wow. check out this incredible new template! i love it...what to do, what to do...

okay. i've had enough. check out the spiffy new oasis blog here.

okay. i give up. i do not know why...yet again...blogger ate my template. i'm moving. looking for a suitable new home...be back with you when i locate one.

grrrr...rzzl frzzzl

wow! what a mess...what the hell happened to my formatting. this is not good. hopefully, it's just a blogger burp. check back later.

please.

this is for emdot. who's having a bad day.

from the slacker blogger s dot...who is also available for proms and pizza parties.

this is for emdot...who is having a bad day.

from the slacking blogger, s dot. who is also available for proms and pizza parties.

here's what i *should* be doing...ooma. gah! it drives me crazy. i want a store like this. in the past week i've had 4 women tell me i should open a store for "might possibly be in or nearing middle age" women who do not want to wear frickin' appliqued sweatshirts or talbots. where does the imagination go? does it dry up along with the ovaries? it's maddening.

i saw this really great looking 50 something woman in chicago last year while shopping with my pal alma at urban outfitters. i keep her in my head. she's my aging muse. i wanted to follow her around but i thought the police might then want to follow *me* around.

so...that's where i'm at today. check me later.
quote for the day: s. to the husband, "exactly what about me says comfortable?"

do i sound unhappy to you? someone...who shall remain anonymous...told me that i sound very unhappy in my blog. hmmm. just to set the record straight, i'm a perfectly happy person who occasionally has a bad day. i guess it may be that i write more when i'm unhappy. this is a good place to vent and i do. my life, for the most part, is fairly blissful. great kids and a great husband. great house. great dog. great, great, great.

sometimes my job ain't so great. it's frustrating. i work with some terrific people but the occasional asshole is the one that always gets the attention. i become incredibly frustrated by incompetence...and passive aggresives. we've got a lot of those. my first impulse is to punch them and make them cry. society frowns on this behavior in the professional world. too bad. a little playground justice is just what some organizations need. a little extra hard red rover or a good game of dodge ball.

or, a really painful pull the waistband completely off the underwear wedgey.

man, is everyone edgy around here lately. is it the moon? what, pray tell, is the deal? it's making me edgy and i feel great. i hate it when people pass along their nastiness.

so, let's get down to bidness and solve some problems. i just read a great column by seth godin in fast company. "if it's broke, fix it"...amazing concept. i'd love to link you to his column but i can't. go buy it. and...read about one of the best cities in america...des moines. would i lie to you?

if this doesn't make you laugh, you're in the wrong blog...

this is for kate, my canadian compadre:
The first draft is the child’s draft, where you let it all pour out and then let it romp all over the place, knowing that no one is going to see it... If one of the characters wants to say, “Well, so what, Mr. Poopy Pants?” you let her.  --- Anne Lamott  

well, so what, ms. poopy pants?

need i say that i adore anne lamott? she's brilliant and funny and lets people know that human frailties are universal and just okay. i highly recommend reading, traveling mercies for anyone but especially for those who might be struggling with the "god" issue. any person writing about faith that can say, and I'm paraphrasing, "that would make jesus drink gin out of the cat bowl", is my kinda' gal.

i'm not blogging...why is that? bloggers block? weird.

seen today on the campus of eiu: "in loving memory of john ritter". i'm with you, whoever you are. i grew up with john ritter on three's company. but the performance that i really love best is john as vaughn cunningham in sling blade. it's a must see film. ahem, in my humble opinion.

what i'm currently obsessing over: propel water. love it. must have it at my right hand at all times. other obsession: designer handbags. lusting. not pretty.

family's current obsession: getting me to buy a new ipod so that *they* can have my old one. will they win? most likely.

what a day already. i started to write that i had the "mean reds" today but that's not really accurate. it's a holly golightly-ism. instead i'm {insert your word choice here}...angry, disappointed, overwhelmed...those are good ones to start with. but enough about me, it's a day to think of other things.

maybe i should be more like french toast.

peace.

why are they so much better than the ones you have at home? why *must* we take them? it's a universal isn't it...stealing hotel towels. well, our good friends at holiday inn know that we've taken them for billions and they are granting us all amnesty. unfortunately i didn't see this site until the amnesty date had passed. i think i'll post it anyway just because it's so darned brilliant. good for you holiday inn.

it's a musical day. i'm headphoning.

did you ever think you just wanted to change your life...do something new? i think that just about every other day. i've got plans...a lot of plans. i'm always seeing things that i think i could do better. what is that? megalomania? it's my mother's fault. ;^) she told me i could do any darn thing i set my mind to.

check out this guy. he decided to be a singer. just decided...that, christopher matthew dooks sings. you've got to hear "all pets pass go".

more weird music at 365 days project...

tra la la.

so...how are you feeling about yourself today? feeling frumpy? hiney feeling a bit too large? well, i've got the cure. check out this site sent to me by my pal, and fellow seeker of wacky websites, christy. it's called uglydress.com, and i think it's about the funniest goldarned thing i've seen in ages. the girl's a smart ass with a spot on fashion sense. see what you think. my score is double 10 brilliant. something good's got to come from all of those really ugly, poofy, pearled and bow-bedecked dresses. gah! lord knows it wasn't the wedding.

cooking with rockstars. imagine a dorito burrito with jack black. he's at jenville.

those who lust after paper must go here now...papivore . amazingly luscious paper. gah. i'm drooling.

okay. i'm back. back from a lazy beach vacation. thinking about food and cooking and other areas of domesticity. i'm really trying to stay organized this year. less work and more doing the family things that i enjoy. feeding my fam...working on my house. i love that stuff.

here's my favorite food network personality, sara moulton . i love sara. sara's a real person. that appeals to me. she mentions hiding the green specks from her kids...you know, veggies. i love that level of honesty. martha would never say stuff like that. go see sara. she's a good egg.