holiday potluck this past Christmas.


I think I was more upset about the ruined homemade mac 'n cheese than about the broken crockpot.

Santa Ana, you'll never be the same

On our recent trip to San Diego, we were driving on the 5 and saw signs for Santa Ana. For the next ten minutes, I just kept giggling and saying "Saaah-nata Ah-na" over and over again, like a 4 year old. And I did it on the way back, too.

I forgot about this road trip fun until today when I was perusing Craigslist and came across a listing for something in Santa Ana (Saaah-nata Ah-na).

I blame Jeff Dunham.

Getting LOST 05x11 "Whatever Happened, Happened" (post alternately titled - LOST theories that can finally get lost)

A big thank you to LOST for using the hilarious Miles/Hurley exchange to finally blow away the annoying time travel theories flying around this season. Alternate realities, splitting timelines, time loops resulting in multiple (separate) versions of each character- theories almost as annoying as the Season 1 "It's purgatory!!" bandwagon, are finally gone. Gone. Like Marty's siblings and his disappearing hand. Erased from existence.

Like Hurley, many fans based their knowledge of time travel on Back to the Future. But clearly, the LOST writers are not following those rules. They've made their own and for anyone paying attention to Faraday's emphatic "whatever happened, happened" speeches, one would realize this is the rule the writers are following. They've pulled twists on us in the past, but that would just be ridiculous for them to preach Faraday's mantra as the core time travel rule and then rip it out from under us.

So, we can finally forget everything Back to the Future taught us about time travel. There is no flying Delorean, no flux capacitor and no white-haired, wild-eyed scientist (OK, Faraday is a little wild-eyed, but his hair is definitely not white). There is one reality, one timeline and whatever happened, happened. What we're seeing now in 1977 is the way it always happened. We just didn't know it during seasons 1 through 4 and for the Losties personal timelines, 1977 is the future even though it's taking place in the past in the overall timeline.

As for the curious case of Desmond David Hume that so many fans used to back their alternate reality/split timeline theories? Rewatch The Constant. It explicitly tells us that Desmond is different. His consciousness can travel through time, at any time. Meaning, he can wake up from sleeping (er...consciousness time traveling) with a brand new memory that just happened to him at that moment even if the year his consciousness traveled to happened to be three years in the past. Rules do not apply to him. Anything that happens to him cannot be used an example to support any kind of time-looping, alternate reality theory.

On a non-time traveling note, what happened to Jack? Why is he such a sniveling, miserable shell of his former self? And how ironic that his refusal to save young Ben actually caused old Ben to become the maniacal, calculating lunatic we know and hate in 2004. Of course, Sayid helped a little by shooting young Ben. But between the two of them, they created the very thing they were trying to prevent. You can't change the future or the past. Whatever happened, happened.

I am an ENFP (according to this quiz anyway)

The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority.Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.

You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.
You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. You break a lot of hearts.

At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.

How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding

What's Your Personality Type?