Chomp Chomp

Here I am eating my own words.

Nearly a year after saying “Just say no to Twitter”  at which many of you agreed with me, including Laura saying she is not a twit either……I am here to say I am now a Twit.  eeerrr,  Twitterer,  Twitterie, Tweeter.

Yep, I caved.  Completely going to blame Katherine .  She was talking about it on Saturday as we cycled through every single store near southcenter.  I had to join to follow her!

Since so many of you are NOT tweeters, I will add a little link here in the side just so my blathering on and on does not go un-noticed.  Go ahead and join, see If I can eat my words and tweet about them, so can you!!!

Tacoma FAIL

Picture nabbed from here.... just had to share.



Best Friend

inanimate version….. Go ahead, get your mind Out.Of.The.Gutter!!

A couple years ago while having breakfast at the 5 spot with Leslie, Sam and Char we took a walk and did a little shopping on Queen Anne avenue and I picked up this aroma therapy neck warmer. It is filled with lavender and buck wheat or rice or bran hulls or something small and magical!

Last night I pulled it from the coffee table where it had lived since the last cold snap and stuck it in the microwave for two minutes. Then I slipped it into the foot of my bed while I went about turning out the lights and getting ready for bed.

When I got into bed the foot of the bed was nice and toasty warm and then I pulled it up near my core and was asleep in no time.

Tonight I had to run out for dog food but before I left I heated it up again and zipped it up inside my coat! I left it in the seat of the truck while I went in and got the dog food and when I came out I sat down in the very warm seat.  In fact when I returned home I reheated it and it is in my lap as I type this and watch this sucky football game containing 40 bajillion turnovers.

So yes on this cold night that is supposed to drop into single digits I am taking this best friend to bed with me again to keep me warm.  (It’s a cold and lonely night a girls gotta do what she’s gotta do)  Really its warming my feet and its warming my butt sounds like a good friend to me!

Guest Blog

Wake.
Oh when will I ever get rid of this ridiculous virus?
Okay, perk up and wear something nice. That’ll make me feel better. Wear something to match the new maroon shoes!
Eat, shower, thank God I moved my haircut up to this Saturday.
Late! Listen to VP all hands on the blackberry.
Put Sophie out to pee.
Dress, putting on fabulous new shoes. Ooh, they feel tight.
Collect myself. Boy this all-hands call is boring. Blah, blah, blah that’s why you laid a bunch of people off. Right.
Ooh these shoes feel really tight.
Let Sophie back in.
Dang what is UP with these shoes?
A Narrow? I bought 8 1/2 narrow? How did I do that? I can’t wear these.
Quick, find other shoes to go with outfit.
Impossible. Can’t wear the peep toes. All I’ve got to cover my ankles with is cheap nude knee-hi nylons.
Try the old red shoes. No. The black ones. No. These old boots. Are you kidding?
Crap.
Peep toes with the nylons. I’ll hide my feet under my desk all day.
Blackberry is dying. Oh well, they’re in the Q&A portion anyway. Hang up.
(Sophie) WHATAREYOUDOING??? You let me in but you haven’t left yet. Where’s my greenie? I think I’ll stand here and shake.
Grab stuff, coat, greenie and do the goodbye ritual with the neurotic dog.
Finally in car on the way to work.
(Car) BEEEEEP! Tire pressure is low.
Fuck. <sigh>
Pull over. Tires all look the same. Wait until after work? When it’s dark? Take the risk? Drive on the viaduct with low tire pressure….in which tire and why? With dying phone?
Nope.
Stop at Chevron. Put air in all four tires, wearing my nice clothes, squatting over puddles of gas and oil.
Traffic-wind blows my hair back to bedhead.
Late for my meeting.
You’d think it’s Monday.
(Fred–looking at my shoes) Oooh, shiny. I like the way they go from black to grey.
Hmm.