Getting a J.O.B.

This afternoon I have an interview to become a professional writer, creating website content among other things. As I was offered the 4 o'clock interview, things are looking good. Something tells me that last interview of the day is a good omen. It's quite exciting, it's been years since I've done anything besides retail and this opening looks promising. To practice writing, I've joined a few websites and received some very happy reviews of my work, a little confidence builder never hurt. I've become comfortable writing informative pieces about many topics I don't much care about. Made a few dollars in the process too, not much, but enough to feel good about it. I am ready to become a professional!

dolls and dope

After discovering that my couple little birthday treats for myself (via my favorite doll, Loolu) cost far more to ship from Korea than they do to buy, I decided to try one of the strongholds of BJD collecting, the Group Order*. I just emailed the organizer of the order with my two little treats. I'm giddy.

Look at these freaking awesome doll shoes and you'll know why I'm so very happy they came back into stock. My other treat, also previously out of stock for a long time- are this trippy pair of eyes for Loolu- ain't they pretty?

*For the non-dork amongst us, a group order is when several people team up to order from overseas to save on shipping costs- in this case, the group is waiting until the order is big enough to get free shipping from Korea by spending over $800. Yeah, I'm in for a bit of a wait, but oh well, I get still get my dolly stuff without paying $22 shipping for it.

new weightloss technique- vibrate!

I think I found where my missing weight went. When I get angry, my leg bounces. It's a nervous twitch type thing. I'm not aware of it, I'm just constantly moving in a weird little bouncing tic. Turns out, this burns lots of calories, hundreds per day. Just sitting around twitching because I'd really rather be screaming profanities than trying to be polite and civil has made my pants too big for me.

So I wrote a nice little piece of poetry- please enjoy:

I'm ready.

I'm ready to go.

I'm ready to go crazy.

I'm ready to go crazy upside someone's head.


Wasn't that fun?
OK, off to make more hemp chokers... you know?

Anniversary plans~ it's 3 yrs today!

So the Mr and I have been hitched for three years now- and to celebrate we're sharing a day in NYC. I'm excited about it, peek at our plans:

A look at some museums and exhibits, Bodies, with real human parts from China preserved for educational purposes, as seen here:
http://www.bodiesny.com/

or maybe the Met- you know, http://www.metmuseum.org/home.asp


Dinner at our favorite deep-fried everything spot- I'll miss it when we move!
http://www.chipshopnyc.com/

Followed by hitting up what's been promised to be a very awesome reggae party night. Yay! Happy fun times for my Mr and me!

The family gift

There's a very distinct sense of humor that several members of my family share, if you've giggled at my postings you may be afflicted with it too. Generally it runs along my Dad's side, though my mom had a heavy dose of acid-tongued genes in my mix too. It may or may not have something to do with English ancestry, as it predisposes the victims to enjoying BBC comedies.

Believe it or not, my mother is worse than I am when it comes to off-color humor. It's funny hearing certain things come of your mom's mouth, like the infamous 'It should be doing more than ___ for $____' complete with lewd gestures. It can be applied to concert seats, home appliances, anything that's so grossly overpriced that it should do 'something more'.

There, borrow my mom's best joke, it's okay, she's cool like that.

The Canned Meat Museum

Some years ago, I closed down my canned meat museum due to some weird growth on one of the cans, and the fact that I was moving and didn't feel good about packing questionable meats into a crate for an undetermined length of time. It's okay though, because there's someone much more devoted to the sick amusement that can be found in the canned goods aisle. There's animals I didn't even know people ate in cans, all sorts of interesting foreign foodstuffs that make me giggle with fervor not seen since I first saw Heinz' European offering of Spotted Dick in a can... which still makes me giggle.

I present the treat that my Twitter friend found- 45 pictures of canned foods from around the world
http://foodnetworkhumor.com/2009/06/unusual-canned-foods-from-around-the-world-45-pics/

ass lost, reward if found~ drink recipe!

I know some people struggle with losing weight, but lately I find myself fighting to keep it. My clothes are getting big again and I think it's got something to do with the crazy wacky stressed-out nonsense of late.

If anyone finds my ass, please send it back. It made my pants fit just right, I miss it.

Today's trial drink came out fabulous- try this

Half a glass of Dr. Browns Diet Black Cherry pop (99 cents for a 2 liter)
quarter of a glass of Bourlaine's pomagrante schnapps ($7 a liter)
Ice

mix it all in a cup- drink and enjoy.

It needs a name... all my drinks need names, but enjoy your cheap swill in style- put on your prom dress and get out the fancy plastic collector cups!

started packing!

Yes, I've started packing for our big trip back home- and it feels good. I know there's going to be questions about whether the Big Apple was full of worms... As my old boss put it 'They're going to chew you up and spit you out, you're too sweet' but he forgot what a tough little thing I can be. It took three years of chewing on me, and I'm still intact for the most part, like Juicy Fruit.

Suppose I should try to find the lesson in all this chaos and mess. There's always a lesson in things as snarled up and nasty as this situation. Looking back over all the things I've learned about the world from here in NY, tucked away at the far end of Long Island, and I know one thing for certain- Ain't nobody watching your behind if you're looking out for someone else's.

Yep, I needed to learn to be selfish like these disgusting examples I've encountered. I'm not naming names or giving examples to protect my own stupidity, but I learned it really well, people got no problem accepting a favor, but when you need it repaid you find out who your real friends are.

I guess NY did make me a little cold. I'm not saying I won't do a favor for a friend again, just that I'm really going to have to think about whether it's really a friend or not. I've got some awesome friends back in Michigan, and I'm going to focus on that instead of the mess that surrounds me.