I mentioned changes the other day... and then I went nuts. I am starting fresh somewhere new, somewhere that isn't Typepad. I've adored this host for many moons but it's just about that time. If you'd like to follow, I'd be more than happy to help navigate you there. Shoot me a note at lessthanjill@yahoo.com.
Much love,
O&H staff
I recorded The Science of Sleep in September. I watched it last night.
I don't know if I loved the movie or if my crush on Gael Garcia Bernal is enough to make me watch anything with him. He DID have a purple suit on for a good portion of it.
He practically begged me to love him, if you ask me.
Also, there were handmade toys:
Now that I think of it, this movie was made for me.
Daylight is stretching into the later hours. I almost feel bad sending Kiddo to bed when it's barely dark out. But it left plenty of time for Frisbee yesterday and then a couple rounds of Jenga.
The tower is on its way down. WIN.
And then cleaning, treadmill and Dodger game. This is my life without alcohol. Believe it or not, I'm having the best time ever. When I got out of the shower after my sweaty workout, all my awesome neighbors were crammed in my living room with Ree and those people make me really fucking happy.
-Pretty Lush
Plugging a reminder into my cell phone and setting the alarm to go off when I need reminding has made me a way, way more productive/less forgetful person. Now if only there was a way for it to make me punctual... Is there an app for that? Because there's one for every other freakin' thing. Soon there will be an app to complete my homework and bathe Kiddo at night. Is there an app to train Lucy not to eat the crotch of everything?
I'm considering a new blog title, since my only hangovers are now more along the lines of caffiene withdrawl. The headache is about the same. But O&H has been the name here for over two years. A name change would require a remodel and I just don't like change.
We'll see.
The highlight of this workday came bright and early this morning when, as Twitter'd, my co-worker whispered, "Psst. I found boobs on the scanner last night." True to her word, she showed me how she'd scanned a plastic part, subsequently holding the scanner lid open a bit. Something about the light or the reflection made the printed image show the clear as day outline of someone's very unmistakable boobs. Perhaps the natural oils in their skin left the imprint? It sounds crazy until you see it. I'd like to snag a copy for reference.
Yes, reference.
-Pretty Lush
Kiddo, singsong: No more homework until first grade!
Me: I don’t want you to go to first grade…
Kiddo: Why?? I have to go! I will get taller in first grade!
Me: But I want you to stay small…
Kiddo: But big is my favorite size!
Me: *gigglesnort*
Kiddo: Okay, LARGE is my favorite size.
Do you even know how long it took me to put this together in my head and laugh?
I am embarrassed.
-Pretty Lush
Today, I love:
-The convenience of Starbucks’ vanilla syrup so I can make my own iced coffee at work, as often as I want.
-How Lucy snuggled up to my chest for a minute before retreating to the bottom of the bed, and falling asleep against my leg last night, like she wanted to say goodnight. (And then stole off to Ree’s room.)
-My roommate & best friend on the planet.
-Diet Coke Plus.
-My still thriving bamboo plant; Beatrix Green.
-My work toys; Marvin, Eduardo & Bloo.
-The idea that I have chicken marinating for a BBQ with friends, cousin Mandy and roomie.
-Returning movies and anticipating new ones in the mail.
-My new awesome capris that my baby daddy bought for me, oh-so-comfy and workplace appropriate.
-My good hair day.
-Knowing I could probably wear a hoodie tonight (EVEN THOUGH IT'S JUNE) because it’s flippin’ cold out.
-You.
-Pretty Lush
Fun facts for not-parents: SHE'S NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT KIDDING.
Kiddo enthusiastically helped bake a cake last night with my cousin Mandy, who expressed more patience than has ever been within me.
Super Stir ft. Ree's Ass
But pouring her spaghetti down the drain was no way to get a piece once it was frosted. And for that I am a mean, mean mama. Muaha.
Waking up refreshed and feeling like I've gotten double the amount of sleep I've actually gotten is a new and oh-so-welcomed concept. Today marks two weeks. (*squeal*)
Foot in mouth, vol. 1:
I have an unreasonable, irrational, ridiculous crush on the man that lives above the abode. He's a beautiful, beautiful man. While watching an Angel game with Ree and salivating over Torii Hunter, I FOR SOME REASON, was just about to list my crushes on sexy black men and their ranking (Howard Jones, Hot Upstairs Neighbor, Torii - for the record) when Hot Upstairs Neighbors' daughter walked by my front door and I spat, "As far as beautiful black men go--" and then the record screeched and the girl's head shot in my general direction and I died of embarassment, hoping she had no idea I was about to mention her father.
Foot in mouth, vol. 2:
Cousin Mandy spent the night last night and has the weirdest habit of resting her palm on her head, fingers trailing down her forehead. Somehow this feels good, I think. And I giggled a bit and tried to put together her bangs made of fingers and yelled, FINGERBANGS!
I'm pretty sure that will be the title of my first hit from my debut album Shenanigans & their Inevitable Consequences.
-Pretty Lush
I just can't seem to figure out why no one ever told us that a fairly healthy diet and regular exercise will do wonders for your sleep and stress. I mean, really. Because all the glorious sleep and the feeling good nonsense and the who cares approach to problems... it's kinda nice.
I'm approaching my second week of Operation: No Drink. It has gone surprisingly well for someone who delcared only a month ago that quitting was not possible. I yearn for my evening Captain and Diet Cokes more than anything else but I've worked to curb that craving by being productive. I'm telling my body that if it is going to make my mouth water at the thought of rum, then it is going to spend twenty minutes on the treadmill. Eventually it will get the point. Or I'll be much thinner. There is no losing. I am made of win.
The only time I woke up with aches (a regular occurrence before) was when I had a sudden burst of energy two Fridays ago and went for a nice long run. And when you don't run on a regular basis, your muscles protest. Well, first they make you feel like you can do it, you will do it, you can do this every day! And then in the morning, you're a twenty-four year old cripple, using the wall for support to make it to the shower.
Last night I tore myself away from the Dodger game to make a run to the store. Kiddo asked for every single item that contained sugar and I finally settled on one package of cookies because I'm almost positive we've never had a pack in the abode and we've been there for over a year. It was due time for cookies. When we got home, I set Kiddo up with a cup of milk and a few chocolate chip wonders and her response was, "Mom, this is what grammas give to kids. Actually they give gingerbread cookies but it's like the same."
Neither of Kiddo's grandma's are of the gingerbread baking type so I'm chalking that one up to Noggin.
The calendar says June and the sky says January. I'm all for some morning fog and not sweating but it's taking everything I've got not to wish for summer. Come July and August, I'll rue the day I wanted sun but I am yearning for the beach and lazing by the pool, attempting to offset the contrast of my blinding white skin and Kiddo's golden tan. I'll try to keep enjoying the chilly days but if we could just sprinkle in one day of sunshine every now and again, I'd be pleased. Thanks.
I got a new phone which means new camera which means photo sess with mah pups:
This is Lucy's classic big eyed velvet painting impression. Ft. my right foot.
Sir Rylie Duke Papanichols
...and his wifey, Luce Goose McGullipuppy
Please note trace evidence of a shredded dog toy between them. At least it's not the crotch of anything.
-Pretty Lush
