Age is just a number

But why is the AARP trying to recruit me?! I'm not even 35 yet! They keep sending me letters in the mail to join their organization. I don't think so.


Brain daid

Yes, I know that I've got a misspelled word up there. I don't care. That's how I typed it and I'm too tired to hit back space to fix it. Why so tired? Because I just spent my entire weekend sitting in carpet showroom, under the most horrific buzzing lights in the most uncomfortable chairs, trying to absorb as many tips and tricks possible to pass the NCIDQ. This exam is my nemesis. It has given me so much grief. It's been 8 years since I last took it but just sitting in that room today made all the anxiety ramp up again.

Also, the timing of the test could not be worse. The exam is spread out over two days, October 3rd and 4th. My 35th birthday is October 1st and I really wanted to take a fabulous trip somewhere. But between the cost of the exam and the timing, that ain't happening.

Unless I win the mega millions between now and then and hell, if that happens then just forget the damn test!



If Lulu were a cat, this would be her reaction when I vacuum. Instead, she just runs out the dog door and then waits right outside, giving me pitiful eyes through the window.

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Is there something I don't know?

Why do the spam gods keep sending me emails about design jobs when I already have a design job? Is there something I don't know? Am I going to wake up one day and find out that my interior design degree is a fake? It sure as hell better not be. Yesterday I realized that I've been out of college for 12 years. When did that happen? Wasn't it just yesterday that I was freaking out about graduating and finding a job?



This gives new meaning to bubble toes:


Say my name!

LogoThere are
people with my name in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?



I am going to kill my neighbors (okay not really) if they don't STOP BLASTING their music. It makes me want to take a machete and go to town on their stupid cars. woooo so you have a boomin' bass. Aren't you a badass. blech. Can I call 911 on them or is loud music more of a 311 thing?

Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. The new glasses aren't helping. They're just making me mad.

Batman: The Dark Knight....totally worth it.

No other news to report here.


Mystery solved

The other day I had an appointment with my opthamologist for an eye exam. Even though I just had a full exam in March my vision has been giving me problems and I was fairly certain that was contributing to the headaches. Sure enough, my astigmatism has returned, despite having LASIK twice. Apparently, my body is very sensitive to vision changes (does the fact that I'm sensitive really come to a surprise to anyone that knows me well?).

At least I got some stylish Coach frames.


Suck It!

OMG! Best day evah! Kathy Griffin is coming to town AND I BOUGHT TICKETS. If I could have done a happy dance around the office I would have right after I completing my transaction I would have. Instead, I settled for doing a little seated cabbage patch in my chair. Yeah, that's right, I did.


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What are they trying to say?

In my mail today was a postcard from my dermatologist's office. The last time I went to their office I came out looking like this:


Today's postcard is not a friendly reminder to wear sunscreen or to come in for my 6 month skin check. No, it's to tell me that there is going to be a Botox and Juvederm event. WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?! Do you think I need Botox?! Because I want it, really I do. I just can't afford it. I've got the Mariana Trench running across my forehead and 35 is getting closer and closer *sob*.

I used to think that aging would bother me, bring it on, etc. Yeah, now not to so much. The only good think about aging is that all the white hairs coming in have stopped my hair from turning brown and now my hair is looking more and more blonde. I've been saving so much money at the hair salon!

I agree



Song we never sang

Funny, but I don't remember singing this song in Sunday school when I was growing up.

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