Phew!

My days off usually consist of waking up, and then making my way outside for about 6 – 8 hours, then coming home exhausted and not relaxed at all.  I usually have one weekend-day off, and one weekday.  Having split days off can be annoying; I really wish that I could have two, any two, really, in a row, because I actually get to relax.

Maybe this may not seem like much to you, but here is how my day off went:

Woke up, made coffee and breakfast, and started to look up flights for my sister to fly out for my birthday next month.  Of course the internet always hypnotizes me, so I end up on it for much longer than I plan.  Then I remember that I need to treat my orchids, because there is some sort of annoying bug on them and I manage to get one sprayed.  Then I take a much needed shower, throw on some clothes, and then we head out to take care of a bunch of stuff.  I stop at my TJ Maxx so that we can return some bedsheets.  Then I stop at my bank to deposit some money.  Then we stop at CVS because I need night cream and hair conditioner.  Then we go to Ulta, where for some nutty reason I decide to let these Urban Decay chicks put full on makeup on me.

Actually, this was somewhat relaxing, but DAMN.  Honestly, I would never wear this much makeup.  I liked the eye makeup alot, that was it.  The blush is way too much for me, the lip gloss is annoying because I can’t kiss my boyfriend if I want to, and the concealer and powder she put on my face highlighted even the tiniest wrinkle.  It was funny how she said how nice my skin was, and then she proceeds to cover it up.  And she mentioned that she was ONLY putting concealer and powder on me!  I might go back for the eyeshadow though.   It was all Urban Decay products, which don’t test on animals and I am more than cool with that.  After I took a moment, we headed off to Costco, bought what we needed, and then went to the mall to return another set of bedsheets.  We bought two, ended up liking neither.  Hah.  Then we went to the Thunder Valley casino and stuffed ourselves at the buffet.  That was relaxing, but we ate too much, and all I wanted to do was nap!  We went home, I tried to get a hold of my sister, looked at some more flights, and then left after about an hour  (with Maggie in tow) to pick up the dog food that we TOTALY forgot to get, and that we HAD to get because we were out.  Oi!  Then we went to Panera, where I had a cup of hazelnut coffee that was NOT a good idea, since I was still super stuffed from the buffet.  We met up with a friend who works at a shop where she gets a fat discount.  We gave her money to buy us this killer espresso machine that we were getting for a song.  Then we went to the Fountains so that Frank could get his oj, and I walked Maggie.  Unfortunately, it was getting dark and cold, and I was getting tired, so finally we headed home and now I am here.

Phew.

Back to work tomorrow in the am.

Lame.

my lava lamo

I don’t have an aquarium, but I have my lava lamp. For as long as I remember I have always owned one somewhere. Normally I keep it in the living room, but somehow it has ended up in one of the extra bedrooms. Hm. I think I would like one in the living room again.

Trollbeads Concept Stores

Places I would like to visit when I am in town:

Here are the names and addresses of our concept stores, check them out! Our concept stores feature our complete collection of products.

Trollbeads at The Commons | 10 North Street  Mashpee, MA 02649

Trollbeads at  Southpark Mall | 9010 Southpark Center Strongsville, OH 44136

Trollbeads at Franklin Park Mall | 5001 Monroe Street Toledo, OH 43623

Trollbeads at Garden State | 298 Garden State Plaza Paramus, NJ 07652

Trollbeads at Roosevelt Field Mall | 630 Old Country Road Garden City, NY 11530

Trollbeads at Southern Park | 7401 Market Street Kiosk #K121 Youngstown, OH 44512

Trollbeads at Topanga Mall | 6600 Topanga Canyon Blvd. #9048  Canaoga Park, CA 91303

Trollbeads at Tunica | 13615 Old Hwy 61 North Robinsonville, MS 38664

Trollbeads at Lenox Mall | 3393 Peachtree Road NE Space K9  Atlanta, Ga 30326

Trollbeads at Royal Hawaiian | 2233 Kala Kaua Ave.Honolulu, HI 96815

Trollbeads at Annapolis | 8850 Annapolis Mall  Annapolis, MD 21401

Trollbeads Montgomery Mall | 7101 Democracy Blvd.  Bethesda, MD 20817

Trollbeads Natick | 1245 Worcester St. Suite 1218  Natick, MA 01760

Trollbeads Providence | One Providence Place Providence, RI 02903

Trollbeads Staten Island | 2655 Richmond Ave. Staten Island, NY 10314

Trollbeads WillowBrook | 1400 Willowbrook Mall  Wayne, NJ 07470

Trollbeads Fashion Show | 3200 Las Vegas Blvd. South  Suite 600  Las Vegas, NV 89109

Trollbeads at Bryant Park (temporary location…closing in January 2012) Bryant Park, NY, NY

Trollbeads at St. Matthews Mall | 5000 Shelbyville Rd. #5750  Louisville, KY 40207

Thursday: Rainy And Grey.

Interesting and fun things happened today.

First off, I awoke at 9am to *ahem* use the water closet, and I honestly thought as I went to plop back into bed that I would be back up within 15 minutes.

An hour and a half later, I woke up, looked at the time, and forced myself out of bed.  It was a gloomy, Depeche Mode kinda day.  Monique said the Dpeche Mode part, not me.  My other half was still out like a light.  I left the bedroom, gathered up a sleepy Maggie, and stole downstairs to let her out and to brew up a cup of joe.  As I glanced outside, it was chilly and grey.  My kind of day.  I smiled a bit and went to make my coffee.

Eventually he woke up too, made his way down the stairs, and we sat at the dining room table, looking out at the overcast sky.  It was going to rain for sure, and for that, I was thankful.  We didn’t have any seriously structured plans; I had a mystery package to pick up from the Fed Ex facility, and we were having lunch with a coworker/friend of mine at Pluto’s.  That was about it.

We picked up my friend, and made our way to Pluto’s.  I chose a delicious combination of stuff for my salad… Even me, the pickiest eater in California, enjoyed this salad.  It had candied walnuts in it, and I think that sealed the deal.  I finally opened this package that I had assumed was from one of the places that I had ordered a few Trollbeads.  Nope.  It was a shiny, pretty, sterling silver ID bracelet… And I had no idea why I had received it.  After about 15 minutes, I finally took a look at the note inside the catalog…

Oh!  Apparently…

I had entered a giveaway from the back of Lucky Magazine awhile ago; actually, I try to enter their 20+ giveaways in hopes of winning something.  And for once, I actually did win something.  It’s a pretty sweet bracelet… I am thinking about getting it engraved.

After lunch, we sorta wandered around the mall and eventually had to head home.  We ended up at Macy’s and bought badly needed pillows and sheets.  Then we headed home, he went to work, and now I am here… Chilling out, listening to the rain.

I love the sound of the rain pattering against the glass.

oi

Resolutions after 18 damn days

Almost did it.

I have a 25% off coupon to Coach, and I was browsing their online shop, and saw a bag I fancied.

I even got so close as to put it in my “shopping cart”.

But then I realized….

NO.

And I got outta there.

Having a credit card is a real pain in the ass.  I hate that the access to it is so easy; it is my card, who is going to stop me?  I already have it removed from my wallet, and tucked away in a drawer amongst other cards (not credit cards).  There is no greater feeling than paying for something with hard earned cash.  I have abused this credit card way too much in the past year, and one of my new year resolutions was to not use it, unless a) car repairs b) real emergencies, and c) i just want to get the points (i can make as many payments to my credit card as I like with Bill Pay… that way, if I still want to get points, I have to IMMEDIATELY pay it as soon as I have access to my Bill Pay).

But option “c” won’t happen too much, as it would be too easy to “forget” to pay.

Matter of fact, I had better take my credit card off of Paypal…

Right….

now.

I Copied This Article From The Hairpin

The Hairpin is this crazy blog that is a wonderful thing to read.  I cannot ever get through it all, but I try to get through what I can.  I am always onthe lookout for a good book, and this list is a pretty good list to start with:

There’s no point in telling you about the bestbooks, because you’ve either read them, or you know you should.

Instead, in no particular order, here are a selection of books that are neither completely obscure nor reliably familiar. They are also excellent and generally modern-ish and North American-y. (If you want a list of eighteenth century travel literature or non-Shakespearean Renaissance drama, I can also hook a girl up.)

Young Men and Fire, Norman Maclean – I lied. This is actually the best book there is. There are no better works of narrative non-fiction. It is very different and very lovely and very sad, and it’s a little like reading Into Thin Air or Into the Wild, if they had been written by Alice Munro instead of by a very serviceable journalist.

Shot in the Heart, Mikal Gilmore – Better and less contrived than The Executioner’s Song, and closer to the source.

Starplex, Robert Sawyer – You know how all the aliens in Star Trek look basically humanoid? (The occasional glow-y blob-y thing notwithstanding?) One of the alien races in “Starplex” is described as looking like a watermelon sitting in a wheelchair. All of Sawyer’s stuff is great.

Saint Maybe, Anne Tyler – Anne Tyler gets unfairly ghettoized as middlebrow ladyfiction. This is a fantastic novel.

Low Life: Lures and Snares of Old New York, Luc Sante – If you live downtown, you owe it to all the 19th-century immigrants you’ve built Teany on top of to read this.

Collected Poems, Philip Larkin – Larkin is the greatest poet of the twentieth century, depending on how you feel about Eliot and Auden. And Ashbery, Stevens, Bishop, Wright, Heaney. O’Hara! Poetry is wonderful, is what I’m saying.

Girls Like Us: Carole King, Joni Mitchell, Carly Simon — and the Journey of a Generation, Sheila Weller – Seriously. Buy a floppy hat, put some flowers in a vase and cue up “Tapestry.” And do not date Jackson Browne. Really. Even if he wrote “These Days.”

Dangerous Visions, ed. Harlan Ellison – The ur-text. If my recommendations seem occasionally SF-weighted, that’s because I feel very strongly that these authors are under-weighted in the culture, and under-recognized for their early acceptance of differing sexualities and anti-racism and ladies who ride dragons.

Birthday Letters, Ted Hughes – I’m sorry that Sylvia Plath killed herself, but if only one of them could survive and write about the other, I’m glad it was weird, druidic, moody Ted.

Fifth Business, Robertson Davies – Kind of a Canadian Great Gatsby. But better, because Gatsby isn’t even the best Fitzgerald. (It’s obviously This Side of Paradise.)

Borderliners, Peter Høeg – Høeg writes the most marvelously twisted things. And there would have been no Lisbeth without Smilla.

Too Bright to See / Alma, Linda Gregg – Poets write divorce porn too, and sometimes it’s remarkably beautiful. If your marriage has to fail, do it in Greece. For his side of the story, wait until March and read Jack Gilbert’s Collected Poems.

Headhunter, Timothy Findley – Paranoid schizophrenic with magical powers releases Kurtz from Heart of Darkness, he rules a dystopian Toronto. That old story.

The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin – Generally, any book that wins both the Hugo and the Nebula should change your life. This is no exception. Also, her Earthsea series.

Jesus’ Son, Denis Johnson – When Johnson won the National Book Award for Tree of Smoke, some people suggested it was like Scorsese finally winning for “The Departed.” Those people were sort of right.

The Nimrod Flipout, Edgar Keret – Keret is an Israeli who writes some of the most interesting and bizarre short stories you’re likely to encounter. He also gave a tremendously fascinating interview to The Believer, which you must immediately read.

Nova, Samuel Delany – My father tried to name me “Nova” after this. My mother shot him down. After I read it, I wished she hadn’t.

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