shoes

omigah, shoes...

let's get some shoes...

anyway. i am now experiencing the phenomenon that is infamous among antidepressants. i can't feel excited. however, there could be some environmental factors contributing to this and i'm just using the drugs as my escape goat (i know it's scape goat, but i like my way better).

for one, it's still like 90 degrees in this fiery furnace. how can i get excited about fall when i still break a sweat just walking to my car?

and for two, i could possibly be getting the post-holiday blues pre-holiday. i suffer greatly from post-holiday blues. seriously, my hands shake and i get a lump in my throw when i'm taking the christmas tree down. i have to stop talking about it.

and three...maybe my body is just learning to do this new thing where my brain won't let me get excited about something until the day before or something. maybe it could be the fact that i'm very quickly learning the skill of absolutely not caring. about anything. blessing and curse.

jason mraz is on l.a. ink right now. he looks like an uber dork. sorry, jason.

i want this on or around my body at sometime in the near future:





kurt vonnegut was a wise man.

pictures and a recipe

my depression glass teacups...i've suddenly become obsessed with collecting antique glass

jadite measuring cup/juicer...it houses the orange spice tea (recipe to follow)

where ella can be found while i'm getting ready in the mornings

when she's not playing skip-bo

behold...two beautiful cannolis. *drool

and in honor of the fall...ness, i've included the recipe for the orange spice tea mix that really, really, really makes me happy.

Orange Spice Tea
Equal parts
-unsweetened, unflavored instant tea (i had to get nestea (sp?) but my mother-in-law recommends lipton)
- Tang
- Country Time Lemonade mix
- sugar

Combine and add in whatever spices you like. i use lots of cinnamon and a sprinkle of cloves, pumpkin pie spice and allspice.

Add approx. 3 spoonfuls to a mug of hot water and raise your hands in celebration.

it's the ultimate comfort drink.

i don't wanna work...

...i just wanna bang on this drum all day.

weekend consisted of 3 very important activities:
1) eating
2) pouting
3) watching "dexter"

not necessarily in that order.

i did get to use all my nice serving pieces (including an ice bucket) sunday night just moments before i got rolled like a philly blunt at mexican train.

eating consisted of a new york strip at the flaming torch. best.french.onion.soup.ever.

EVERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i'd rather not discuss the pouting. i'll just say i feel almost justified in the fact that today i slept til 10:30, took two naps, never changed out of my pajamas and watched a "whale wars" marathon.

damn japanese.

i would like approximately 1827382173 woodwick candles please.

i put out my little pumpkins and fall dishtowels. used my fall shower gel (b&bw pecan passion which they don't sell anymore, lame-o's) and wore my fall perfume (dream angels desire). that managed to lift my spirits a tad.

and lsu not losing to a high school team.

confessions

- i've been wasting far, far too much time reading this . to the point where i think i've developed eye strain. BUT...now i highlight the text so it's white words on a blue background. problem. solved.

- i have fall out boy and panic! at the disco on my ipod. it hurts to admit, but i just had to say it.

- we have a tv in our bedroom...everyone advises against having a tv in the bedroom, but who doesn't love laying in bed and watching "the soup" at 1am?

- i slammed my hair in my car door when leaving starbucks this afternoon. feeelt like a moron.

- although the first pumpkin spice latte of the year (!!!!!!!!!) pretty much made up for it. and that's a confession cause the caloric/fat intake of pumpkin spice latte will make you want to hurl. the actual taste, however, does not.

- i'm just a moon without a tide.

- today, i noticed a peculiar habit i've picked up that involves me doing a quick march in place before i start walking somewhere. throw away paper towel in the bathroom, step step, leave. elevator stops at my floor, step step, leave. get coffee, step step, leave.

- like a friggin show pony.

let us band together and make this illegal. this is why God doesn't give some people kids.

was that politically incorrect? forgive me.

comfort...

"hope floats" was my comfort movie in college...i watched it every sunday for a year
"the photo album" by death cab was/is my comfort cd...and makes me happy when skies are gray

dashboard's "don't wait" makes me ache for the weeks between pine cove and grad school...

as long as "friends" is on, all is right with the world.

and i have coffee. i want this. now. i'd take it to all my clients and never worry about the 3pm slump again.

it is impossible to be sad/mad/cranky when you see this face:

or this face:

creeps

i always have my breakthrough revelations while in the shower...almost every night, i come to a brilliant realization. about something.

yeah so this weekend/week was spent in dallas...allow me to recap:

- actually had starbucks. twice. i never go there when i have to spend my own money. and by never, i mean unless i have to cause i will. i totally will.

- toured two $800,000 model homes and lusted my face off

- learned what a lanai is, but after reading the definition on wikipedia, i realize i knew what it was all along and was falsely corrected.

- had two sips of the worst.margarita.ever.

- once again had the yummiest tortillas of my life

- watched "taken" and totally loved it although i was ridiculously afraid to stay alone in a hotel room alone after watching it... wikipedia provides what is probably the most pathetic movie description known to man but i'm too lazy to imdb.

- the shower in my hotel had two shower heads

- that deserves its own hyphen on the list

- i find downtown dallas to be 10 times creepier than the french quarter

- the man who sat by me on the plane today was quite the creepy mccreeperson (that's for you, t). check out the creepiness:
1) he explained to me the carnal logics behind dolphin sex
2) said he heard that redheads liked to be "slapped"
3) mentioned several times about taking a picture of me to send to his ex-wife

i was quite glad to see my sweet, adorable, non-creepy husband waiting to pick me up...

quirks

we all have them.

let's see how weird sommer is, shall we?

- i could spend an entire 20 minute car ride shuffling through songs on my ipod...i'll think of a song i want to hear and instead of going directly to it, i shuffle til i find it. i currently have over 11oo songs on my ipod. it tends to make people hate me.

- sometimes my hand will do something twice when i only told it to do it once...for that reason, i've sent emails i haven't meant to (and texts) and misspelled my own name.

- if my nightly routine gets interrupted, i can't adapt. it's shower, vitamins, pills, deodorant, teeth, hair and injection, people!!! please take note.

- i am very aware of my somewhat obnoxious obsession with my dog. and i don't care.

- i purposely try to piss people off whilst driving. i strategically plan each of my lane changes so that NO ONE has even the slightest chance of cutting me off. and let's face it, people in new orleans have no business behind the wheel.

- i'm not a huge fan of cheese. i don't eat cheeseburgers or ham and cheese sandwiches. but i do enjoy a cheesy pizza and rotel dip. i don't know why.


i'm leaving for dallas tomorrow for FIVE (5) DAYS. i am very sad to be leaving my sweet, precious boy and my adorable dog.

i took the audit section of the cpa exam wednesday...gag me with roughage.