Thursday, January 29, 2009

Google guy

Hey, I saw a google maps guy. Look to the far right of the photo
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Trying again

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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

New work pencils

A co-worker's hubby brought these to taco tuesday last night for me and his wife to use. Glitter pencils with fuzzies on them and hats, now that's professional.

Also, the boss and everyone went to el torito across the street and bought 99 cent tacos for us all. Fun times. And georgia was a hit.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Yay america!

We have an amazing country

And I am awed at my americans and my leader.

This is an important time and I am honored and blessed to be included

And jay-z is great. Beyonce too. And sting *sigh*.

Ray ramano (or wev his name is) I could do without.
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Sunday, January 18, 2009

One more

For cuteness
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Big girl bed

I can't mobile update g's blog. Actually, I can, but I can't remember how, so here is a photo of the bed we got her on craigslist. Cute, huh?
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

It's official

I am now using face products designed to fight wrinkles. I'll let you know how it goes.
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Monday, January 12, 2009


I was just behind a large red truck (in clovis) that had a large red calvin peeing on the word "liberals" sticker. Funny.

1. Is that type of thing really necessary? I mean, you're in clovis, and you drive a ford. I think it goes without saying.

2. Where can I get one of those for my car?
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Saturday, January 10, 2009

This place is great

Found a great shop at blackstone and sierra. Filo dough for 2.29. And the largest selection of honey I've seen in a long time. And some tasty manaish, too!
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Friday, January 09, 2009


I'm a hipster. Deal.
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Wednesday, January 07, 2009


theres this actress (who was also in a strange film that i liked) in elf that i adore (and shes the sister of the girl on bones, whom i also adore), and she sings one of my favorite songs in the shower in the store that she and buddy the elf work. well, i was youtubing today and found her singing it with some guy with an absolutely scrumptious voice. here you go:

He's taller than he looks in paintings

So, I met a man today whose mother died. He was making arrangements for her and is one of those easily distracted types (I know, you have got to imagine the turns our chat took with my awesome ability to not stay to the point). Anyhoo, he was telling me about being in a coma after getting legionnaire's disease (along with his wife on their honeymoon) and how he met Jesus in this coma. Jesus turned him around by the shoulder (which still hurts, to remind him that Jesus is real) and when he got a look at him he said Jesus was 6'3" and 250 pounds "which is quite a bit bigger than he is in paintings". So, yeah, he was a fracking kick in the pants. His name was Edward. And I can't wait to chat with him again!!!
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Tuesday, January 06, 2009

I'll follow you into the dark

Its strange how strange it is to think about things. I mean, you think about things, and then you think about thinking about things, until you forget what you were thinking about that was so strange in the first place, you know?

So, I know that people die. And not just people, but everyone. And I know that sometimes its painful, and sometimes its not, and sometimes you get to say goodbye and sometimes you don't, and that sometimes you're old and sometimes you aren't, but you will die. Even if you don't have a heaven or hell, a purgatory, or a next level, or next life, or whatever to go to, your life will end. But its so strange, you see? You just are there and then you're not. And what are the others to do, the ones still living? I don't really get it, how, even with the belief that there is heaven, we are supposed to function after someone dies. I mean, they're dead, and we aren't, and its just crazy, to think about that kind of unfathomable separation. Its strange, and a bit funny I guess, to think about how hard it is to imagine something infinite, like space, or time, or god, and then also be stunned by the finite as well. Its like a joke even.

And I am finding myself rethinking all the things I've told families that are grieving, not thinking I was ever not genuine, but just trying to comfort myself, to see if what I say to people really helps. And maybe it doesn't, and maybe all I can do is just function at a level that their sorrow-stricken selves cannot, and that's okay.

But I do know that I'd like old rugged cross sung when I die.
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If you aren't watching scrubs tonight you are missing the. best. episode. EVER.

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Monday, January 05, 2009

Car trouble

So, I went to my mom's church today on my lunch break to drop off some things for a funeral that they're having this week and I went to start the belvedere, which went fine, and I was driving out of the driveway of the church as it started making a weird noise. So, I stop and turn off the engine and sit there for a minute before I turn it on again. Well, its a bit blurry as to what happened next, but I know I turned the key and it kept trying to turn over (that's sight, right? turn over=try to start?) and a few seconds later brownish grey smoke is POURING out from the bottom of the steering column and sparks are shooting out of the key hole. So, I got out of the car and start running (what a sight, me in a skirt and heels, hauling ass across a parking lot, trying to get far enough away so that I don't get burned by flying hot debris as the car explodes) as fast as I can to get back to the church office. I almost fail to notice the pastor that flew past me with a fire extinguisher, as I'm dialing 911 ("um, yeah, can you connect me with the fire department?" "Do you have and emergency?" "Well, my car is on fire, I'm just not sure what to do, but pastor mejia has an extinguisher..." "Are you in the car???") By this time my mom is outside too, and I reek of burned plastic (yes, plastic. No, I don't know why), and I'm not worried that debris will hit me. So, the fire guys show up, and woody came to take me back to work, and hopefully the belve will be good as old someday soon.
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Saturday, January 03, 2009

Snow chains

Yeah, so it turns out snow chains are helpful, but if they're broken they can really mess up your car, as seen here on my sister's ride.
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Friday, January 02, 2009

Character flaws

The past few months I've realized a few things. I'm not sure if its because I'm so self-centered, or just terribly unobservant, but I've never noticed before how manipulative I am. Isn't that strange? And, even more, I'm not sure that it bothers me much. I think I've always assumed that I was just charming, which, in my mind, is like being manipulative, except that in the case of being charming people don't do things they wouldn't normally do, or something. But anyhoo, back to being manipulative. So, I think that's what I am, although I'm not really thinking of specific examples (and I'm not asking for any from you all). And also, my self-centered ness I have been much more aware of, and am deciding if I'd like to change it, or if its one of my core flaws that if I changed it I'd be too different...
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