hello, dears

always with the desserts, man.
i don’t touch them, anymore.
my weakness is chocolate chip cookies. homemade, preferably.

i really do try to eat healthy, but i feel constantly sabotaged by the work of my fellow humans, artists as they may very well be.

i am constantly faced with the amazing likes of such things as you see here. people at work are animals when it comes to this stuff. stress/escapist eating at its finest. i have learned how to avoid in most situations.

did not taste it.
however, i must confess i did eat a small slice of frosted lemon bundt cake. mostly the frosting parts. with poppyseeds, also. it was really really good.

eating. my favorite hobby.

“ode to a fried egg”

a lovely day off.

a day in the sun.

i’ve obviously been eating wayyyyy too many hotdogs.

messy, but delicious. mustard and kraut. double dog.

cake in a jar.
i got it for the cute little jar.
just what i needed.

i was asked if this was my maternity dress today.
thanks.
people rule.

whatever, man.

this sunblock’s not as whitening as the other. it’s facial, that’s probably why.

make mine poached

today, i had a migraine.
it was awful.
i went to work for two hours and couldn’t get rid of it.
took electrolytes, coconut water, probiotics…
ate a salad.
nothing was working.
i just felt ill all day.

so i had to go home early from work.
while riding the bus, i was strategizing about what i would do if i had to puke. get off the bus? puke in my purse?
pre-emptively grab the wastebasket from the front of the bus?
instead, i practiced the only headache accupressure i know, on myself and kept my eyes shut.

i had to walk home from the bus for about 2 miles in the heat. not fun. when i got home i passed out for two hours after taking an advil.

by the time i woke up, i felt a little better and went for a walk out to the river.

just can’t hide it

look what i found!!

so exciting.
so, i am guessing this is similar to how banksy works?
it’s paper glued to the wall.

to me, it’s sexy.
it’s like stealthy rebel art.
it’s like “HA! ART! IN YOUR FACE! unauthorized! illegal!”

okay, i admit, it was me. (bad grammar intentional)

cuz i am a huge rebel, like that.

just kidding. i’m not quite this cool, yet.
soon, i will be, i am hoping.

that is all.
this was like a moment of heaven that started my day out.
then i went to work and had a massage, that was actually very emotional because my back holds so much pain and tension.
a ten minute introductory massage, more like massage foreplay because now i want a two hour massage! every day!

that is what i should ask for for my birthday from my mom. again. she got me one a while back, it may have been last year. boy time really is going faster. you know it.

ain’t it great to be

went to Virginia City and took 99 photos. then my memory was full.
i don’t really have time to post them all right now and that’s just too many pics. so i guess i’ll just use them in installments.
why am i telling the internet this?
why do i talk to the internet?

file this under existential angst.

in candy shop.

something sweet probably would make me feel better….
on top of the world for a few minutes, right?
pms-ing, craving chocolate, emo to the moon…

i had to try their honeycomb candy.
it is my mission in life to prove to myself that the best honeycomb candy i’ve ever had still has not been beat(en?)
has not been defeated… super-ceded…
Nelsons Candy shop in the little historic mining town of Columbia, California.
all these little mining towns “tourist traps” as some might call them
are pretty much the same….

you know, just like fairs… or malls… commercialized and cookie-cutter-ized. i am in the mood to make up words. nothing wrong with that, is there?

what am i getting at?
i don’t know, really.
i’m just pondering.
it’s something about shared experience and shared consciousness.
repetition… marketing… but large masses of people are exposed to similar, human created environments to create this carefully crafted sense of ‘familiarity’

okay, i’m going off the rails here, aren’t i?

this is going to be the hottest day of the year and i will be working a closing shift tonight (but it’s ‘my friday’)
running on empty physically and emotionally (sort of)
it’ll probably be good for me.

magically delicious

it’s supposed to be super warm today.
that’s what they said yesterday.
it’s not really that warm, though, if you ask me.
but i don’t like it to be very warm, anyway, so i should be happy.
well, it is actually sunny out. once you actually get out into the sun.
i need to ride my bike downtown today.
since i don’t feel very motivated, i will have to trick myself into becoming motivated.
for one thing, it’s a sunday.
never liked ‘em. (sundays, blech)
i ought to like them now since they are actually the first day of my three day weekends and have been for months, now.

dolmas are great. i’m sure they keep you ‘regular’
they look like pupae.

eggplant rolatini. incredible.

the gloaming

there was a woodpecker

Blog reader comment says:
Who cares what you wear? Uh, YOU??! You post pics of every damn thing you try on. It’s creepy, really.

I just want you to look better, as a service to the planet.

the planet is not concerned with my sense of style or lack thereof.
some people have whole entire separate blogs just to post their outfits. it’s part of life online. and, yeah, duh, I Care about what i wear. what i meant was in general why would you care what i wear. blah. send me clothes you think i should wear. :-D or gift certificates. something helpful along those lines would do nicely. thank you.

pride will tear us both apart

this plant needs to be repotted.

the bagel i had at the work meeting the other day….

i am going to try to make some lamb chops with curry and rice.
kind of making do with what i have…

at the work meeting, they gave out a bag of grocery items to five employees for being outstanding in some way. i wasn’t one of them! even after all my hard work with the best darn sandwich! amazing. where is my brownie button i’d been promised?

no, but it’s okay because the people who did get recognized certainly deserved it.

i’m on a mission

the lizzie wizzies.

we had to clean the cage so the lizards went on a walkabout.

and then we went on a walkabout. lovely weather and all.

shh. the birds are sending telepathic musical messages.
it’s a fleeting vision of spring.

pretty birdies.

best shot we could get. batteries were dying. light was low.

again, best shot i got.
cool image, cool vision.
the lizard seems to be in love with its reflection. we think it’s a girl but that’s not 100% until we verify for certain the presence or absence of ‘anal spurs’

anyone for pickled wieners? not for the feint of heart.

the most heartfelt valentine ever.
tru dat.

and then?

yoyoyo

human

i’ll go back, now, then

when i wake up in the morning, i feel like i am starving!!!
this hollow, empty-stomached feeling.

i have too many decisions to make and not enough information to know which decisions to make. so i am making a decision based on not having factual information available. i guess it won’t be the end of the world.