Heeeeeeey. My caseload at work has dropped down so much in the past week that I only have one patient to see today, so I slept in until the leisurely hour of 8 and now I’m taking my sweet ass time before I go into work today. Why not?
This was a horrible movie from 1971 that I watched recently, but I LOVE those sunglasses. I used to have sunglasses like those, back in the Drunkity Drunk days. One of the arms broke off, but I kept them anyway because maybe someday I’ll be able to fix them? Dreams.
It’s our Christmas tree! Only 39 bucks this year–thanks, Fred Meyer. Of course it immediately started shedding needles, but ne’er mind that, it smells great. The tree is a very important component of Christmas to me. So far Joshy and I have purchased 50% of the fam’s Christmas presents this year. I actually went to Walgreens yesterday and made one of those cheesy cards on their computer to send out for our Christmas cards–30 bucks for 15! I was surprised at the price. I don’t think that even includes envelopes.
What’s new with you, blogreader? Are you ready for Christmas? Are you enjoying the cold weather? Do you agree that Ugg boots are hideous but feel so, so right this time of year? Am I talking into a vacuum?
Our family Christmas portrait for 2013, taken yesterday. I look a little double-chin-y, but this was the ONLY photo out of the 7 or so shots where both dogs are facing the camera. Bear Cub really struggled against this family portrait, the little bratsky. Heigh ho.
Yesterday we ran out of oil again and waited allllll daaaaaaay for the emergency oil service to call and they never did. So no oil yesterday, last night or this morning. We finally had a delivery around noon and I’m busy warming the house up right now from 52 degrees. Brrrrrrr. Can you believe it’s not even officially winter yet? I’m so over this cold weather.
Behold: my new FLEECE! This is the height of chic in Seattle, mang. This and a pair of Hunter wellies and you are considered HAWT. This is me “dressed” up for my boyfriend John Waters Thursday night–this and my silver jeans and some glittery socks. I was going to really dress up but I just couldn’t seem to remove the fleece. Love. Looooove.
My date for the evening. Forget “Movember”–who knows how long this beard phase is going to last. He’s obsessed with it–constantly brushing it and trying to fluff it up. Poor little guy.
There’s me outside the Neptune Theater, pre-John Waters. The excitement was PALPABLE! Good thing we got there 45 minutes early, because it was a first-come, first-serve type seating deal.
I nabbed us seats while Josh waited in line for Reeses Pieces. Someone had extravagantly laid out an enormous tacky fur coat over four seats next to ours, and it turned out to be a drag queen in a bad blonde wig. She prattled on to the people sitting behind her non-stop before the show began. The guy in front of us turned around and bragged about how he had once had dinner with John Waters in Boston.
“He’s really…eccentric.” he said.
Well DUH, dude. That’s why we love him!
Kimya Dawson opened for John, and sang alphabet songs about poop and about being 41 and about her daughter. She sang on the Juno soundtrack, in case you were wondering.
THERE HE IS! MY BOYFRIEND! Wearing a suit by Dries Van Noten (someone asked). He made us laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and naturally what would an evening with John Waters be without learning an obscure term? “Blouse“–an effeminate top. A drunk gay guy somewhere behind us slurred, “I’m totally stealing that.”
Afterwards I chickened out and decided not to wait to have him sign my copy of “Crackpot” (what a loser) but all in all I have NO regrets because seeing John Waters live onstage was on my bucket list. So is seeing the Red Hot Chili Peppers…are they still together?
This has been in my head all morning. You’re welcome!
I didn’t bring my camera out last night, so the only record of our dinner is a couple of blurry iphone shots NOT worth posting. I thought this picture of Joshy was worth posting, though. He was actually much cuter in real life than this picture shows.
PRESENTS, PRESENTS. I opened a few before the restaurant, and a few after dinner. Josh bought me the super soft plush furry fleece jacket I requested from North Face, a nice hooded sweatshirt for winter, a trashcan with a lid (trust me, it was needed…MAGGIE!), a nice fleece-lined ski cap, and a glorious wonderful SPACE HEATER that works fast and gets really hot. I can’t wait to nap next to it after I walk the dogs.
Before we went to dinner we went back to the clinic for my final fertility treatment. This time the ovulation machine actually said that I was ovulating, so maybe this is it: I’m finally knocked up. Good grief, let’s hope so, because we can’t afford IVF.
Dinner was at the Blue Acre, and it was tasty. I very specifically wanted hot apple pie last night with vanilla bean ice cream, and guess what was on the dessert menu? That’s riiiiiiight. I didn’t spend the day sobbing on the couch, so I guess it was a pretty good birthday.
I’m fighting a little cold right now and feeling 0% cute, but one of these days, I swear, I’ll get back to the photos. Josh tried to get me a new flip-screen camera for my birthday but couldn’t find one. Apparently they are rare. Why? Flip screens are the BEST for self-portraits.
New Year’s Eve, 2011. For no special reason, just ’cause I’ve been slacking in the taking photos department. Lots of departments, really.
HI BLOG. Last night I meant to buy a skirt for work but ended up buying a new perfume instead, “Euphoria” by Calvin Klein. It smells wonderful and very grown-up, and I can thank my cousin Erika for introducing me to it. We’ve always had very similar taste (scent?) in perfumes, and I just outright copied her on this one. No regrets! I smell like a lady. I also bought a L’Oreal BB cream. Verdict: not good. Better to just spend the 50 bucks or whatever and splurge on a Dr. Jart.
Tomorrow is my birthday, and I requested that we go out to the Blue Acre in downtown Seattle for dinner, where we went last year. It’s mmm mmmmmm good. Then a quick little jaunt over to Sephora for my free birthday gift and probably the aforementioned Dr. Jart BB cream. Sephora sent me a 15-dollar-off gift certificate, that means they care! Rrrright?
Oof, time to work up some inspiration to get on that treadmill, buddy. I don’t think the pound of cashews I just inhaled is helping my case. But they were delicious.
Family portrait, circa 2008. About a month into our marriage, and about a week into Bear Cub. Awwwww, little Bear Schnubs.
I’m SO glad it’s the weekend. Josh’s parents are in town, and I may accompany his mother and sister to some shops in Ballard.
“Buy whatever you want,” said Josh last night. “For your birthday. I’m giving you permission to buy something without guilt.”
Like Frye boots? I immediately thought. Mmmmmm…Fryeeeeee boots. Then I have to spend some quality time with my serger and sewing machine, making a custom pair of pettipants for someone. Actually, I have two orders, so I had better hop to it. Hippity hop. What are your plans, blogfriends?
Hey kids. Tomorrow the Josh-ster (ugh…sorry) and I both have to work half-days at work, not too shabby. Then I have to construct a large green salad as my dinner “contribution” tomorrow night. We are going over to the family tattoo artist’s mother’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. My fatty eating habits reached a crescendo last night with fried fish AND A BLIZZARD, so I’m attempting now to remember how to eat “healthily”. Oy vey, I know I go on about it but that’s because it’s an ongoing struggle. The Broad was supposed to go to dinner with us but she’s suffering from a sinus infection, poor little thing. In other news, someone commissioned a custom pair of pettipants from me this morning, shit, I guess I had better re-teach myself how to use my serger.
Have a flab-u-lous Thanksgiving, blogfriends! Be sure to eat ALL the things.
Aw, look at how cute we WERE. I have this thing where I always think I was cuter two years ago. Like in 2011 I thought I was way cuter in 2009, now I’m certain that 2011 was my cuteness peak. Whatta cryin’ shame. I apologize for the boring-ness of my blog as of late, but that’s just the way things are going right now. Boring-ly. I did nothing but bleed and read over the weekend and gained 3 pounds from donuts and those DAMNED tasty maple leaf cookies. Seriously why must I crave crap? Why can’t I crave…carrots or lettuce leaves? Barf. I just got home from work and it’s already dark. To make up for my guilt for not taking the dogs to the park, I gave them bacon-stuffed rawhides. I hope they forgive me.
My fabulous new wedge shoes by “Gentle Souls”, an offshoot from Jeffrey Campbell (the insane-o shoe company that made my glorious rainbow platforms). I LOVE THESE SHOES. Height + comfort! Who would have thought I could have both.
Boy is it ever Friday. I ate excessively this week so I have put myself on a 2 day sugar restriction. I actually donated sacks of salted caramel and dark chocolate mint chocolates to work this morning, sigh. And all day long it was just a parade of goodies in my face–cupcakes with edible glitter, peanut butter cups, cookies….cookies with BUTTERSCOTCH CHIPS…I mean, come on! Must be strong. I wore jeans to work today and they felt a little tight…and they were not even freshly washed, as an excuse. Sugar addiction is a tough one, man. The naturopath told me that magnesium would help the cravings, but so far it’s done nothin’.
Speaking of nothin’, that’s all I have planned for this weekend! Enjoy yourself, blog-logs!
The sun is shining today, but brrrrrrr. I just got home from work–the heat has been off for most of the day and it was 60 degrees when I arrived. Even the computer desk is cold! Ah well, time to bundle up and exercise the pets at the park. I DIY’d my own bangs again and they look stupid. “Demented Nellie Oleson” Josh called the current “look”. Heigh ho. What else? Just working. Nothing terribly exciting going on. Planning on watching “The Conjuring” tonight…I just love that Lili Taylor. Remember how good she was in “Dogfight”? Sigh…poor River Phoenix.