I love all things sweater.

While my husband was busy losing a few poker games, I was out finding excellent deals on clothes I didn’t need. I bought 3 sweaters and a pair of jeans. One of the sweaters I’ve had my eye on, but last time I was there they didn’t have my size. Well this time they did, and it was on sale for 6 bucks. Score. The jeans were ten. Double score. There are some benefits to being a size tiny.

conversationalism

ME: i thought i'ld finally call you back. i'm on my way to bible study

Anonymous Friend: wait, you go to bible study?

ME: yeah, why, you thought i was going to hell?

AF: yep. in a handbasket.

ME: a handbasket must be awful small.

AF: yeah, but you'ld fit.

roses are pink

roses are pink, originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

i bought these for 4 dollars. they were dying in the grocery store, sad, lonely and rejected. so i brought them home to die in my happy, warm house. i'm like a hospice for vegetation.

take that MB

cd_cover.jpg, originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

my CD cover designed especially for my CD recipient. although it didn't print this nice because my printer is on the fritze. just imagine more purple than blue.

the state of my union

i actually watched half of the speech lastnight. half! that's a new record for me since i've never watched a state of the union, ever. why do we have to have an entire night devoted to talking about everything we all already know anyway? and on the same night as Scrubs? for shame.

so my hair is totally shagadelic. i need a haircut. bad. i look like a dishevelled wildebeast. not that they ever look shevelled. is that even a word. who cares. so it looks fine from the front, i can control it now that my sideburns are finally long enough to tuck behind me ears instead of curling straight out from my face. that does so annoy me. but the back. the back is horrendous. it's so bad, that if i were to pass you on the street and we were the best of friends, you would still whisper about how disgusting my hair looked as i walked away. and you'ld have the right. who here has ever tried to grow their hair out and actually succeeded? usually i get to that point where things start getting in my eyes and crawling down my neck and i rush to the stylist and have her buzz my head. but that's not happening this time. IF we go to LA, i plan to spend tons of time at the beach. my current pixie style is cute and lovely and an easy do, but it reacts to the beach like cats to big scary dogs. i need something longer and easy to pull behind my ears, wet or dry. so. it's growing. and growing. and fast. which is both good and really really annoying. especially since my amazing stylist, whom i love enough to pay an outrageous amount of money for a simple haircut, is booked for two weeks. two weeks!

'i'm annoyed with my hair. the end.'
that would have made a much shorter post.

Pass the tissues, now.

For the past three or four days I’m a faucet. Not that extreme really. But it’s not normal. I’ve been sobbing to certain songs on my way to work. I cry at the Hallmark commercials. Well, who doesn’t? And lastnight the while I watched Grey’s Anatomy, I cried, like a baby. Stupid comedy dramas. Usually my hormones don’t play this many tricks on me, but apparently this month they thought they’ld be funny. Jokers. I have to get out of this rut. Quick, someone get me a puppy I can kick.

i have nothing to say.

I bundled up and got into the elevator on the 10th floor. It stopped on the 5th. No one got in. it stopped on the 2nd floor. A woman got in, only to get out on the first floor. One more floor and I was in the lobby. On the way out I passed a blind man dressed nicer than most people who can see themselves in a mirror. After that, a woman walked by in a short skirt, showing off the big holes and runs in the back of her nylons. I could only assume she was headed in teh direction of the drug store to buy some new ones. Then, a man littered, for no reason. After that I walked along side a woman pushing her husband in a wheel chair, up until they stopped, so she could talk face to face with him and explain something they were discussing. But I had nothing to say.

self portrait thursday

me_fish81.jpg, originally uploaded by tinkerellen.

in true cheri fashion, i'm posting this one day too late. too bad. it's also good to mention that i stole this idea from a blog about four sweet peas. except hers was titled 'self-portrait tuesdays'. it's good to mention this because: this weekend i'm sending the author a lovely mix CD as part of an online exchange and on it plan to write " thanks for the idea i stole that you don't know i stole".

anyway, enjoy the vintage photo people, circa 1981.

new template kids

And the only thing that's confusing is the commenting section. Now the number of comments are immediately to the right of the title of the post. For example, this one will be '0', until of course you all click on it and start posting like the mad rabid gerbils i know you are.

i blame cute kids

This weekend we spent time with my sister’s kids. It was surreal. I mean, they look like me, how strange is that? It felt like a glimpse into what our life with kids would be. And life with kids isn’t as BAD as I thought it would be. We took them grocery shopping, made sure they were buckled into the booster seat, bought them strawberry milk and held their hands crossing the parking lot. Granted, we were only with them for a day, but my husband is in love with them.

Now he wants kids. I mean, now. He said he was going to switch my birth control with sugar pills. I already hid them lastnight. I can’t blame the guy for wanted to settle down, move home and start a family (he is pushing 30), but I’ve still got time to have a 6-pack stomach and spend money on myself without feeling guilty.

Obviously moving to California would put a hold on things even if we were ready to start making babies. For now, we’ll just have to stick to practicing.