Fish Pedicure!

ME!  Featured in an online magazine produced by a Concorida friend, Erin Rodino.

Check "Doloris" out (but pardon some of my grammatical errors.  I don't think the correct file was uploaded):

Scalped Magazine

In honor of Shakespeare's "birthday." I'd like to quote one of my favorites.  I'll be posting a different favorite quote on Tumblr, Facebook, and maybe even Myspace if I'm feeling frisky.  
Enjoy:

Set your heart at rest:
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a votaress of my order:
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often ( Read more... )

Unrelated to my previous entry, but I came back from the three day weekend to discover that the Gardenia Rob got me for my birthday was sick! The once beautiful, white blossoms had turned  yellow and there were little black aphids (bugs) eating the leaves! I freaked out ( Read more... )

I'm going to start writing stories.  Each entry will be one part to the story.  When it is finished, I will say: The End. 

Right now, my ears are being flooded with the sound of a very large crowd.  They're all cheering for the Super Bowl "World" Champions who will be marching up Broadway in a couple of hours. The Ticker Tape Parade is not as exciting to me as it is to everyone else.

I like that my building is in a very historic/popular part of the city, but I'm not ( Read more... )

Don't work.  The seven hold puncher is supposed to give you options, like, "How many holes do I want?" and Where do I want to punch these holes?"  The box tells me I can have have 1-7 holes.  The product, however, does not know that the box has promised me variety ( Read more... )

Disgrace!

I'm wearing hot pink ankle socks and red, low top converse shoes with pleated brown dress slacks and a forrest green baby doll shirt.    I have no make up on and my bangs are lopsided.

I am bad fashion.
Oh, and I just overheard a co-worker tell another co-worker (who is somewhat over weight) that she needed to go on Weight Watchers and learn ( Read more... )

I was in the shower last night listening to the classic rock station.

I couldn't help feeling like music from the late 60's-70's sounded like it was moving forward; like you were in a car going somewhere.

Today's crap on the radio sounds like it's going in circles; we're all on a merry-go-round.

That was my shower thought.

I just finished an hour long bath.  I'm the most relaxed and comfortable I've been in weeks.  Go get some LUSH bath cake.  It's deliciously calming.