New Songs

So, I've been going to group weight lifting classes con mi madre for the past little while and you know me and music...

Well I find myself singing the songs off and on. There has been one in particular that made me laugh when I tried to find it on You Tube to see who sang it and you know how bizarre the videos are on there. Not gonna lie, I was little bit horrified when I saw the first 15 seconds of this video, so I just hid it and listened to the song.

Werewolves of London

Warren Zevon - Werewolves of London
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OK so here's how it goes. I didn't feel like being all super mathy-minded and shrinking down the video, so my apologies to your eyes for the deprivation of the scary man with coke bottle glasses singing about the mucho macabre(sp?), not to be confused with the chupacabra.

In any event I thought I would show a few pictures from the dance. Don't know if I'll be wearing the outfit again this year, but whatevs. All pictures were copied from the fb.

I Am...

...now officially a Certified Home Stager, not to be confused with being certifiable...which I have been for years. Not sure that I will actually get much business with this though, as I plan on simply doing this by word of mouth.

In other news. It's starting to cool off a bit here, and my hands are already getting crusty. I'm pretty sure you all wanted to hear that too. But what with typing and all, I notice it quite a bit more. Time to go apply some lotion, clean, and work.
Also, food for thought. I'm thinking of going as the ring leader master of the freak show for Halloween. It was originally supposed to be a regular old ringmaster.



But then I realized...oh wait my thighs already look like that IRL, maybe I should nix the riding pants? So I decided to rework this vest thingy that I'd bought a while ago with the intention of altering anyway.




Guess I should have done before & afters. But the before was only the vest, no extra frills or anything (ie the back laces.) In any event the more I was trying to plan my outfit around what I already have in my possession, the more I realized how dark it was going to look. I guess that begs the Q of how to do the make-up without becoming completely dark. I have to do the trial run, sometime this week as the dance is on Flyday. Which reminds me as part of the planning committee I've got a million and one things to do before now and then. ACK!

Happy Birthday?

Alright, so I've maintained radio silence through the end of my semester. I passed my classes and have been lining up work for the summer. I was going to post a video here, but thought it might be a little too risque to those with virginian ojos. it's a clip from The House Bunny. I didn't realized until after I had decided to use this for my b-day postage, the age on the cake.

The part that is pertinent starts about :35 in, heads up.



That's right I'm 27. Insert involuntary spasm here.

Total.Nightmare.

OK so last night I had a dream or night mare really, that some how I had come to visit someone at my former sandbox place of employment, and had gotten suckered into working for them again to "help out." I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but it was awful!

My former Tyrannical Office Despot expected me to remember everything that I used to do however briefly I had done it before, and I couldn't remember at first why I had such trouble recalling things, but then I remembered. The reason was not because I'd been on vacation, but I'd been gone for over a year, and I wasn't on hiatus, but because they had fired me. The HNIC over the TOD was more unbearable than ever and the TOD was on a constant tirade and in my face about everything that I did or didn't do or could and couldn't remember. TOD was watching me work, leaning over my shoulder the whole time, just waiting for me to make a mistake...It was horrible!

Then when I had a moment's reprieve I finally started to think clearly, whereupon I had an semi-empowering realization, that if TOD came over again, I'd remind TOD that I was only doing TOD a favor and that I didn't HAVE to be there at all. Then I also realized that I had a return flight to catch, but I couldn't remember what the date was on the return ticket, and I needed internet access to find it, but of course for some reason they had had it removed, so you needed a password to get it. It was then that I decided I was just going to leave, and the dream dissipated. At which point I woke up feeling really weird. Definitely a bad experience. One I don't hope to repeat any time soon.