Archive for February, 2006
Happy Valentines Day!
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 14, 2006
SMILE.
Its that day again.
uh-huh!
Valentines Day.
And even though I have no “official valentine”
Its that day again.
uh-huh!
Valentines Day.
And even though I have no “official valentine”
there are a couple of people who will be getting something sweet from me.
Chocolate, with cream cheese icing.
Ummm.
So to everyone who loves me,
and those who like me,
just a little,
or maybe are just beginning to like me,
or love me,
I love you too!
Well, I was going to go to sleep, but…
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 14, 2006
The downstairs neighbors are um, how can I put this delicately, making noise?
Not that I am mad or anything, I mean bully for them and all, but I can hardly sleep with all that racket.
How my sister answers the phone
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 14, 2006
“Top of the world, God speaking,”
I’m not making it up.
We have the most fun.
You should hear the messages she leaves on answering machines.
Long, involved rambles, sometimes lasting for 2 to 3 minutes. I absolutely love them. Sometimes I just let her leave a message, so I can have a good laugh. Then I call her right back.
She is a delight.
I hate answering machines. I call, expecting to talk to someone and all I get is a machine. It scares me. I feel intimidated. I babble. I make no sense.
I wonder is satin sheets are really nice to sleep on.
I like really soft cotton ones, myself.
Guess what I get to do tomorrow.
No, not that. I really wish, though.
No, my older sister works for a photography studio. They have a bunch of new backgrounds and poses to try for Spring, and they need models. I’ll get paid 10 bucks an hour for being short.
I think its kinda cool.
I hate chopping onions. Cause they make my eyes cry. And then my eyes start to get really tired. And then I get tired. I’m tired now, so I think I’ll try to sleep. Wish me luck, and I hope you all have a good night, too.
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 14, 2006
I was behind a vehicle, stuck in traffic and able to observe the couple in the car ahead of me for a good 10 minutes. It was an older car with lower seat backs;All I could see were silhouettes. He was driving and his hair was a military type cut. Probably marine. He was leaning towards her, at almost a 45 degree angle. He was talking and talking, probably yelling, judging from the way his jaw was moving. He was very tense, and his hand was moving almost constantly.
She was sitting in the passenger seat, leaning against the window, but still looking at him. She had a lovely profile. She kept touching her face as if she was was wiping tears…Maybe she was. other than that she was still, back of her head pressed against the window.
I don’t know what was said.
I don’t think I would have wanted to.
The tension was so thick I could have chewed it.
She was sitting in the passenger seat, leaning against the window, but still looking at him. She had a lovely profile. She kept touching her face as if she was was wiping tears…Maybe she was. other than that she was still, back of her head pressed against the window.
I don’t know what was said.
I don’t think I would have wanted to.
The tension was so thick I could have chewed it.
There was a carseat in the back.
I wonder what the baby thought of it.
My silhouette people turned off into the parking lot of McDonald’s. But I can still see them..
I wonder what the baby thought of it.
My silhouette people turned off into the parking lot of McDonald’s. But I can still see them..
Ramble
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 14, 2006
I think people who are in love are sweet.
My two year old has developed a habit that is driving me INSANE. She comes up behind me and grabs onto my pockets and hangs there. She’s ripped, beyond repair, two pairs of pants this week. I have developed the instant drop to knees defense, but she did it today when I had a cup of scalding liquid in my hands, so it was rip pants or scald both of us.
We had a long talk about it, and she said she wasn’t going to do it anymore….But she’s two. We’ll see.
I think Hillary Duff is really pretty. I say this after waiting in a checkout line for 25 minutes….Walmart, you know? I still think Orlando Bloom is prettier, though.
I made cookies tonight, and they are good. Really good. And then I made chicken soup with wild rice, which was even better.
I think dark chocolate is really good….ummm
Belle is the sweetest child ever.
I like cookie dough much better than cookies.
It has fewer calories, too.
I’m more afraid of tornados than I am of salmonella….
I’m really afraid of tornados.
I’m possibly going out on the town with Brekke and her friends tomorrow night, unless a better option should present itself…I know, not likely. I don’t mind going..I’m just hoping not to have the be the designated driver. I don’t mind, but if they ask me I have to stay until they do. I’d probably leave about 11 or so, otherwise. We’ll just have to see.
I’m listening to Nirvana again.
I’m debating changing cds…
Let me look.
hmmm
Josh Groban. Restful, singing in Italian, but I don’t have to understand to enjoy.
It makes me want to be in a hammock on a beach with a warm breeze fanning me, the smell of the ocean all around me as the sun sets over tropical waters…
I’d like a view of the stars as they came out, one by one, and I’d like to stay awake all night and watch them circle around. And when I saw a falling star, I’d make a wish, the same wish, everytime.
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 14, 2006
I spent an hour at the card shop, looking for cards for a couple of friends. My problem? They are all MUSHY! There is nothing wrong with mushy under some circumstances, but REALLY. Why can’t they have funny valentine cards for friends without the sap? I mean, a little card that says “HI” and “I’m thinking of you” shouldn’t be so gooshy…
I mean they might get the wrong idea and run screaming in terror…
That would be counterproductive.
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 13, 2006
Can you feel my excited energy?
I’m positively radiating it at the moment….
I love accomplishing things….
Something Sexy….If you are a cardigan welsh corgi
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 13, 2006
Click here for a racy picture….
Tag?
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 13, 2006
Out of morbid curiosity I went and did this Johari Window thing.
Mamame tagged me. I think this means I have to answer the questions she answered when she was tagged. SO here goes.
Jobs I’ve had
Babysitter
Wedding decorator
CNA
General Laborer for construction.
Movies I Can Watch Over and Over
What Dreams May Come
Children Of Dune
Ella Enchanted
Princess Diaries I &II
Musicals
Places I’ve lived.
Idaho
South Carolina
Utah
Oregon
Las Vegas
Washington State.
Four Shows I Love
Mythbusters
Good Eats.
Ummm………..Animal Shows………..Travel shows……
Four Places I’ve Vacationed
Oregon Coast
Florida
San Francisco
Las Vegas.
Four Of My Favorite Dishes
Chocolate….
This is the only food I will choose out of all those I love.
Four Sites I Visit Daily
Four Places I’d Rather Be Right Now
Someplace warm with wet sand between my toes.
Eating Chocolate
Kissing
Taking a bubble bath
And now, I’m tagging Kate. She is loads of fun. We’ve been best friends since we were 12.
Saturday….
Posted by nothingwitty in Uncategorized on February 12, 2006
I was hoping that a respite from typing would help my arm to not hurt, but the three days away have availed me nothing. Pain from the minute I sit down.
So. I have lots of things to talk about, but nothing to say. How is it that? Can’t tell yet. Hmmm.
Seems I need to ramble.
I really like champagne chocolate truffles. I ate one today.
Lets talk about “I Love you”. There are lots of ways to say it. Wesley in The Princess Bride said “as you wish” and meant I love you. My first husband said it a lot, but didn’t mean it. When he said I love you, it was spat out, like poison from the mouth of a viper. Accusingly. Like why should I love you when you are such an awful wife. Why am I wasting time with you. You aren’t what I want.
The first time J. Said it, before all the drugs and crap, took my breath away. He really meant it. Now, in the last year and a half when he’s said it, it was absently, and an afterthought, or quickly, something to be done and got over with. The last time he said it was Christmas Day. Woo Hoo. What a present. I bet he was glad to get that chore out of the way for another year.
I would like to be with someone who wanted to say I love you when they woke up in the morning, and before going to work, and during phone conversations, and when coming home at night and I think it would be lovely if that was the last thing you heard before going to sleep.
Maybe this sounds like a lot of I love yous, but you really can’t hear it too much. Or at least I can’t. It’s like kisses. Kisses are wonderful.
Hey Lily, was this what you meant by “hints?”
When you hear “I love you”, you should hear JOY in the persons voice.
It shouldn’t be a burden. If its a burden then maybe you don’t really mean it.
I’m in the mood for chicken. I think I have chicken in the fridge. I made chicken for dinner.
I’m making an apple crisp for family dinner tomorrow.
And then Kate and I are going to go get pie.
I don’t like pie crust.
But I do like pie.
I wish my gym was open right now.
Shall I tell you a sad story?
Belle bought her daddy a valentine gift. All right, I did. It seemed like the decent thing to do, you know? I let her give it to him, and the look he gave me was just cold, cold, cold.
What do you think? Am I getting a dozen red roses for V-Day?
“No, I don’t think so either,” the girl said with a humorous smile on her face.
I’m not expecting anything, either. I’ve already said that I’m boycotting V-day, and perhaps I meant it….
I do have one friend I’m sending something to, and maybe three. But only because they are good friends. And they deserve it.
I’m eating a chicken leg. It’s pretty good.
I wasn’t hungry at dinner.
Nirvana’s Unplugged in New York is good listening…..
Oh, yeah….
So in spite of the somewhat depressing post I just typed…Just know….
I’m feeling perky. And peppy. And almost ready to explode. Why? I’m not saying. Not saying at all. Its enough I’m feeling this way.
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