February 03, 2008
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link-tastic!
A handy list to romance your partner this Valentine’s Day:
Write “I love you” in the steam on the bathroom mirror after he takes a shower.
Offer a back massage with some good smelling lotion.
Write a poem. Then use Google Translator to translate a poem into either French or Italian. Then handwrite it out with the translation on the back side. Or better yet, greet your partner at night and read it to them with passion and then hand them the translation.
While in public, declare “I love you, Matilda!” (not Matilda, but your partner’s name.)
Make a CD with a few songs that are meaningful to your relationship.
Invite him to take a bath complete with bubbles, champagne, candles, and maybe a little Barry White. (the music, not actually Barry White in your tub.)
Surprise her at work and take her out to lunch, maybe take-out food in the park or maybe to a little diner, for a midday romantic interlude.
50 Very Simple Ways to Be Romantic (via).
December 29, 2007
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what's up?
OMG. Where have I been? Where have YOU been? I swear, this poor blog is NE. Glec. Ted. I don’t even know what that means. Srsly, tho. I wanted to check in. Our big post-holiday Holiday Party is tomorrow. I am kinda excited, but more stressed. Also, I am totally sick. I hope it’s a cold and/or flu. So far that’s what it looks like, but I am prone to the Bronchitis. I swear I catch it if it is mentioned around me! But I am not trying to jinx anything. I have what I have. *cough*
I do hope I am not gonna still be sick for the party tho. We have some amazing people on the guest list. It would suck to be off at a friends house on the sick couch, missing the whole event. Most of the heavy work preparing was today. Tomorrow all I have to do is rest. I intend to rest. A book, a movie, whatever. You won’t pry me from the couch till it’s time to put on my face. Heh. And possibly an attitude. In fact my whole persona might just likely be totally fake. But I’ll look good. And I will be on cold meds. But I will be there. At my party. Propped up in a corner. Oblivious.
Or at my friend’s house, the one I cannot name. Propped up on his couch. With his dog. Trying to get well, but knowing it is best my germs stay with me… While everyone is at my house partying. Sad.
November 28, 2007
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what's up?
Sticky entry posted 11/28/07 @ 8:11 PM
Hey everybody! It’s that magic time of year again. The time when I solicit your personal info. No seriously! Each year around the holiday dp.com gives back. We give back to you, the reader. It is the annual dp.com holiday Card Exchange™! All you have to do is send me your snail mail address, and you will receive a sassy holiday card from yours truly here in sunny San Diego! No strings attached! I promise not to show up at your door and kill you too, because that would be rude…
Last year we sent out upwards from 20 cards! And I got that many as well. Great fun yo. And, if you were on the list last year, you are automatically signed up this year! Yay!
So if you are interested, here’s that contact form. Name, address, state, zip. You know the drill. *grin*
UPDATE: Cards are purchased. Time is running out to get on the official dp.com holiday list! A quick note on that… If we haven’t met thru email or comments, yet you trusted me with your home address, let’s chat some time! 
November 16, 2007
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meme? me?
I’ve been betch-slapped with this meme. It’s the 7 (seven!) random things about me meme. This is totally and completely different from the 8 Things You Don’t Know or the 10 Random Things. Don’t even bring up the 5 Things, cause like that wasn’t even enough things, okay? I should save it for tomorrows post, but I am in a cocky mood. I can post multiple times in a day! Watch me now!
Anyhoo. Lemme see..
I hate washing my own car. I am not allowed to where I live tho, so it’s cool.
I love Mexican food. I would eat it every day if I could get Richard onboard.
I recently made my first non-magazine (remember magazines? waay back.) adult purchase. I felt naughty.
I hate feeling naughty.
They say smelling toast is a sign of a heart attack or something. I smell toast every day. I smell it right now. There is no toast here.
Sometimes I am glad of the language barrier at work. It gives me an excuse to not deal with the public.
Sometimes when the tortilla chip bag only has those little broken ones left I will pour them out into the salsa and stir it… then eat it with a spoon.
Technically I should tag someone with this. I don’t feel like it tho. So you are all off the hook. Or ON the hook if you need blog fodder, like if you were doing a daily posting challenge of some kind…
August 03, 2007
March 23, 2004
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anger management
It’s my day off and I’m up at 5:30 in the morning.
What the ??
I finally get to get the car repair thing finalized. (Another day at the dealership. Color me excited. Not.)
After that all the current issues on my list will be resolved. I wonder what’ll be next? It’s probably bad luck to talk about it…
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