Irony/music

Irony: Marina and the Diamonds sold out Center Stage and has been around for only about 3 years. Rachael Yamagata is playing a smaller venue and has not sold it out; she's also been around for almost 10 years.

Rachael Yamagata is amazing. What is it that holds her back professionally so that she can't sell out a venue holding 2,000 seats let alone 400? Or is Atlanta behind the curve on truly talented artists?

Thirsty Thursday!

It's drinking on the patio weather. Been in the 70s and 80s now for almost a month. My new drink is the cheap and easy margarita, not cheap tasting though.

In a 10 ounce glass add:
6 ice cubes
2 shots tequila
1 shot triple sec
1 shot pomegranate juice
"Fill" remainder of glass with Tropicana Limeaid

I stir it around for a minute but it barely needs to be mixed, certainly doesn't need to be put in a mixer unless you like it chilled, straight up.

Now that's a patio sipping drink for sure. If I'm lucky, I'm on my way home to have one.

I've reached the point where I know I'm turning into my mother

Commonly known fact among family and family friends: my mother makes extremely goofy faces when she's being silly/funny.

I was in the kitchen juggling (and I use that term loosely) my coffeemate creamers and all of a sudden I felt the contorted discomfort in my face. Immediately I saw a flash of my mother making her "goofy" face and I shook my head at the fact that I was indeed making that face.

As the days go by, I realize just how much of my persona I'm still acquiring from my mother. Now, instead of mimicking my mothers voice when I'm saying something she previously said to me, I just say it like her naturally when I'm voicing my own day breakdown. Honestly I shouldn't be surprised since Mom and I have been confusing callers with our similar voices since I hit high school. Her cellphone voicemail message was me up until a year ago. Now, though, my pronunciations and intonations are also just like my mothers.

I have acquired a few bad habits of my mother's as well - even when I'm just slightly annoyed, I get "a tone." In my house "a tone" means I'm getting to that annoying/bitchy pitch where I constantly sound like a NJ housewife. Yes, mom, you do that too.

Thank God I have the mellowness of my father.

Impatience and new technology

While waiting for this guy to meet us (to buy stuff we are selling on Craigslist like the sketchy freaks that we are) I got bored. It happens.

What I'm about to share with you is what happens when I get bored. I take pictures of myself. I don't even know why because half of the time I hate them. But most of them weren't too bad. I desperately need a haircut though. I can't remember the last time my hair was this long.

Well, enjoy the pics. I'm off to go lose an hour of sleep.

Life and music

This post was prompted by my extremely random 'genius' mix. Pictures below of the playlist, only missing 'Scream' by Michael and Janet Jackson. I have no idea how iTunes genius results are delivered now... a gerbil on a pinwheel in an iMac, perhaps? Because no real, live human being would make this a playlist except possibly Mary Moline. Eh, Mo?

Well the loft is coming along well. Still need bookcases and a pot rack but really coming together nicely. Today may bring a pot rack as C wants to go to some antique places. While I sit at home jamming to music and finishing my taxes. (Listening to my jack@@@ neighbors upstairs stomp around and scrape stools and chairs all across the room.)

Hope everyone has, or had, a great day!

Life is easier for the gluten tolerant...

Lately we have had free food at work... cake, bagels, cookies, etc. Every single thing that gets brought in has gluten in it. Unfortunately I'm a sucker for free. Finally today - after probably about a week of eating gluten despite the fact that I am highly intolerant - my body is revolting. Stomach churning, headache out of this world, and so extremely drained of energy. Why would a person willingly do this to themselves you ask? I don't know. Because life is easier if I eat wheat... until it's not.

I'm at a loss. I know how terrible I feel after eating gluteny goodness but for some sad, stupid reason I sometimes stray. Why? What the heck is wrong with me? /rant

On a positive update: I should be posting more pictures of the new place soon. We're this |-| close to having it mostly setup. Still a few boxes to unpack and trash plus a ton of stuff to drop off at Goodwill and I will feel accomplished. Oh new home how I love you and hate you at the same time. ;)

Well, that's all for now. Pictures of new storage solution coming soon...

Grandpa Approved

So we have had some "issues" since we moved into the loft. The lighting fixtures were bad and went on and off when the movers were here. The lighting is the bathroom was practically non-existent. The stove top didn't work. Plus much more including a collapsing closet.

To make matters worse, we could not hook up the dryer for the life of us. The hose inside the wall is fubar. And our connector hose was super long and not very flexible. Well, it took us a week but between a new hose, gorilla glue, and Great Stuff that sucker is not going anywhere. Grandpa M would be so proud of C and me.

Now, the part he'd be most proud of was C's brilliant idea. Our drying rack broke. It's crappy plastic and from Target so I didn't expect much but it hit the ground 1x and a very important chunk came out of it, stupid piece of crap. So Clarice got out the gorilla glue and I held it shut. We glued that sucker together. Then she decides she wants a just in case method so she pulls out the duct tape and wraps it up in the duct tape. I honestly don't think the thing has been so erect; it's perfect! Grandpa M applauded from Heaven. Holla!