August 5, 2005
tonight was ‘clean out the fridge’ night – the most nasally titillating night of the week! fridays truly are more exciting than mondays (’take out the trash because the rotten strawberries are fizzing’ night), or even saturdays (’make a meal out of oatmeal and mustard because i was too lazy to go to the store’ night).
July 18, 2005
i stayed home today while tommy went out. i have no idea where he went, but all i cared about was cleaning. i spent the entire day in my pajamas scrubbing the floor, vacuuming, dusting, inhaling chemicals that tickled my nose hairs. tommy later came home with a large group of people. most of them i didn’t even know. i panicked. i’m half naked, in the middle of the floor with a scrub brush. stay calm. stay calm. no, actually, freak out!
i quickly ran into the bedroom to try and shower before everyone saw me. they did see me but nobody said hello. “tommy!” i shouted, “get in here!”. he just ignored me. i stood in the bathroom, peering out behind the door, trying to get his attention. he was too busy chatting with madonna and playing on the floor with her baby.
why are there people in my bathroom? i need a haircut.
elyse sewell cut my hair and it was amazing. “elyse, you did a great job. will you please cut my hair from now on?” she stood there, unresponsive, posing in front of me. “elyse?” no answer from elyse.
i need a shower.
huge problem, the massive 20′ x 20′, pink and peach marble shower room has a large window overlooking the indoor racquet ball court. dudes in goggles and short shorts wouldn’t stop staring up at me. i just want to take a shower! ok, now there is a basketball player leaning against the bathroom sink, staring at me. i’m surrounded by athletic perverts.
the phone rings. my heart is racing. i’m thirsty. it’s walgreens, my photos are ready for pick-up.
too bad this was a dream otherwise i would have taken some pictures of my new haircut and the amazing shower. that’s what i get for eating pizza too late at night.
July 16, 2005
tommy killed our computer on saturday, leaving me alone over the past few days, having to fend for myself in the battle of wanting to watch the travel channel and bravo ALL DAY LONG. ugh! i was a good little housewifey, though – i cooked, i cleaned, i updated our picture frames with fresh, new imagery. it’s not that great, actually, i just smooshed some herbs and flowers between glass and hung it on the wall. it’s very martha stewart circa 1991. i’ll get sick of it in a week and probably replace the flowers with pictures of our cats.
i also spent a lot of time reflecting on my business. seeing as i had no way to complete design orders, i thought of new things to sell on my site. one of the unrealistic ideas – sell table runners. everyone loves a nice table runner, right? well, i don’t know how to sew so that idea was quickly abandoned. two realistic ideas – sell my artwork and sell hand-painted note cards. both reasonable and achievable goals.
the new computer is now working and has the latest windows installed (wooohaaaoo! purty new icons!). the new video card has made it clear that my sites are ridiculously too light and hard to read. the old video card showed my work very saturated, just how i like it, so i could never understand what the problem was when clients and friends would complain that it was too light. i really should change out the colors immediately seeing as it’s deducting ‘perfect points’. but i dontwanna, cause i’m lazy lazy and i don’t care if ‘perfect points’ are deducted. soooo, today i will at least transfer all my backed-up work onto this system and get started on those projects.
i also need to find the canon software so i can download the latest digital pictures from my camera. for now you’ll have to live with this winner, taken a few weeks ago at the mall. those people are actually getting facials out in the wide open. sephora is trying to break the stereotype that popping pimpies is not just for sun-deprived computer geeks. apparently, all the cool kids are now ‘ok’ with their puss-filled facial sores being extracted for the viewing pleasure of silicon valley’s finest shoppers. i really, really, really wanted to get a close-up shot but tommy begged me not to. party pooper.