how i feel working the day before a major holiday.

le petit prince.

Cubance had their ultrasound last Friday to find out the gender of the baby and...

Drumroll, please.

I made this little announcement for their blog, where you can get more details, ultrasound pics, the works.

(I'm just a little excited, can you tell?)

sisterly affection.

Given a tv show or two we've recently become addicted to (not to mention the various book characters), this illustrates me and Cara nicely:

too much happiness.

Reasons why this week is great:

1. Clara finds out what they're having on FRIDAY. (Boy? Girl? Alien quadruped? Who knows! It's all part of the mystery. Aren't babies FUN.)

2. We get to Skype with The Precious Young Man on Sunday. So not only do we get to talk to TPYM, we get to see him. The insanity of this preciousness blows your mind, I know.

Oh, and I believe it's also Christmas. So there's that to add to it all.

Carry on.

the precious young man strikes again.

Letter from Derek yesterday, a snippet:

"I love writing to you! You're my sister but you're also one of my best friends."

Not only is this adorable in itself since Derek isn't the most expressive person in the world (wonder where he gets that ::::cough:::::), but he used "you're" correctly.

Ain't never been prouder.

a good man is hard to find.

I never thought I'd be put in a position of having to say MAN THE FREAK UP to every guy I encounter in some sort of relationship situation. But then again, I also never thought I'd be subjected to country Christmas music at work, so there you are. I know those two points alone make you think my life has no redeeming value whatsoever. I agree. I deal.

So the way I see it I have two options before me:

Option A (preferred): Star as Jason Schwartzman's love interest in a Wes Anderson film.

Option B (also viable): Take my guns and my dog (wolf hybrid named Laska) and retreat to the solitude of a one-room cabin on a far away piney mountain.

Decisions, decisions.

But the truth is, there are zero men to be found anywhere. (Bitter-esque rant: Ambivalent lazy cry babies abound, though. I'm tempted to make a highly scientific study of this. But...no.) They just don't make 'em like Ron Swanson anymore. ("He’s a conservative libertarian who loves woodworking, breakfast foods, hunting, and fishing, and he keeps a sawed off shotgun in his desk." Yup.)

What's a girl to do.
Go cry, emo kid, go cry.

not to be like, obsessed and stuff.

Currently:

David Tennant as Doctor Who. (Matt Smith WHO?? And Rose Tyler forever, P.S.)

me on the dating scene: a visual representation.

And there were no survivors.

an attempt to write a post without a single .gif or .jpg.

Hmm, quite.

These are my words: Tonight was my first experience in getting a prescription filled and picked up. For my own particular use, in fact. Not many things in my life have made me feel like a grown up as much as having a stranger fill a plastic bottle that has my name on it with small white pills. Cannot explain why this is, but here I stand. It was an experience and a half, and of course there was a line, and everyone (EVERYONE) knows that line situations make me antsy. So I innately turn inward and try to ignore the 468 people in front of me who have various as-yet-unnamed conditions. Me, I'm hypothyroid. NBD. So n e wayz, I roll up to the line like, HI GUYZ I'M GETTING DA DRUGZ TEW!!1one!1! and make my way to the back of the line. People who are familiar with the prescription drug scene (in the legitimate way I am describing for your benefit now) are probably rolling their eyes at me, but just like, judge, I guess. It's new to me.

Everything's fine and I'm just mindin' da biz in the cough and cold remedy aisle. I subconsciously (because by now I'm engrossed in reading all the medicine boxes) take in the fact that someone has gotten into line behind me and I carry on. Approximately 15.7 seconds later, this person leans into my space, as if in need of support. Coming into my space, as it were. Just coming in. Onto my back. Cannot emphasize enough how much this stranger, in line for drugs for who knows what ailment, began to use my immediate bodily area for their own physical support. Being the passive aggressive gem I am, of course I don't look back or acknowledge said leaning, I slowly and stealthily shift my weight forward so there is a more socially appropriate amount of space between me and The Leaner.

Thankfully the line had shifted by this time to indicate that I was "next" (what was supposed to happen after that I was still clueless. Oh the intricacy of this new situation...) and I was able to create more distance between us. I can tell the woman in front of me is wrapping up her shiz and I'm about to move forward when The Leaner (most likely named Carol) pulls her signature move and, touching my back between the shoulder blades (creepy) inquires as to whether they (the pharmacists, I'm assuming?) were calling our names or if "we were just hoping to get lucky." Not sure what either of those statements meant, being the noob that I was. Fighting the urge to backhand her across the face for touching me twice (the first time of which remains unexplained to this day), I half turned (details gleaned about The Leaner from this glance: Oldish, approximately 57 years, 5'3", female, glasses, LEANS ON STRANGERS IN THE PHARMACY LINE) and said, That's what the line's for, I think. Ha ha, ha ha ha.

I made a bee line for the window as soon as the previous customer shot off maniacally on her motorized scooter and didn't look back again.

Thank you, Smith's Pharmacy. Let's do this again in a month...

I'm in a glass case of emotion, nobody makes me bleed my own blood...

Etc.

mine eyes are burning: and other tales.

Lately when I've woken up my eyes are impossibly red and hurty. It feels like tired but with a hint of corneal infection. No idea. One other possibility is the cold weather. Pretty much as soon as November hit it feels like we were thrust into the Arctic tundra and my body's still reeling from the shock of it. Skin and hair getting dry, sensitive eyes red-rimmed and watery, and the edges of a cold taunting but never fully revealing itself. A week or so ago I felt my annual sinus infection coming on and headed home early from work. Two Emergen-C's, a Theraflu, and 19 hours of sleep later, crisis averted. I was pretty proud of myself. Very much not ready for winter. I feel like I can skip the next few months. Bears sure have something in this hibernation thing I hear they do. Because I'm too cheap to turn on the heat, a typical winter morning for me goes something like this: Wake up. Stick arm out of toasty blanket pile to discern level of imminent pain once I venture out. Icicles form on arm. Retract arm into blanket safety. Take a deep breath. Throw off covers while simultaneously taking off clothes to dive into shower. Turn on delicious hot water. Next there's denial, bargaining, and finally acceptance. Must leave shower.

Le sigh. Let us now speak of something that is foremost on my mind, and that's the fact that never in all the days of the Galactic Standard Calendar did I think I'd be dating someone who has blond hair. I know you are all up in arms over this as much as I am. I guess the joke's on me. Let me explain, I guess. I used to make fun of Cara for liking Quinn from The Used. Or any other light-haired guy. I've always been a brown hair/brown eyes kind of girl. Cara can attest to the level of my disgust over anything else. But within the last year I've had a mighty change of heart. It started with Thor, continued with Eric Northman, and found its summation in Jax Teller. (Fully aware that I sound like a ridiculous teenager right now, thanks. "There's a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack." RITE??) For a long time I questioned myself and my place in the universe. And now, months later, here is this new Eric. Blond hair, blue eyes. And I'm telling you, the view is great from where I'm standing. Yeah, total mindblow. Just goes to show you never know who's right for you, and limiting yourself to only people who look a certain way is probably the most ridiculous thing ever. /end soapbox.

What else should we talk about? I feel like I've been absent from the blogging world for too long to really know what to say to you people. Hm. Do you like...cheese?

i'm going to be an aunt!

how about we just all be like awesome and not have work on fridays.

this .gif is relevant to my life when people at work start talking about politics:

you know you're weird when...

your day goes from so-so to celestial when you hear, turn up really loud, and sing along to every word and whistle of Scorpions' "Wind of Change" while driving home from work. all while ignoring the pointed looks from the other drivers. move along, people, move along.

just so we're clear.

Had a couple people ask me if I was announcing something with my last blog. The answer is no, everything is good with Eric. Sorry if that was a little misleading; it was unintentional. And if l'homme and I were ending it, I hope I don't come across as the type of person who would broadcast that on any internet venue, especially in such a vague way. Just sayin'. Thanks for caring enough to ask though. I just like the song and think it's awesome how perfectly Adele expresses something we've all felt at one time or another, ya know? :]

ouch my heart.

day 30: in motion.

I literally spun once around my room and took this picture at the same time. Yay!

day 29: purchased.

Dirty English by Juicy Couture is hands-down my favorite men's cologne. So...I bought some.

day 28: daily routine.

day 27: after dark.

day 26: something old.

day 25: sunflare.

day 24: a smile.

...even if the arriving at work bit was somewhat embarrassing. :]

day 23: sunset.

will do.

If you don't like the road you're walking on, start paving another one.

day 22: trees.

day 21: pretty pattern.

day 20: what i read.

day 19: where i slept.

day 18: in my bag.

day 17: on the shelf.

day 16: what i ate.

Italian nachos from Johnny Carino's.

day 15: my shoes.

My favorite fall moccasins and Halloween socks.

day 14: flowers.

My mom grows the most crazy awesome flowers in the front yard. I love wildflowers and the variety she plants makes it feel mountainy and wild.

day 13: from a distance.

day 12: close-up.

This owl is from a print I got as part of my autumn/Halloween decorating. He gives the room a great Edgar Allan Poe vibe.

day 11: something fun.

This project was so awesome and the finished product adds so much interest to my living room. I Mod Podged book pages onto a plain white canvas et voila! Instant art.

day 10: something i made.

I love decorating for fall! These candles were so fun to make.

day 9: faceless self-portrait.

day 8: technology.

day 7: something new.

Fall boots. These little babies go to just below my knee. I love them!

I could also say my something new came in the form of a young man, but we're not quite ready for that yet....cough. Maybe soon.

(And no, Father Spirit Bear, you don't know him, so stop thinking what I know you're thinking!)

day 6: childhood memory.

This building on State Street just before South Temple used to house the Hansen Planetarium. My first time there was on a field trip in second grade. We ate our little lunches at Liberty Park (I remember drinking a Kool-Aid Squeezer) and then headed over to the planetarium. It totally blew my mind. When I first saw the space suit there was a little twinge in my heart and I knew this was a forever love. And that was before we even got into the planetarium itself for the star show.

The Hansen Planetarium was mysterious and old, kind of like space itself. The Clark Planetarium at the Gateway is cool and all, in a super-shiny, SPACE IS AWESOME DUDES kind of way, but Hansen will always hold a special place in my heart for first introducing me to space in its quiet yet compelling way.

Here is a photo, not mine, of how I remember it:

(Little did I know I'd be working in that big white building just behind it. Kinda crazy.)

day 5: someone i love.

Our family cat, Dinter. He is truly a Viking.

day 4: favorite color.

Green!

day 3: clouds.

I was extremely lucky to get this shot: Today was, no joke, The Day No Clouds Existed. I searched for one since I woke up early this morning to the time the sun went down. The elusive bit of atmosphere you see here peeked out from behind the mountains while we were driving to my grandpa's birthday party. I felt privileged to see it indeed.



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Second of all, I want to say thanks to Cub for such a perfect day. Our favorite walk around the neighborhood, mind-blowing brunch at Mimi's Cafe, gorgeous just-barely-fall weather, awesome consignment shop finds, fun fall home decorating...it was like being in a fantastical, real life dream of wonder and Celestial glory. I'm only sorry it had to end.

day 2: what i wore.

day 1: self portrait.

This is how I see myself the most--hair up, makeup off, comfy shirt on. Yay for after work rituals.

30 day photo challenge: september 2011.

Hi there! I want to try something I've seen on other blogs that I think is a neat idea. What you do is take a picture every day for the month of September that follows the theme for that day (see the chart I made below). Then you upload that picture onto your blog for everyone to see. Cool, huh? Wish I'd thought of it. I want as many as people as possible to try this. I think it'll be fun to see what you come up with. The only rules are that the photos have to be your own and taken on that day. Let us begin!

only in fantasyland.

sherlock holmes meets steampunk by lambskin featuring lipsy dresses