Doodlebug

This is me, on the kitchen floor with my cat Pepper, when I was about 4 years old. Could I get any cuter? Probably not. Notice the socks and sandals look - always a classic.

Listful

Again, copying Anna with the lists - and this time, I’m copying her topic, too. Thanks, Anna!

20 Things I Do To Annoy Myself

• Buy a domain without knowing what to do with it.
• Buy anything at all.
• Sleep 18 minutes past the alarm. Pushing snooze once is my limit.
• Get distracted by the amazing stuff on my desk.
• Get distracted by the animate objects outside!
• Make up baby names while I’m in the bathroom. (I get bored in there.)
• Speak in a Sarah Palin-esque voice, even though my friend Heather does it better.
• Feel pressured by my TiVo.
• Throw things in the trashcan basketball-style, miss, and then forget to pick them up.
• Curse incessantly in my office, with the door open, so others can hear and snicker.
• Check my email like, 40 times an hour, because hello?! someone might send me something. And by someone, I mean someone human, not someone in retail.
• Keep buying clothes a size too large, in hopes that when I inevitably shrink them in the dryer, they will fit. Instead, I end up looking stupid because I have to hike my pants up all day long.
• Accumulate a pile of Twizzler wrappers on my desk.
• Love on Twizzlers.
• Dream of Twizzlers.
• Go to the movies just to buy Twizzlers.
• Stare at that overdue library book all day long, then STILL forget to return it.
• Interrupt other people so that I can get that thought out RIGHT THEN lest it disappear forever.
• Worry because none of the clocks in my office are set to the same time. Which one is right? Am I late? Am I early? WHAT TIME IS IT?
• Make new lists instead of checking off the things that are already on one.

Please? Pretty please?

Will someone buy me this for Christmas? I NEED IT. Like, really. And I also want the 2009 Chuck calendar, too. In fact, I might want that one more.

Fun with Moose-o-lini

I can’t help myself. I just can’t stop laughing at/about/because of Sarah Palin. You just can’t NOT make fun of her, I’m sorry. With that in mind, enjoy the following:

1. Peggy Hill & Sarah Palin: The Dream Ticket

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Where does the time go?

Do you ever feel like you’re falling down the rabbit hole like Alice? Like time just marches right by you, and you’re standing there blubbering because you got left behind? No? Well then. You’re strange.

Yesterday I worked my ass off in my house. I organized and cleaned and changed out summer to fall, and did all these things, and ironed, and yet - I feel as though I got nothing done. And here it is, already October. Christmas is around the corner, and yet - am I ready? Not so much for the holidays, but am I ready to bid another year farewell? The truth is, I’m not.

I realize that I haven’t even been 30 for a month yet, but I still feel like just in this past year, the months are on fast-forward. And I’m on rewind. How do I get it to stop? How can I just slow it all down and live in the moment a little?

Saturday afternoon my friends and my brother (and his girlfriend) and I sat inside Loco Pops whiling away part of the afternoon. We ate popsicles in fun flavors like pistachio and Mexican chocolate, and we talked about mundane things and we “aww”ed at cute children and puppies. It was the most beautiful fall day, and that afternoon as I looked around at my life I thought, Man, this is good. Why can’t it stay like this forever? I don’t know why.

But I do know that I’m going to try to spend a lot more afternoons like that. Outside of the House of Mess and Destruction, and in the World of Wonder and Sunshine.

You should do that, too, and then we can throw up together at the thought of all that damn sunshine and optimism.

Listening to: Ben Folds