Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The Demand for Camel's Milk is On the Rise

Things I have heard lately, and the possible meanings:

"You should have been a lawyer."

Compliment: You are good at following a line of reasoning to a logical conclusion, and convincing others who would not naturally have been inclined to reach that conclusion.
Insult: You sure to do like to argue.

"You should have been a doctor."

Compliment: You seem to really care about people, and have a surprising knowledge of how the human body works.
Insult: Your knowledge of pharmaceuticals is disturbing OR you have the worst handwriting I have ever seen.

"You should have been a writer."

Compliment: Your stories are entertaining and well thought out.
Insult: Spending your life on the couch pretending to work seems to suit you.

"It's like Bridget Jones diary!" (said in reference to a piece of your writing)

Compliment: Wow. Funny stuff. As a female, I totally relate to what your saying. Cheers!
Insult: Hey, fatty. Is your weight all you talk about?

These are the sorts of things that run through my head whilst heading home on the 429. Sigh.

Favorite bit of information on the radio today: The title of this post. Not often you get to say that.
Currently Listening to: Hold You in My Arms by Ray Lamontagne (from The Last Kiss soundtrack --- goood soundtrack)
Current Mood: cozy

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Post, post, post

I keep meaning to post something here, but then I get to my blog, see the last sad post, and then lose all interest.


So what's new? Enjoying the new house - although moving has resulted in misplacing the cable for my digital camera - which means no new house pics for ya'll. (sorry!)

Also elliptical trainer, conveniently placed in front of the TV to guilt me into working out more often.

Going to Seattle next month to see my friends (you know who you are!) so I am mostly just looking forward to the time away from work and time with my old roomies.

And that is all for now.

I promise, a real post in the near future.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


Sasha didn't make it through her surgery yesterday. She was J's favorite cat and I have to admit, I was pretty attached to her too. So now I get to spend the week depressed about the loss of one of my cats.

And because I am dumb, I keep looking at Elliot and wondering if he misses his mom. And then I start crying again. (Then I make the dumber move of watching "The Land Before Time" and cry some more. Poor Littlefoot.)