So much

I am so angry, I'm nauseous
I am so proud, I'm silent
I am so tired, I'm almost apathetic.
I am at a loss.

Also, I hate how accurate my horoscope is:

Good Morning

I think I have taken to snoring. I'm not sure because the majority of my sleeping is done alone, and when not alone I'm am with someone who snores to make white noise (that is the claim, I love the guy).
Anyway, I keep waking up with a dry, scratchy throat. I'm not sick and I doubt I'm dehydrated- so, I must be snoring. If my body can suddenly pick up snoring, then there must be someway to get it to stop. But how?

This is going up at The Shork...maybe those creative folks will have a solution.

Curious

How is it that women are so easily effected by their mothers?

Vote, Bitches!

I voted on Friday...over achiever that I am. Not that you need the reminder, but please vote.

Query

So, would a pumpkin cake with pumpkin butter filling and maple icing be too much?
Should it be yellow cake with pumpkin butter filling and maple icing; pumpkin cake, pumpkin butter and white chocolate icing?
Here's what I know the pumpkin butter is staying, so what changes?

Lovely

Oh my word...these are beautiful. Its a shame that none of them will go with my formulaic costume this year, and I'm already too close to done with it to change my mind now. Imagine the costume that could be based around one of these:

I may just have to get one of the less intricate options anyway.
I love etsy.

As it happens

So, it turns out the the special request I had the other day, has a title...in fact this behavior of mine has a title. I am a food-pusher. Yep, I am.
And I'm keeping it up...for example tomorrow night Speed Racer will be played at Matt's house (8:30 pm, you are invited). Tonight-with the cover story of being a hostess-we are making cookies. And I expect the people who show up tomorrow to take the cookies away when they leave. I'm even putting them on paper plates to make it easier for the cookies to leave my presence.
Signing out,
Food-pusher extraordinaire (that' s me!)

the menu for tomorrow:
Orange Brownies
Coconut Cookies
M&M Brownie Cookies
popcorn

Hi!!!

You know who just found my blog? Amanda! Hi Amanda!

Special Request

I want to bake. I love baking...but this damn diet keeps me off of the good things about baked foods (simple carbohydrates, fat, sugar, flour, high energy density awesome-ness). So here's the thing, I need someone who wants to eat and remove from my presence the cupcakes, cookies, blondies, brownies, pies or cakes that I may or may not end up baking. Here's what needs to happen, we set a side a time to bake, we bake, I sample one serving of baked good (you sample as many as you want), we enjoy eachothers' company, you go home with the baked goods in question. You can do whatever you want with them, just don't let me have 'em.
I warn you, I am good at baking...you will want to eat the food I make. I want to eat the food I make, hense having you take it away. It is best if you are not on a diet.
Or, I could get over it and understand that my desire to bake is more just a desire to eat baked delicisiosness and move on.
So, let me know or make me learn. Either way is good.

Nice Guy

"In 1891, Robert Louis Stevenson received a letter from a Vermont girl named Annie Ide. Her birthday fell on Christmas, she said, and she seldom received birthday presents.

He replied with a document decreeing that "I, Robert Louis Stevenson, … in consideration that Miss Annie H. Ide, … was born, out of all reason, upon Christmas Day, and is therefore out of all justice denied the consolation and profit of a proper birthday; and considering that I, the said Robert Louis Stevenson, have attained an age when we never mention it, and that I have now no further use for a birthday of any description; … HAVE TRANSFERRED, and DO HEREBY TRANSFER, to the said Annie H. Ide, ALL AND WHOLE my rights and privileges in the thirteenth day of November, formerly my birthday, now, hereby, and henceforth, the birthday of the said Annie H. Ide, to have, hold, exercise, and enjoy the same in the customary manner, by the sporting of fine raiment, eating of rich meats, and receipt of gifts, compliments, and copies of verse, according to the manner of our ancestors."

He charged her to add "Louisa" to her name, "at least in private," and to use the birthday "with moderation and humanity"—and he directed that if she neglected these conditions the birthday would revert to the president of the United States. She didn't."

Found on Futility Closet...one of my favorite internet sources for trivia.

Two Things

First, if there is anyone who is not Ben that reads this thing, go here. You'll like it.

Next: I have been holding on to this link for quite a while, intending to share. So now I share.
My band's name is: Grenadian British
The title of my first album: A Little More Sincere
And the cover:


Spiffy, no?

Overkill

In my purse I have five packs of gum. Four of them have been opened, all of them are different flavors. I have Trident Original Flavor (which is always, always in my purse). I have Extra Cool Watermelon. I have Extra Classic Bubble.I have 5 Flare (Cinnamon). The one that is not open is Trident Xtra Care, Cool Mint.
I barely have an excuse, I like gum-obviously a lot. I hate running out (I buy 2 or 3 packages of Trident Original from Costco at a time). I'm going out of town this weekend...and I don't want to run out while I'm in the country?
However, this collection has accumulated over a couple of weeks because I like to try different types of gum. Usually I just toss an extra pack of Trident in my bag and keep a spare in my glovebox.
I may have lost it for good this time. Over gum. I may have lost it when I decided keeping a spare pack in my car was a good idea.
Crazy, again.

Priorities

I have been getting near daily reminders that life is short. Everyone's time is so limited and we have no realistic hope of knowing when it will be our turn. So the question is how do we manage our short time?
Do we fight to experience? Do we create our own "bucket list"* now? Do we savor every moment? Take our time, let life happen?
Do we force our lives or mold them?

Here's what I haven't figured out. Everyday I consider the people I value and treasure their existence. I accept experiences, but in most cases, I don't force them to happen to me. I make mental lists and follow them out. Through all that though, am I doing the right thing for myself? Should I make a life list? I have a smaller one in my head, but if I write it out will it encourage me or will I be pushing my own little zen-balance out of whack?


*pardon the phrase

A little peak

Depression is selfish. Yes, it is many other things--debilitating, frustrating, painful, and ceaseless. However, sitting on the outside-depression is selfish. It eats joy presented to it, it tears apart happy moments and it destroys opportunities. And yet, we are supposed to support it, supposed to perk up an be happier for it, in the hopes that it will go away.
I am patient, I will dole out the happiness and the love and the support. However, depression is a drain--in its selfishness, it is pulling out what I have to give and I worry that it will eventually pull out all of it.
Depression makes me worry about worrying. It makes me angry and sad and frustrated and I wish it would go away.
So, there is a little peak into my thoughts for the day.

Everything is fine, everything will be fine. We are all doing great.

My Baby Will have to Choose Between the Dutch-Irish and the German-Welsh Gangs

You want to know who you are better than? These people.

What of it?

Yep, I post once a month. Not because I have nothing to say or my life is boring, I think it is because of the opposite actually. I am a busy girl and computers are rather low on the totem pole of things that need attention.
Of course then there is this, I am a proud animal who values privacy. The combination of the two limit the stories I can tell. They take out stories about other people, stories about the nitty-gritties of my life and stories that will make me blush when I tell you in person. Yep, so for a girl who has a lot going on, I limit what I say to the Internet.

Here's a little thing though, I googled a friend's romantic interest the other day and it turns out the interest is the captain of a miniature golf team, that happens to be league affiliated. This makes me happy for my friend, it means the interest has a powerful sense of humor-which will be needed if a relationship forms, because sometimes my friend can be a pain in the ass.

Still Alive!

One of my bosses has a client who is above 80 and as spunky as a 10 year old. However, she is aware that her time is limited and has made the end of life decisions about how she should go and how her death should be treated. She is very firm on the DNR front and generally refuses any medical help beyond the most basic of preventative care and maintenance. She has decided, that when she dies, she wants to die at home, and she knows that at her age there is no telling when she will die; since she lives independently, she has made an odd request of my office, that we have been happy to fulfill.
We call her twice a week to make sure she is still alive. Tuesdays and Thursdays we give her a call at 10 a.m. to make sure she's still kicking. This is something that the whole office has become invested in, even though I am making the phone call for just one of the businesses (there are 6 businesses total)...consequently, after the call I holler out (in an office appropriate volume level)-"She's alive!"
Today is Thursday, I called this client this morning--only to find out that she wasn't doing so well...today is her birthday and she had to cancel her party because of an ear infection.

My boss is convinced she will outlive us all.

Links I Have Been Loving

I know, I am a terrible person, I don't write anything for half-of-forever and now I am just giving you some links, bad me, etc.
First, there is this- drunk history is brilliant history.
Then, this- consider this an open challenge to all my male friends for 2008.
And now, this- which will either improve or ruin the game forever.
This is for the Dutch, did you know they are willing to salt everything (even coffee)?
Here is one of the reasons why my children might turn out different.
This is pretty darn amazing, I am so glad I know people who will use it.
Also, I am a word nerd.

Ben, this one is pretty much for you. (Also, I now extend my internet congratulations to you and Nicole on the engagement)

Lastly, if you are feeling generous, I desperately want one of these, absolutely genius.

I shall have to continue this list later. Really, a lot of these links are here are to help me clean out my bookmarks (and I like sharing).