i knew it

The spiders in my house have finally had their revenge. I always knew they hated the whole monthly sucking up with the vacuum cleaner. So now i'm going to die. Or get really cool superpowers, not sure which. But i'm voting for the second, that way i can quit my job, and climb walls, and save children from buses.

a new favorite song

Wait in line • ‘Till your time
Ticking clock • Everyone stop
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Woooohh
Do you believe • In what you see
There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe • In what you see
Motionless wheel • Nothing is real
Wasting my time • In the waiting line
Do you believe in • What you see

Nine to five • Living lies
Everyday • Stealing time
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Woooohh
Do you believe • In what you feel
It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe • In what you see
Motionless wheel • Nothing is real
Wasting my time • In the waiting line
Do you believe • In what you see
Ah and I’ll shout and I’ll scream
But I’d rather not have seen
And i'll hide away for another day
Do you believe • In what you see
Motionless wheel • Nothing is real
Wasting my time • In the waiting line
Do you believe • In what you see

-Waiting in Line • Zero7

sweet surrender

I give up. I'm exhausted. I know it's only for a couple more months, but I can't even think about all the things I HAVE to do. I mean, who's genius idea was it to allow women in the workplace. Now, we're expected to get out there, make as much money as men, and work 40 hours a week. And then there's laundry...oh sweet laundry, why must thou taunt me so? I think there are wildlife making their homes in our backyard. I haven't even looked out my kitchen window for fear of guilt. Lawnmower? We don't need no steenking lawnmower. And there's the contractors, and the installation guys. The bills...I need to sign up for online bill pay, so i'll stop having to call the 800 number collection agencies and explain that i just forgot to send in my payment...

And on top of all that, there's school. And a new season of the Apprentice. And it's campaign year, which means my husband is just a figment of my imagination. But if he Happens to be home for a day, I spend most of it alone in the office doing homework, who's stupid idea was going back to college?

I give up. I'm tired. I need sleep. I have bags under my eyes that could trip a rhino. Just 7 hours and one useless meeting to go. And then sweet surrender. My bed, my flannel PJs, my sanity. But wait, who's gonna mow the lawn?

always something...

bastard
Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

...interesting to see in New York City.

will power

So I'm back from New York City. Ready to crash. Desperately waiting for 4:45 when I jump in my car, turn up the radio and head north for class. Oh wait...crap. Well, with any luck i'll get in bed tonight before 11. Will only turn on computer to upload NYC pictures. Will not sign onto IM. Will not stay up into the wee hours talking to people who amuse me. Will get to bed, will get good sleep and will wear my flanel ferocious tiger PJ pants again.

Will wake up on time tomorrow morning, if i follow these simple rules.

sushi rocks my world

So I'm all packed for New York City. Rearing to go. Desperately waiting for 4:45 when I jump in my car, turn up the radio and head south. And although I'll get to see my cousin, my husband who has been gone all week, and Kitty, i'm really looking forward to the sushi. Jen and I have developed a tradition of sushi restaurants and green tea every time we get together. Lucky for us, there's a great place right up the street from her apartment. Living in Upstate NY, you tend to get more barbeque rib joints then upscale sushi restaurants, so this is absolutely a necessity for me. Last time we tried eel. Maybe this time we'll be courageous enough to try octopus...

a harsh, yet necessary stand...

Yes. I'm supposed to be doing homework, watching ER and then hopping into my soft warm bed for some sweet sleep, but i feel convicted to talk to you about something very important to me. It's something i've been noticing more and more everywhere I go. I can't escape it. I can't ignore it. And my gosh, I can't even fix it. It's what's known as the Mullet. Now, i'm not sure there was ever a time when mullets where popular. I don't remember seeing any of the cool guys in high school strutting their stuff down the halls with their hair flowing like an ungroomed dog's tail in the back. It's decieving, yes. From the front, a person sporting a mullet, looks very much, well, normal. but then they turn their head ever so slightly, and BAM! MULLET! It taunts me. It screams, "please cut me before i turn into a braid or worse, a dreadlock". There are those things every person can see fit to forgive even time after time. But mullets. Mullets have no place in society, no place in fashion, and any hairstylist who sees fit to create a mullet should have their beauty license revoked. This needs to end.

Please, cut your local mullet today.

solitude

solitude
Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

pardon our appearance.

I'm in the midst of prettying up the place a bit.

yoga to face facts.

I'm giving up the dream, the yoga dream. For about a year now i've made (little) effort to get started in the mornings with yoga and a healthy breakfast. This morning i hit the snooze button three times, jumped in the shower, rushed around my house, and grabbed a chocolate chip muffin at work (which really made my day so who cares). But you see, this is pretty much what happens every morning. Except minus the chocolate chip muffin, they only have those in the vending machine every once in a while. I'm just not a morning person. I need to accept this and move on.

Maybe i could try yoga at night?

the bad news is...

I completely stepped head-first "through" my closed sliding glass door tonight nearly breaking my own nose.

the good news is...I did a REALLY good job cleaning the windows today.

lemon tea and a blueberry turnover

pattiserie
Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

Nothing beats a quaint little bakery on a chilly autumn morning.

Been incredibly busy, still. Class is going well, but there's still all this looming college stuff to get worked out, transfer credits, financial aid, class schedules...oi. My web class is amazingly fun. It's three hours long two nights a week but it goes by so fast. It's still pretty strange to be back in school, all these 18-19 year olds sitting around me. I feel so old. Not to mention in a few weeks i'll be Another year older. I'm trying to have a good attitude about it this year, celebrate my womanhood, grow into my skin...but that's all crap. I'll most likely end up crying all day or drowning my sorrows in a vat of dark chocolate. And that's if it goes well.

There's a possibility i'll be going to NYCity next weekend. I hope it works out. I haven't seen my cousin's new apartment yet and even though i spent half a day (which is more time than i've spent with everyone else in the past year) with her in RI a couple weeks ago, it just never seems like enough time. Plus i'ld really like to see China Town and maybe hit the other side of Central Park. I'll cross my fingers for now. Oh wait, must type...

fall is near...

Sketch
Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

...and almost here. Very exciting. The leaves are slowly turning colors. Some have already made their way unwillingly to the ground. The night air is getting cooler and cooler and the need for AC is a thing of the past. Soon we'll be pulling on sweaters and picking apples and carving pumpkins...i love fall.

dumb

Girls are dumb. And take it from me. I'm a girl.

We get these attitudes. We're caddy. We gossip. We judge. We trick and test. We lie. We over-analize everything. We PMS. We stress. We get nasty tones. We have cat fights. We're needy. We can't just come out and say something, we have to say it in code. We hold grudges. We're snotty. We're annoying.

Girls are dumb. Thats why all my really great friends are boys.

chill in the air

Well in true fall fashion, I'll post my ode to sweaters here. I haven't had time to write so I hope this previously written stuff is enough to keep some of you interested in my site...

"Too Many Sweaters"

I have 36. According to my husband. He counts everything. I have three tubes of mascara (two of which are bad and I’m just too lazy to throw away), about a million pairs of shoes (37 to be exact), 2 curling irons, 5 pair of jeans, 178 Cds, 23 frames around the house (and that’s not counting the ones I have in boxes) and 36 sweaters. And did I mention that it drives him crazy?

"Honey, what do you think of this one?"
"You have 36 sweaters at home, you don’t need another one."
"Yes, but I don’t have one like this…I need something to go with.."
"No. No. No. You have enough sweaters."

The but-we-live-in-New-England excuse only got me up to sweater number 23. I used to try to explain to him the order of sweaters, the necessary cardigans, work sweaters, warm sweaters, three quarter length sweaters…but then he stopped trying to listen. He thinks I’m crazy. Heck, I think I’m crazy. But we’ve all got our little crazies preprogrammed somewhere deep inside us. Mine just happens to be 95% silk, 5% cotton.

sand in the cell phone

JenCell
Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

catching waves in rhode island

CatchingWaves
Originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

watch me crash

If I could spend my life as an ocean, I would.

Bees are bad

Well, yesterday was an interesting day. At first, not all was well, and i had to take some time off of work. $175 dollars, one bee man, and one bee suit later, the buggers are no longer invading my laundry room. He killed em dead, or at least they all will be in 10 to 14 days. After this fiasco i decided to take my husband up on his offer to stay at his hotel for the night. He was working, and spouses are encouraged to feel free to use the hotel rooms. Since, if we didn't we would hardly see them. So after an hour of putzing around the house, packing, painting my toenails, spilling red polish all over the bathroom (oi), and changing 3 times, i'm ready.

So I grab my things, jumped in the car and head for Skaneatles, a ritzy little lake town about 45 minutes away where houses go for rediculouly rediculous amounts of money. Crap, no gas. Stop at the gas station, fill 'er up. Crap, i forgot my pills, no biggy, just take it tomorrow. No, i forgot my makeup bag, that's it, back home. Run in, run out, and now i'm on my way. I think. Yes, yes, i have everything. Or do i?

I arrive at the Inn and call my husband. "Are you done?" "No, she's decided to sit and have dinner." "ok, what should i do, hang out in the room." "yeah, no problem, i'll register and get you the key." 'She' being Hillary Clinton. One of her staff decided i should come down and hang around, say hi and maybe have a drink or a bite to eat. Well, i do neither, i'm wearing my retainer for good measure and now i feel like a dork. I thought i would be popping in, running up to a room and spreading out on a clean white comforter, maybe even running a bath. But no, i'm meeting the former First Lady of the United States. Interesting. Thank God i did my toenails. She sat around and drank beer and chatted with her "people" while i stood there talking to some staffers that i had spent time with before. I pretty much felt like that awkward girl who used to stand by the wall while all the popular girls wiggled and sang to the latest Mariah Carrie tune. All i wanted to do was go upstairs, rip off my skirt and fabulous Limited top and sink into warm bubbly bliss. Eventually I did, and to be completely honest, it was the highlight of my night. So all in all, the day ended on a relaxingly high note, not an opera high note, more of an Enya high note. Thank God for oversized whirlpool tubs.

thoughts of inviting calm

If i could live eternally in one day it would be a day in October. Preferably the 5th, that way i always have my birthday to look forward to, but never really get any older..The surrounding scenery a golden warm mix of yellows and reds, the wind bringing it's cool serenity and the warmth of wool huddled close to my neck. I stand in the middle of a field and breath in the crisp fall air until it all becomes too cool to stand. I grab my scarf and my sketchbook and head indoors, make tea, sit in my green oversized chair... Sometimes i wonder what life would be like, curled up in my favorite green chair, drinking mint tea, listening to the world and reading an interesting book. I suppose it would be perfect. Uneventful, but perfect. I guess you scream for days like this when you can't escape stress. Stress makes you wish for peace. It makes you create lovely situations in your head. And then it makes you eat lots of chocolate.