it wasn’t me

i kind of want this hat.

oh wow, you can even tell i’d been crying all morning in this picture. i was sad because i am leaving some people to whom i am rather attached, now that i am moving. it is for a good cause, though.

omg this is the kind of stuff i eat when i have had too much wine and am really tired and stressed. linguica with lots of mustard, goat cheese, and grilled with butter.

breakfast yesterday. so delish. well, the hollandaise was great. to be honest, the rest of it was just ‘okay’.

only two more days of working at my ‘old’ job. then i am flying to missouri for a whirlwind trip to see my grandson being born.

golden globes

this weekend is street vibrations. not that i am particularly interested in that.

had to walk home through downtown while it was going on, after i’d been working and didn’t wear makeup and didn’t do my hair and was tired. not thrilled about it.

nice graffiti.

i think someone saw me taking a pic of it. they prolly thot, “what a slut!” kidding.

(attractive double chin there)
while walking through the crowd of bikers, a man said to me, “i like your atlases” (??) i am guessing he meant ‘globes’ ‘boobs’ ?? it was strange. i guess i have to expect it at street vibrations.

yeah. i didn’t really look very good yesterday. oh well.

the flip side

i am transferring to a new store in two weeks.
moving.
yay, me!

i ripped this out of a magazine because he is my boyfriend and i wanted to carry his picture with me so i could drool over it. haha. but then it started getting folded up and creased so i decided to leave it here for someone else to enjoy! ha.

had two of these yesterday and they were so delicious but i ended up having a headache for the rest of the day! sucks. i even took a nap and drank water and emergen-C and took an advil. still with the headache.

this evening may be preliminary pumpkin carving will begin. by that, i mean it is way too early to carve pumpkins but so what!

today SHOULD be a good day. the first day of the rest of my life. AND i am not CLOSING, which is always good.

trick or treat

i thought this vest would hide my fatness and distorted shape. nope. it doesn’t hide anything.

this is a child’s hat. i’m a dork, of course. we’ve already established this.

after the army surplus store we went to scheels. i’d never been. i got the grand tour. that place is insane!

it’s like disneyland in there. sort of. it’s pretty cool. we even rode the ferris wheel. didn’t get any photos of that, tho. the guy made me leave my purse in a cubby hole while we were on the ride. boo.

we putted some golf balls, shot some pretend guns…

looked at taxidermed animals. i don’t know what’s going on with the guy on the upper right there. haha

this mountain is pretty tall. the ferris wheel is taller, though.

had some really good lunch. tongue tacos. ew! but actually they are quite good. when i ordered them i go “two tongue tacos” and he goes “what kind?” and i go “TONGUE” haha. embarrassing. sort of. not really.

ended the day sitting at the river with a beverage. then watched three scary movies on netflix! i love scary movies! getting ready for halloween!

and tonight: Fleet Foxes.

all i have to say

i bought a copy of Fantastic Mr. Fox for $5.99 today at the grocery store because i’m sick of renting movies at Redbox. Redbox tricks you into thinking you’re getting a good deal… and well, if i had a car it probably would be… but i don’t always feel like/have time to walk to the store to return my movies so i end up keeping them for three days (or more) and then paying way more than $2 for two movies. right? and besides, Fantastic Mr. Fox is totally worth owning. but it won’t play properly on my dvd player. i wasn’t sure if my dvd player is just too dusty inside or if there is something wrong with the dvd but i have not been able to watch this movie thru at all and i’ve been trying for hours. trying everything. so frustrating.

this weekend is the rib fest here in reno. i did not go today. who knows. i’d like to check it out tomorrow after work maybe. we’ll see.

“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.

hell-raisin

the lotion one makes your skin white. yuk.
i like the stick one. it smells like coconut.

my swimsuit. it’s ok. kinda cute.

tubing season has begun. this will probably be my last summer here. i think. who knows.

i’ll just watch, for now.
it was definitely hot today and the water felt pretty good. i just dangled my legs in it and got a little more sun.

these people are obviously on some sort of organized outing. kinda dorky. nerds! jk

look who’s talking!
call me!

tonight: barbeque time!

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.

i’m hearing a lot of chatter on the message boards

mmm. georgia mustard was my favorite.

i was told to get the drunken apples as dessert.
i am not that interested in sharing stomach space with dessert.

everyone will think this is weird, but the other day, i let the guy who works at the mini mart place rub my back. only for a second. he offered to help and i figured i should accept an offer of healing, human compassion, generosity, right? nothing weird happened.

watching due date right now.

this place is new in town so it’s all the rage.
there may have been one before or something, but whatever.
they give you, like, three chips to taste the sauces with.

i fashioned this bracelet this evening.

should have brought home all the bones so i could eat the marrow.

tasted like a popsicle.

shouldn’t be eating corn, or much any of this really, but it was fun!

gnawing meat off of bones in a public setting.
what fun.

our waitress was sweet and cute but a little too friendly, in the sense that i felt like she owed me money after sitting there listening intently to her life story. i mean, yeah, it was interesting, sure.

omg, my neighbor made me so mad last night. she kept knocking on my door at the crack of dawn, i ignored her, so she came back an hour later just to make sure i didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.
yeah, thanks, ‘bunny’

m-kay

yesterday was hellish.
what is normally a three hour drive turned into an eight hour drive of barely moving. i was driving over ‘the pass’ (donner summit)
and it was snowing. not really even that badly, but still. at the summit, everyone was having to pull over and get chains.
i tried to entertain myself by listening to npr and channel surfing. the radio is so DAMNED repetetive. it’s like, seriously? G-6 again?
come on.
there are only, like, two songs i like on the radio and one of them gets way overplayed. the song by ke$ha and that song Jar of Hearts, which i LOVE! oh, and i like old lady GAGA but i am not really that impressed by her new song like other people somehow seem to be.
she lost me on that one. Born this way? ok. whatever.

so, i got to the top of the pass and there was chain control… i had been refusing to accept that i would have to purchase chains FOR MY RENTAL CAR! no way, man. the guys on the side of the road had signs saying ‘chains installed $30′. i was like, does that include the price of the chains? no. it does not. if only i’d've rented a 4wd. major fail on my part for not thoroughly examining the weather forecast for the weekend.

then, i realized i was out of gas. the cal-trans guy says i have to go back the opposite direction to ‘buy them’. that’s what he said, when i asked if there was a gas station ahead. so, i was totally flustered, crying, a complete mess… i got on the freeway heading the opposite direction, cursing the day and mother nature, in general. going back maybe ten miles was going to set me back at least an hour or more of what ground i’d already covered. brutal.

i head back to this gas station and it’s a cluster f%&#$. total chaos. people peddling girl scout cookies, what? well, that’s commerce for ya.
take advantage of the opportunity, i guess. some lady in a neon green vest approaches my vehicle on the passenger side. i roll down my window hoping she has something helpful to say, but she is panicking saying, “no more people can pull in here!” i just look at her with a blank expression… look ahead at the gas pump no one is using and just pull forward and get my stupid gas! whatever lady!

i go in to see if they are selling chains, yep: $70, the guy says. i repeat the price back to him and shake my head no and walk away. are you KIDDING ME!? forget you, buddy!

i get back in my car and head back in my original quest to GO HOME!
such a horrible feeling of being trapped and having no choice and no control. i wavered between surrender and rage, tears, laughing, disbelief. never have i had to deal with anything like this, especially all by myself. no other adult to help me keep my sanity. all along, however, stubbornly refusing to believe, in the face of all evidence to the contrary, that i have to buy chains to make it home.

when i finally make it back to chain control, i give in, pull over to one of the chain installer guys and wait for him to finish installing chains on the car in front of me. he approaches my vehicle and i roll down my window, which is all steamed up from my sitting there for a few minutes, crying. i ask him if he is selling chains? yep, $50 plus $30 to install! nooooooooooo! i go, “okay, do you take credit cards?” no, he doesn’t but he thinks one of the guys might be able to. he tells me to wait while he tries to call that guy on the radio. he goes to the car behind me to see how he can help them. i am sitting in my car, crying. i can hear a conversation taking place on the radio, something about lifting chain control and taking it on up over the mountain. the guy comes back a few minutes later saying “i think this is your lucky day. looks like they’re gonna lift chain control” i’m like, “what does that mean? i’ve never dealt with any of this before.” he says, “i don’t know how you did it. you can go, just drive carefully.”

triumph! i didn’t have to buy chains! thank goodness! my stubborn refusal to accept reality WORKED! hee hee. (five hours of sitting in gridlock paid off, plus the whole having to turn around… perfect timing all in all, sort of)