a pat on the back, i guess

Ohmigoodness!

Okay, for those who do not have phone-o-phobia, or the fear of calling people, may not understand. I'm actually quite jealous of those of you who do not understand. Someday I'll be cool enough to not fear the phone. (Unfortunately it sometimes extends to even answering, too. sigh.)

BUT - I forced myself to call all the YSAs for whom I had phone numbers to invite them to a last minute birthing day party, one day prior.

Before you get too proud, I only have nine phone numbers, and only four answered their phone, but I'm still shaking a bit from the act. OH, but I did leave messages. That's something.

Well, now you all know how pathetic your friend is.

Hopefully we can still be friends. Just don't expect a phone call anytime soon. :)

ahem...

I promise, no more drowsy typing - it's just as bad as drowsy driving, though, thankfully, it can't get you killed.

Because, I write silly things. I guess that's not very much a surprise to any of my faithfully intrepid readers, though.






In other news, CORALINE comes out 6 February, in celebration of a happy new stop-action-animation movie. Well, I don't know if it'll be happy, per se, but I liked the book, and you (hopefully) can't go wrong with a Neil Gaiman based movie, no?

I check the movie's website occasionally, and came across something that reminded me of mein (meine? I'm pretty sure it's not meinem - that's plural....) bruder.

It takes a bit to load, but when it does, click on the mustache picture. Someone had waaayy too much time on their hands.

ego stroking

I don't know about you, but I admittedly, on the occasional basis, enjoy a good ego stroking.

So today whilst shopping I stopped at the horribly dangerous neighborhood make-uppy store. There's something about cosmetics that fascinate me, even though I'm not a user. Okay, well, not too much of a user.

(Side note: strangely enough, stationery stores have the same pull. Go figure.)

The said make-uppy store was having a sale on their liter 'poos so I decided to take advantage, as I'm almost out. And since cousin Kati has grad-eated from her school, she's spoiled cheap things such as Green Fruit for me - saying such is horribly bad for hair. sigh. So, when normally bank breaking materials are on sale! Woo-ee!

Ahem. The narration continues below.

I'm at the store for awhile, deciding which to get. I won't bore you with the details.

In the normal store etiquette, I refuse help from Salesperson #1 because I'm still looking around. Then, as I decide what I really am to get, I accept help from Saleperson # 2. Thankfully she even had an established opinion on which tinted moisturizer to use.

(Other side note: for some reason, talking about specific cosmetic products publicly is reminiscent of talking about bras and other feminine products. I think I have issues. Side note within side note: Are there any of the female gender who are happy that there is finally an equality of embarrassing commercials?? If it wasn't so embarrassing, perhaps I would blog about it.)

Time is spent texting said cousin about some Buzzy products she had wanted me to check out. Deciding

Then, I decide to find some blush. I can't believe I'm writing this. 

After realizing it's past time for me to go, I look to Salesperson # 3 who refers me to Special Product Rep Lady. She shows me the product, tells me I should try Plum, because even though some people are afraid of Plum, because it's purple, it would work really well, because it would bring our my blue/green eyes. 

First of all, my eyes are brown. 

Second of all, whatever.

This is the first incident: She sits me down in the chair, and says:

SPRL: Whoa! Your eyelashes are incredibly long!

Me: Really?

SPRL: uh, like, Ya. You probably get compliments all the time about them.

Me: Umm, not really.

SPRL: Oh, well you should.

Me: Oh, okay.

Then she proceeds to cover my entire cheek with said Plum blush.

SPRL: See, don't you see how nice it looks?

Me: mmhmm. 

My head: Ya, especially since it covers my entire face!

Me: Well, thanks for your time.

I then proceed to the line to check out.

This is Ego Stroking Moment # 2.

Salesperson # 1 AND Special Product Rep Lady both come over to me in a hurry, and ask me where I got my shoes.

Wow.

I do think they're pretty neat-o shoes, and was happy they received a warm, albeit a bit creepy, welcome on their first showing in the NC. (Its been a bit too nippy for them the past little while.)

May you too be complimented on your abnormally long lashes, and your five-toed shoes by black wearing, cosmetic selling Sales Persons and Special Product Rep Ladies. 

The End.

Anyone else have random compliments they've been given?

umm, i think the world just stopped

So I know the last few posts have been about football, and so is this one.

The Arizona Cardinals are going to the Super Bowl.

Wow.

I think the end of the world is near!

That, and for the first time in my life I feel a desire to watch the darn game for more than the commercials.

Now that is the true sign of the end of the world!

quandary satisfied, sort of

Well, I was informed by my grandpa papa that there really isn't such thing as a fairweather Cardinals fan. There really isn't such thing AS a true Cardinals fan - if there is, they are few and far between.

So, me deciding to be excited for the Cardinals in winning their FIRST EVER NFC championship or something like that. In franchise history. So Arizona is in shock, not quite sure how to handle a winning football team.

We're used to baseball winning, basketball, fo'sho, and even at one point, hockey.

But football?

I think not.


Until now.

So, my goal is to convince my NC friends to root for AZ, because, well, if the Cardinals win, then their loss won't be so in vain - isn't it so much better to be beaten by the winner, instead of the loser?

The one difficulty will be my friend from PA, who wears her Eagles jersey throughout the year whenever they won. The Eagles have real fans.

But, I did buy a Cardinals shirt whilst still in AZ, just in case. (fingers crossed)

thought i'd share

I enjoyed the original movie, but oh is this spoof spot on!

when cleaning, one needs diversions

You Belong in 1953

You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!

What Year Do You Belong In?

draft 2 book: the city of dreaming books

I read this book right before I started packing everything up, so I never finished the post that I started.

Because it's so much later, I won't spend that much time, either.

...

Even more time has now passed. It's been months since I finished the book. I even put sticky notes in the page where there were passages I wanted to share, but that will just have to wait.

I do remember that I enjoyed the book - Walter Moers is an imaginative author. I've enjoyed the two kids books I've read, the one mentions, and Captain Bluebear.

If you can get your hands on these books, read them! You will not be disappointed.

draft 1 from writing my paper

I wish we had openings like this on US tv.

Umm Kulthoum biopic

housekeeping

It's time to clean up the bloggie. Finish any drafts, and finally update those links on the left.

And in closing, my sympathies to those who attend OSU. As much as I've loved the bowl game season, I was rooting for those Buckeyes.

a moral quandary

Hmm.... Arizona Cardinals against the Carolina Panthers.

No, I've never been a huge football fan, but I do like to be a fair-weather fan where possible.

But which weather should I choose?

I do tend to lean towards warmer weather, but will that get me in trouble at home (in NC... Too many homes!)?