Pretty/Fancy

July 30, 2008

Being Unemployed is a Lot of Work

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I am touched by the public outcry for another blog! (Ok, 2 people)

I’ve felt a wee bit ill the last few days… yesterday Superhero Jen and I went on a traditional Professionally Awesome adventure… which involved shopping, shopping and more shopping! I mean, what better time to spend money when you don’t have a paycheck, right?

FIRST there was the earthquake… I was at Jen’s when it started (well, and when it finished, too). We hung on to the bookshelf for the dear life of her records. What amazes me, is that even after living here 8 years, I STILL do not grasp immediately that it is an earthquake. NO, I think it is something completely random and implausible… 

First earthquake… I say… HOLY SHIT! Someone just dropped a piano!!!!!!!!! 

Later earthquake… I am in my car at the gas station… and I think… FUCK, just what I need. Someone just rear ended my car!!!

Yesterday… I think… WOWWWWW… Jen’s cats are running around like TIGERS!

*sigh* Maybe next time.

We started off at Urban Outfitters, where Jen bought a few things, and we got more than a few ideas for our own fashion designs. In this stretch, we also hit the mega newsstand, Pier One, M. Frederic, and Longs Drugs. I bought nothing, but managed to look at EVERYTHING. Also, a homeless man in a wheelchair outside Longs with grey dreads goes… “Pull up your pants, girls, pull up your pants!!!” which made me laugh on the inside. 

We then drove out to the Empire Center and feasted on veggie burritos at Sharky’s. They tasted good at the time, but the overload of visual stimuli combined with the burrito and heat would get the better of me later on. At The Great Indoors, I complete one item on my list… and buy my coveted Fiesta dishes. Yay! 

Then we went into Best Buy and I assessed the computer situation… and yet… did not buy one! I got the great idea to check Costco first. By great idea, I mean total waste of time… but Jen and I laughed our way through Costco, getting lost, and not pulling up our pants.

Then it was off to Loehmanns. I love Loehmanns…. but this is where the shopping overload forced my brain to reboot. I was seeing spots and feeling overheated and very, very ill. I managed to sit down in the shoe department and fan myself while Jen tried on clothes. Official crazy lady in the shoe department = me. Even crazier, because my nephews called and I had the tone of voice you have when speaking to/trying to understand a five year old.

YET, don’t count me out! I went and sat in the car for a bit, while Jen paid for her items… and I RALLIED to go to Joanns. By now it is 6 pm, we began this adventure at 11. I am cursing and burping that nasty burrito, but I make it to Joanns, because Jen needs a dress form and I need a sewing machine. I hold my head out the window not unlike a dog, enjoying the fresh air, and praying I don’t throw up.

We get to Joanns, and they only have a Plus Size dress form in stock. Figures, I mean, this IS Los Angeles. It will take 4 to 6 weeks to order a dress form in Jen’s size… which is probably the amount of time it will take to make the cast out of duct tape, but we’ll see. I did emerge victorious with a Viking sewing machine, and sewing lessons to boot! It was even on sale, 100 off! Yay me!

This was my gift to myself for making it into the teaching program I applied to – where they only accept 10% of their applicants! Again, yay me! 

Maybe I’ll try to start writing in real sentences with proper punctuation and grammar in these blogs. Maaaaaaybe.

In other news, I am loving A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, though it is too heavy to float with. I may have to use another book for the pool reading.

Any recommendations for easy, fun, but not COMPLETELY brainless paperbacks? I like mysteries, not romances, etc.

July 26, 2008

I Know Why Kids Don’t Like to Read…

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Because we ask them to read boring books! 

I am 60 pages into The Red Badge of Courage, and I am putting it aside. It is Snore City, written in a difficult to follow style of writing. I was going to white knuckle it out, but life is too short for boring books. There are too many good ones out there! Maybe I will come back to it, maybe not. This is one of those books where I read three pages and understand NOTHING. I don’t have a clear picture in my head of the setting, I am not wrapped up in a narrative… I am just closer to sleep.

I also got to thinking… I wonder if the decrease in reading (with the increase in TV) is in any way associated with the increase in the need for ambien and other medicines in our culture. Maybe a doctor should prescribe “reading” instead of a pill first, just as an experiment. 

I am switching gears, and am going to start on A Tree Grows in Brooklyn…

July 25, 2008

Make it Work!

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Yesterday I spent the day “helping” Superhero Jen in her garage… by helping, I mean my presence helped keep her on track, while I turned a few of her shirts into some cool pieces. My favorite one – I turned one Abercrombie and Fitch polo shirt into a backless halter that is pretty hot, I must say. We weren’t so good about before and after photos. Next time for sure. 

Funniest line of the day… 

Me: We really need to get a dress form.

Superhero Jen: Y’know, you can actually MAKE a dress form out of duct tape. 

I think that statement actually defines Jen in a lot of ways. She takes DIY to a whole new level. It’s inspiring really. Even though I’d rather just pay $100 for a dress form, I like that she knows how to make one out of TAPE.

I then had a special treat to see one of my besties, Alie. Unfortunately, I had to drive to LAX at RUSH HOUR… it is only 20 miles and it took me 2 and a half hours. 2 and a half hours of me hatching a plan to convince Mark to move away from Los Angeles. 2 and a half hours of me, near tears… from frustration and clutch pain, swearing that this city is the fucking devil, full of selfish, devil-y people. I scowled. A LOT.

But seeing Alie was soooo worth it. We both cried, and had a good hour conversation before she had to take off on her next flight. I wanted to kidnap her, but… August will be here soon enough, and I can’t wait for her visit.

And in very, VERY sad news… my best friend since I was four’s father passed away last night. Definitely am keeping my thoughts and love with her and her family.

July 22, 2008

Summer Reading

Filed under: Books — by prettyfancy @ 2:14 pm
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I’m hooked on reading! You should be too!

I’m fortunate in the fact that I’ve always loved reading, and even more so to have the time to do it this summer. I just went to my favorite used bookstore in the L.A. area – The Iliad in North Hollywood, and bought six books for 25 dollars! Plus grabbed one from the free box outside!

So… over the next couple of weeks I will be reading the following books, I’ve either not read, or have not read in at least 10 years. The arbitrary reading order is by book height.

The Red Badge of Courage – Stephen Crane
This is pretty standard high school reading material… that was never in my curriculum. I enjoy Civil War era stuff, so I figured this would be a fun, interesting, short read.

 The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
Growing up along the banks of the Mississippi, I’ve obviously read this book… as well as visited all the Mark Twain sites in Missouri. It was a long time ago, though, and I really don’t remember it that well. So, that will be book 2. 

Light in August – William Faulkner
I’ve not read this, but one of my favorite subject matters is the South… I am a Southerner by family heritage and choice… so I am looking forward to this one, for sure.

The Blind Assassin – Margaret Atwood
Not read it. Heard it was great. International bestseller and winner of the Booker Prize. Atwood is a pretty damn amazing writer. Should be a treat.

Reading Lolita in Tehran – Azar Nafisi
Margaret Atwood says all readers should read it. So, I better listen.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – Betty Smith
*hangs head* I’ve actually never read this! Selected as one of the Books of the Century by The New York Public Library. I hear they know a lot about books.

Underworld – Don DeLillo
I’ve heard a lot of great things about DeLillo, but never read any of his work. Should be great, if not, it is heavy enough for a door stopper.

July 21, 2008

Hot For Teacher

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Recommended reading: Educating Esme. It is an interesting, fun, easy read… diary of a woman as a first year teacher in inner city Chicago.

 

I am really glad this weekend is over. I had been dreading it, preparing for it, and dreading it some more for the entire month. Huge sigh of relief. No matter the outcome, at least it is OVER. Well, this part, anyway.

All last week was my last minute studying for the Multiple Subjects CSET. This test is supposed to be easier than the single subject tests, though, you must know a LITTLE bit about EVERYTHING. I also had to take all three subsets (English/History, Math/Science, Art/Music/PE/Ed. Theory). While the actual content of the tests were not that difficult, you had to be prepared for anything… whether your essay was on Charlemagne , the origins of Shinto, or the locations of all the different Native American tribes and their time periods. The good thing about the CSET is that your goal is simply to PASS it. I think I passed the English/History subset, and the Art/Music/PE/Ed. Theory subset, but the Math and Science could honestly go either way.

I was banking on knowing enough about Chemistry and basic Biology to be able to just guess on the Physics questions. Sadly for me, there was an ESSAY question that began “Using your knowledge of Physics…” and then a second ESSAY about Artificial Selection of Tomatoes. Hm. Hmmmmmmm. Innnnteresting. Good thing I’m verbose and can fill up a page about nothing and throw in any physics word I know in the mix, that way I can at least get a 1 or 2 on them. 

Mark was adorable, sweet, and supportive and insisted on driving me to and from both the test on Sat. in Woodland Hills, and the interview on Sun in Inglewood. He even took me out for celebratory Indian food on Sat post test… and I promptly passed out afterwards from sheer exhaustion. I had been up late every single night, and the morning of the test was up at 5. Add a little Bengal Dal and samosas, and super happy Sheridan passes out.

Despite lacking the carpentry skills, Mark invoked Jesus’ giving spirit, sacrificing his life for mine on Sunday. Again, I was up late putting together my lesson plan on the Gettysburg Address. There were all sorts of debacles involving the printer… Mark getting very frustrated as usual, but nothing compared to what would come on Sunday.

The interview day went well, nothing spectacular nor humiliating to report. I did reflect that the “shitty” high school I took the CSET in, was the Taj Mahal compared to the building in Inglewood. I also just realized how much I LOVE being in a school. Don’t know what it is. Maybe the smell of school supplies?

Mark picked me up at the school, with my sweet treat surprise… my FAVORITE thing… a frosted sugar cookie from the bakery! As we are driving back towards the 405, remarking on the low flying planes (this high school might as well have been directly on an LAX runway), I look at the cookie a little bit confused. It didn’t have the traditional, thin and buttery white sugar cookie look. I just start looking at the label of the container. No big deal.

Mark: WHAT? WHAT IS IT?! WHAT’S WRONG?

Me: Oh. Nothing. Just checking the label… it kind of looks like a peanut butter cookie.

Mark: Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking serious? I THOUGHT SO TOO! I ASKED THE WOMAN? I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND AND GO BACK AND SLIT HER FUCKING THROAT!!!!!!!

Um. What? Trying not to laugh. Also thinking even if this SOB cookie is peanut butter, I am pretending it is a sugar cookie… as apparently mixing up cookie types is justifiable homicide.

Me: Oh, no, never mind. It’s totally a sugar cookie. Just thicker! It’s delicious! 

Mark: *SIGH OF RELIEF, TEARS IN THE EYE* DON’T FUCKING JOKE WITH ME ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!

Hm. Do you mean all foods or just baked goods?

Silence. Silence. Silence.

Mark (in a sing-song voice, peppy): How’s baby’s cookie???!

I bring up the fact that therapy MAY be in order, because his responses aren’t quite appropriate. The cause is not quite worthy of his effect. This becomes clear later at night, when I am opening up a trader joe’s bag of salad… and I hand it to him to open as it is tough for me.

He tries. Tries. Tries. Sighs.

Mark: Do you have a scissor in here???

First of all… I say “scissors”. The world is divided into those who say “a scissor” or “scissors”. 

Me: No, in the kitchen drawer.

I can hear Mark yelling in the kitchen…

“NEVER BUY THIS KIND OF SALAD AGAIN!”

I start laughing.

“I’m serious!!!”

Oooooooooookay, diva! I almost dissolved one of my anti-depressants in his hawaiian punch. 

Fortunately, he was able to laugh about it later when I brought it up that those kind of reactions are NOT NORMAL. We were both crying in ULS. 

Off to Aroma Cafe for dinner… yum! I think I am going to bike there! I hope they have sugar cookies!

July 18, 2008

Hello, Fancy!

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Yum. I am still full from last night’s feast at Foxtail with Mark and his very engaging and fun rep, Anne from The Food Network. As a foodie, I absolutely LOVE to go to new restaurants… and Foxtail was a total treat.

Anne swears she didn’t drop the FN name, but we were treated like full-on celebs. First of all, walking in… I gasped. The decor is just to die for. It is inspired by the 20s and 30s, prohibition era, art deco gorgeousness. One room is designed to resemble a cruise liner from the period, and the room we were seated in was just pure luxe. 

I suggested Foxtail because I’ve been dying to try it, as it is one of the newer, super hip places of all the young celebs. I mean, Pete Wentz had his birthday party there. If it is good enough for Ashlee Simpson, it is good enough for me. I just wanted to see what it was about.

This brings me to the things that DO intimidate me about Los Angeles:

1. VALETING MY SHITTY CAR AT A SUPER FANCY RESTAURANT. The hilarity of this will actually be a short story soon.

2. What I’m wearing

3. Makeup and hair

For those wondering, I wore a black flower print dress and my favorite black fluevog boots. Yes, I even insist on rocking the dress + boots look year round.

The Maitre D’ spent a lot of time at our table… and COMPLETELY spoiled us, with plates and plates and plates of items not even on the menu. Most notable were the fried oysters, though everything was perfectly delicious. I cannot tell you what everything was, simply because a) there were so many and b) it’s confusing to remember fancy food. My main course was a truffle risotto and it was delicious. I believe Mark was most impressed with the bread and salted butter. Which is typical Mark, not one for the unusual foods.

The chef… none other than Antonia Lofaso from Top Chef Chicago came out to speak with us as well. She was absolutely adorable and charming. 

My favorite part of the meal came with dessert… coffee came in a individual sized french press! This restaurant is all about the details… the demitasse spoons, the chocolate bread pudding in a mini-skillet. Another favorite thing, they make all of their fancy prohibition cocktails in a virgin form as well! The Kiwi Julep was to DIE for… 

I don’t even want to know what the bill came to. 

The funniest line from the evening… Anne was asking if anyone ever tells me I look like Kyra Sedgewick… and… well. No, they don’t. 

Mark doesn’t miss a beat…

“No way! Kyra Sedgewick has bigger boobs!”

Ahem. A-fucking-HEM.

We came home and watched Last Comic Standing, which I was glad that Iliza won again. Even if she is a bit of a bitch, she is really funny and talented. Papa CJ never should have made it to the finals anyway. UGH. So not funny, and so irritating. The name is not funny. Nothing is funny. But I LOVED Paul Foot. I am sad he is gone. Carrot Top never ceases to scare me… LAY OFF THE GYM, BRO. I’ve never really understood or liked prop comedy. I’m glad that episode is over.

Okay… off to study!

July 17, 2008

Misc.

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Where’s my scale? 

The worst part of unpacking is not knowing where something is among your plethora of boxes. We all start up packing with a great deal of logic… books, maybe even by genre, clothes (all clean), cds, dvds, etc… Towards the end of packing it is all just a mismash with a “MISC” label… with a box containing a Dwight Bobblehead, part of a guitar stand, books, and a box of crystal light. 

Now, I’ve been very patient in this “I-quit-smoking, gained-15-pounds, started-working-out-like-a-mad-woman” process. I’ve lived without my scale for over a month. I just want the fucker to check and see how much of this is muscle mass, and how much of this is Weinerschinzel. I am near giving up ever fitting in size 26 and 27 jeans again, and am okay with that because I have a pretty powerful kick. I just want my scale… and cannot for the life of me figured out what box it got placed in. One would think “bathroom”. 

In other news, the workout last night kicked my ass. Since I got kicked out of the beginners workout for being too fast earlier this week, I headed to the night workout a bit nervous. Rightly so. More intervals, and faster. I was the fastest one in the slow lane… but the two others in my lane included James, who started swimming after I did… and a guy who is at LEAST 75 years old. Nothing to really brag about. The whole workout was just 50 yard sprints. One after another. With minimal rest (like, 10 seconds… depending how fast you are) For an hour. Being the shortest and smallest in the pool, sprints are NOT my favorite. For each length of the pool, I have to do at least two more strokes as everyone else. My strength as a swimmer, so far, is really in just being able to pace myself… so longer distances work better for me.  

Post workout, my face was hot and red from exhaustion for at least 2 hours. I was also doing the “that workout kicked my ass” walk… which is less of a walk, and more FLINGING my feet in front of me, and not using my arms at any cost. Today, I am more than a little sore… but the real soreness will come tomorrow. 

Okay kids. Just wanted to say hi. Off to the library to study. I hope you are having a good day.

Oh… and I have a new favorite t-shirt… a gift from Mark for our 6th month anniversary… by my FAVORITE FAVORITE LABEL… L.A.M.B. In my favorite color – yellow (lemon)!

July 15, 2008

Clarifications, and other nonsense…

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I realized my last blog sounded a little bitter against certain people in the industry… and it isn’t that I don’t think they are quality people… It is more that I feel a great disconnect from them. Probably my own insecurities than it is anything else, as is the way with most human interaction. 

Again, with that interaction mentioned in my last blog… in no way do I think that being molested by your uncle is funny. Um. It is probably one of the most unfunny things ever. It is only funny in the way that it is the most horrible thing ever that it is shocking and makes you uncomfortable and gasp laugh. I’m not in a fraternity making rape and AIDS jokes. Making people uncomfortable is what is funny to me. Though, I am not sure why. 

Another thing that puzzles me… this dude Nate posted a comment about how boring my blog is. Which is fine and cool and you are more than welcome to think and say that. I approved the comment. I don’t get it though. It reminds me of people who write vile, horrible things on my friend Agee’s blog/vlogs… like “YOU ARE SO NOT FUNNY I HOPE YOU DIE. FUCK YOU!” And I just wonder, more than anything… who has that kind of time? If I find a blog boring… I don’t read it. I don’t read it even if that person is my BEST FRIEND. That’s how much boring things bore me. 

There are those people too, who love to critique blogs… I’ve seen those commenters on my friend’s blogs too… like “actually, it would be MORE funny if you said you molested your UNCLE…” and it’s like… hey, teach… take it somewhere else. This is MY blog. When I want criticism for the shit I write, I’ll take a class! I’ll submit it to lit journals for rejection… you Lonely Ugly Guy at Home, keep your comments to yourself… or don’t. I’ll just reply something equally (or let’s face it, more) harsh. Take it to the fucking forum. Take it to the chat rooms. Hey, start your own fucking blogs. 

So, just some ground rules, a-holes… this is MY blog. I am King, Queen, AND the Court Jester. You can agree, disagree, spill your drivel in the comment section… I may approve it, I may not. I may find an unflattering photo of you and post it. If you criticize me, just expect me to make some similar comments back… or perhaps disappoint you and not even have you be a blip on my radar.

July 13, 2008

A Pinball Wizard’s Got Such a Supple Wrist

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That line always cracks me up.

I love The Who… and I am confident I have my Midwest roots, and brother’s record collection I frequently stole from, to thank for my love of 70s rock. So, I was psyched to get to go to VH1’s Rock Honors: The Who last night… partly because of The Who, but mostly because Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters, Tenacious D and The Flaming Lips were doing the tribute. Like, WHAT? Yes, please!

I’m a lucky girl, and frequently get to go to these kind of awesome events, thanks to Mark… and Mark’s reps. I didn’t know it was going to be just a concert concert type thing, and I also didn’t know there were so many real deal Who fans… I mean, everyone loves The Who… but who still has or buys Who concert T-shirts? Whoooooo are you? Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Some work friends of Mark were sitting in front of us, and they were very nice. Though every time I am around “industry” (in the non-creative sense of the word) people, I just feel so out of place. I feel like I am back in college, smoking on the steps, and bitterly judging people. I was also reminded how my tattoo sort of divides people into people who “get it” and people who don’t. I have a tattoo on my arm that says “beautiful girl” in script. I got it about 3 or 4 years ago, and during a time of intense, intense emotional pain. I don’t really like talking about it with strangers, and I often forget that having a tattoo makes you a ripe target for people to talk to you.

Woman and Man: What does your tattoo say?

Me: Oh. Um. Beautiful girl. (turn to show)

Woman and Man: Oh. Ahh. I couldn’t see it. 

Me: Oh. Uh. Yeah. Uh. I often forget that it isn’t just there for me. It’s a long story. Most people think it is some sort of narcissistic thing, which it’s not. And… Uh. I always like to make some sort of horribly inappropriate joke to those people… like…

Woman and Man: Hmmm?

Me: Like… ‘oh, I got this right after I was molested by my uncle’

Woman and Man: (silence)

Me: I mean, I wasn’t molested by my uncle… I just mean… it is sort of funny to see people’s faces when you say that…

Woman and Man: (go back to talking to each other)

Ooof.

Thankfully, David Duchovny soon came on stage and introduced the Foo Fighters. I’m gonna say this… yes, they rock… but moreover, Dave Grohl seriously turns me into a 12 year old fan girl…. he is SO HOT!!! He is also on my short list of people who can wear black jeans and look sexy. Oh, Dave Grohl, I love you. Gaz from Supergrass came out to sing a song, but the sound was a little dodgy and it wasn’t that great.

Next Rainn Wilson dressed as TOMMY came out to introduce The Flaming Lips… who had a set up like the Javanese Gamalan, and Wayne Coyne was in a BUBBLE… like a big bouncy ball, and he was inside, crowd surfing. This was the best part, because their performance felt rushed and out of sync.

Incubus was next and was totally forgettable… with the exception of capri jeans, ripped white muscle shirt, and keds. 

Then Sean Penn came out… which had me say “WOAH!” as is. He introduced Pearl Jam, with a not surprising dig at VH1. Then Pearl Jam came out and did their AWESOME (in the awe sense of the word) cover of Love, Reign O’er Me, with a mini-orchestra and light show. Their set ripped us all a new asshole of ROCK. They are still so amazing… and I am not just saying this because I was obsessed with PJ back in the day, and still hold Vs. as one of my top 10 albums of all time. Maybe I’ll load some photos of my high school and first year of college room which had WALL SIZED posters of the band. I really thought I was going to marry Stone Gossard. Hmph.

After Pearl Jam, Adam Sandler came out to do one of those Adam Sandler type songs and introduce The Who. 

(Note: About this time, AFTER Pearl Jam, these two girls came in… and one of them was the SVP who interviewed me a few weeks ago for a position I didn’t get. UGH!!! Of course, I wanted to yell… “YOUR JEANS ARE TOO TIGHT! WHEN THEY MAKE THOSE LINES IN THE BACK, THEY ARE TOO TIGHT!!!” I feel more and more when I look into doing publicity, it just grosses me out. The interviews are always like rushing a sorority. A sorority of ALMOST pretty girls, who just hang out together saying unfunny things. Yep. There I am back smoking on the stoop, being rude)

So, The Who came on… which I was honestly dreading. Without Keith Moon and John Entwhistle, is it really The Who? Also, after an evening of montoges of Rodger and Pete in their prime, adorable, true punk rock ways… seeing a couple dudes in their 60s come out and sing the same songs, it is just uncomfortable for me. I am not saying they didn’t SOUND good, they did. But Pete Townsend, in a suit, doing the same loop-de-loop-arm playing made me pray he wouldn’t tear his rotator cuff. It’s just awkward. I mean, YES, it is THE WHO… but it is also like watching someone’s DAD remembering his glory days. It is enough merely to honor them. I mean, would we honor the Baseball Hall of Fame players by having them suit up and take the field? No, that would just make everyone sad. They should do something more low-key, in an Eric Clapton sort of way. Something age appropriate. 

I am also just against continuing using a band name, when IT IS NOT THE SAME BAND. 

Despite a possible gift bag, we skipped the after party at The W. As much as I love drunk, pretentious people, I have to be in the right mood to mingle. 

Plus, I have to swim this morning! In fact, I better get in a suit, stat!

Have a wonderful Sunday! 

xoxoxox

July 11, 2008

Poor Mark

Filed under: Moving, Uncategorized — by prettyfancy @ 10:18 am
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When I look around this gorgeous, gorgeous house… I sometimes just think… “poor Mark”. 

See, Mark is very organized and clean. I could show you the garage that is half filled with my car. His half is used for his collection of baseball cards, sports memorabilia, and comic books. Boxes and boxes and boxes of mint condition nerdom, organized by type and year. 

His side of the huge, walk-in, designer closet it completely unpacked and organized. 

Same goes for his sink and bathroom area. 

He also goes to work everyday.

Hmmm.

Meanwhile, my prized “possessions”… Willie and T, hop around, droppin’ poops occasionally, spilling hay over the box, looking ridiculously cute, and in Willie’s case… shedding more than any other animal on the planet. Seriously. This is a challenge to every other animal on EARTH, to compete with Wilbur’s fur reproduction.

Most of my closet is unpacked, but there are piles. Always piles of “what do I do with this?” 

My bathroom area is even worse.

Meanwhile, I have nothing but TIME to deal with these things. 

But there are naps to take, books to read, pools to splash in, cupcakes to bake, the CSET to study for… I have done all the dishes and laundry, done the errand running and grocery shopping. Still. I should unpack. And maybe swiffer a bit, earn my keep.

To add to Mark’s sainthood… he has not even MENTIONED the fact I’ve not done these things. He only reminded me to get more hay for the buns. Which T will remind me again by peeing on the floor, as punishment. 

So. Anyway. As much as I poke fun at Mark’s hair trigger hysteria… (which will continue to be endlessly entertaining to me)… Let’s also remember his generosity, kindness, big teddy bear hugs, adorable face, silly silly silliness, and putting up with all that comes with living with me day-to-day… 

And yes, Mark, all those things, too, that are not suitable for all viewers. Those things too.

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