Dermatology

$300 later, and my skin is worse than ever!

Rahm Emanuel

Rahm Emanuel, you have my wholehearted support as next white house Chief of Staff by sole virtue of your name.

What a name! It fills my heart with melodic satisfaction.

Rahm Emanuel. I would give my first-born son that name, except he's already stuck with Grigg. Rahm Emanuel Grigg? Maybe.

Book Quote Game

Rules:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now. I said the "nearest", not the one you think is the coolest, smartest, or most hip.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post your sentence in a comment here. Include the title of book and author.

Please consider the environment before printing this e-mail

I love it when people have that line at the end of their email, under their signature. It makes me feel like I know a little something more about that person that I probably wouldn't have learned otherwise. Like, out of the blue, after an otherwise impersonal email, I suddenly see a little bit of a personal side.

It makes me think, "oh, that's nice. you are doing your part." and then I get a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

I am seriously considering adding that line to the end of my emails. "Please consider the environment before printing this e-mail."

How nice.

Ingredients in a Jack in the Box Side Salad

1. Iceberg lettuce.
2. three cherry tomatoes.
3. two slices of cucumber.
4. shaved carrots.
5. grated cheddar cheese.
6. croutons.
7. dressing.
8. flimsy plastic fork.

The Most Shocking Target Experience Ever.

Sometimes going to Target can be surprising. Like when you tell your family it's Family "Wear Clothes That Don't Match" Day at Target, and then you show up and find out it's really not. (Please notice the fake hair attached to my ponytail.)




















There are also those times when you go and find out that they don't sell pipe cleaners. Or that a shiny new notebook with flowers on it is really only $1.05.

But then there are those Target trips that leave you reeling for days.

Look at me. Still reeling.

On Friday night, Seth and I followed up our Chinese dining experience with a trip to my favorite retail establishment to get Seth some shoelaces. I walked in, saw the glory that was the matching scarf-and-mitten sets and gigantic handbags, and thought: hey, what a great time to get some ideas for Christmas.

So I asked Seth to please point out everything that he would like to see under our Christmas tree this year, and he agreed. We proceeded to walk through the store, me pointing at everything in sight, saying "I WANT THAT. AND THAT. AND THAT." Man, there were shoes, dinner plates, skirts, kitchen appliances, napkins, pillows, tree ornaments, bouncy balls, vases, fake leaves, mirrors, picture frames, lamps, rolling pins, headbands, earrings.... you name it. Target has it. And it's cute.

And Seth? Nothing.

NOTHING.

Clothes? Nah. Wallets? Nope. Travel accessories? No. Kitchen gadgets? No. Video games? okay, he wants a wii. but not happening, sorry. Video games for the system he already has? No thank you. Trifle dishes? um. Potpourri? for girls. Toys? No. DVDs? No. Books? not going to be read. CDs? that's what iTunes is for.

Sure, he liked the ipod touch, but said he didn't really want it. He doesn't want to carry around both a smart phone and a smart mp3 player. too bulky.

So, here I am, one Target trip later, none the wiser about what to get stinkin Seth for Christmas.

I ask you: How is this possible?

So.

So, this is just to say: if you're starting conversations/blog posts with the word "so," I'm onto you.

"So I've been thinking about coloring my hair purple."
"So my uncle was recently arrested for murder."
"So I just wanted to mention that I recently secretly married a Portuguese model."

Yes. I get it. It sounds more casual. You are just WAITING to be interrupted with someone saying, "wait--WHAT??" and maybe laughing in disbelief at your debonair approach to the situation.

I'm not going to deny it: I do it all the time.

Also:

This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
























And:

This is Just to Say

I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in
next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.

Words I Hear Almost Every Day

said in frustration:

"WHY am I writing this story??"

A View I Would Not Mind Waking Up To

But. I would prefer it if they would put some glass in the windows first.

I went on a tour of some construction projects today that won this year's Smart Growth awards (I wore a hard hat). Guess who else was there.

The one. The only. DON WIMBERLY!














Yes, he is just as nice as he looks. He even remembered my name half an hour after I gave it to him.

(For those of you who aren't paying enough attention to the Boise elite, Don Wimberly is Boise State Radio's best reporter. Great voice. Great mustache. Speaking of which.)

Cute

My coworker is so cute. As another coworker was sailing out the door, she called after him, "See you on the flip-flop!"

I like her.

Next:

I can't wait to see the America's first FINNISH-AMERICAN elected to the nation's highest office! ah, that will be the day.























p.s. a gas station owner in Detroit spent $70,000 to change the name of his gas station to OBAMA.

Fig Newtons

Serving size: 1 cookie.
Yeah right.

Which reminds me.

I hate how lightbulbs only burn out right when you flip the switch

It makes me feel like it's my fault.