I luff her.

It only just occurred to me that Apollo bars are the only food in the hatch with a brand name. Lost makes me feel dumb.

Reading: 1984
Headache – y/n: y.

Is there really no listing for Andy Kaufman in the social security death index?

Here’s a boy & his puppeh:

Last night there was a surprise 50th birthday part for John. Actual surprise = success. He made off with lots of gifted bottles of scotch.

But not before Drew and Mikey had some…

(lovers’ quarrel?)

(theologians.)

All of these people are having babies (except that grandmother of four in the back). I’m jealous.

Home sweet home.

Last week I decided that Paisley’s growth has slowed and she’s not going to get so much bigger that she’ll outgrow a bed, so I finally got one for her.

She loves it much more than a pile of blankets on the floor. She’s already starting to eat it, though. I hope ikea keeps their $8 dog baskets in stock until she’s out of her chewing stage of life.

I told Mikey and Drew this story last night and they demanded to know why I didn’t blog about it, so I shall:

A couple of weeks ago I got to work before everyone else and was locked out, so I sat down on the floor with my back against the wall to listen to music while I waited for someone to show. After I’d been sitting there for about ten minutes (in my coat) one of the resident homeless men came by and offered me some of his food.

Do I look scraggly or homeless in any other way? I mean, it was totally nice of him, but it made me feel really bad. I’m pretty sure I showered that morning.

Drew will never let me live this down.

Listening: The Elected

RIP, blog entries back to November. I probably won’t miss you.

So there was some kind of catastrophe with the servers that our websites are on this weekend and nothing from the past few months could be restored. This doesn’t concern me too much – I tried to fix the links that had been added/deleted in that time, and at some point I will add the little “what I’m listening to” box back into the sidebar. Mikey lost a whole bunch of stuff, and his email and all of his band pages are on those servers, too. Oops. If I cared about eternally preserving these entries I would write them in a notebook, not put them on the interwebs.

Anyway, not a lot happened in my absence. I made some new things and listed them for sale in my shop. Some necklaces a few days ago (the housewife is my favorite) and some more fun plastic earrings this afternoon (more beads in the mail today!):

I’ve also been making lots of stuff for Danielle’s show and trying to figure out how to display what. Maggie made TEN bags and fifty cards and is getting those in the mail, which I can’t WAIT to see. I’ll be way more confident with MAGGIE’S goods on my table! I’ve been getting stuff from Etsy-ers left and right, and Etsy as a whole is sending me some promotional stuff from their press team. So far the people coming the furthest to this show are from Wisconsin and South Carolina. Not FROM those places… they’re WV boys… you know what I mean. I’m really excited / sad / nervous / excited / sad / nervous.

It snowed a whole bunch and Paisley LOVES it. Photos under the cut of frozen campus (I forget which one… they all run together. I know it’s not Mikey’s) and of her playing. I found a remote corner with big drifts and no people/streets so I could take off her leash and let her run. At first she freaked out and pressed herself against my legs, scared of her new freedom and the weird fluffy white stuff. Then she RAN… it was the most adorable clumsiness I have ever witnessed. She kept falling and grunting and rolling and flailing around. By the time we got home she was soaked and shivering and still wanting more.

What else. My tonsils are swollen. I probably shouldn’t have them… this happens every year. I’ve watched six episodes of season two of LOST in the past few days, and finally caught last Wednesday’s episode online just before they removed it from the site for copyright infringement. It’s on at seven again this week, and sometimes I have to work until seven or after. I think this means that I will finally have to learn how to program a vcr to tape something for me. I’ve never in my life had something worth taping. I need to talk to someone on the phone. Last night I called Meggan & Angie, who weren’t home, my parents’ house, which was busy, and Jess, who was out somewhere (but Dustin was watching Lost - I’m so proud!). I gave up and watched Lost, too.

I got most of our taxes done today and Mikey has to do his fafsa tonight. Bills are paid, letters are waiting to be mailed out, the floor is swept. I love getting things DONE. I hate my JOB. It keeps me from getting things DONE.

The dog and the laundry still need washed. Eh.

Ok, photos. Then eating cereal and then boiling old vinyl records. Nothing good, I promise.

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