Thursday, August 27, 2009

in honor of my fav new blog

Here's a trinket That I Must Have or I'll Die.

If you follow a fashion blog it might as well be written by someone you'd follow off a cliff and into a shark's open mouth.
And that's not a confusing metaphor for trends, ok?

Cassette Nano Case by Contexture Design

Monday, August 24, 2009

From the desk of R. Weiglein:

And just like that, I am back to working full time. Keep your Gmail chat status changing, guys--- I am back in the game!

Friday, August 21, 2009

ooooo the flossy flossy

So we went on this kick-ass yacht last weekend for Natalie's bachelorette party. And what was the most exciting party (you know, besides the Aldo's catered food, the full time staff, the boat's logo on the solo cups, docking up at Chick's in a floating apt building)... STAUVEY the PUG!

Here is KW posing with Stauvey's likeness stitched into a pillow. Stauvey wasn't available for pics.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

why did I ever stop wearing purple eyeliner?

I went through this "stage" in 8ish/9th grade where I didn't know much about makeup but I just wanted my eyelids to be all glittery. I did a bunch of whack stuff, like putting glittery Bonne Belle lip gloss on my eyes in the ratty upstairs bathroom in NCH. Well, I'm pretty sure that bathroom has been bulldozed along with the rest of that wing of my adolescence, but I sure wish I had some purple eyeliner to wear to work tomorrow. Tell S. that shit is straight trendy.

Tbone and I saw Funny People tonight and Leslie Mann rocked some purple eyeliner. Not in this pic, but in the movie. Go see it, I mean, if you wanna laugh about boys having balls.

Monday, August 17, 2009

tough commute?

"Police are hoping she'll call to explain how she managed to get stuck in that position."
click here for the whole article.

New term of the day: "Bridge Tender". My life just keeps getting better.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

tupac "changes"

I can't stop cracking myself up about SarahPac like NoofPac and NoelPac.
But, the point is that image of Alaska as the Hole in America.

3 cheers for maps! 4 cheers for 2pac!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

and now in Italian: gli Stati Uniti!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

like a blonde beacon in the city

Being that I live in the urban center that is Hilltop, I often forgo my car to walk places. Picture me walking my posh teacup puppy and carrying a baguette. Often we walk like this around the drainage ditch behind Michael's parking lot. Let's refer to it as The Reservoir for the purpose of this post. Sometimes we head over to the ole DQ or even Borders.

But tonight, Bobito and I marched over to Panera and lounged in the bath water heat on the bistro chairs with Ana and Peter. Upon parting ways, my mother and brother got into their respective cars and headed out to different parking lots. I walked on home.

I walked home only to find that I had no keys and the bath water was collecting on my forehead to the point I could almost wash my hair-- if I could get into my apartment to grab my shampoo. I reached to call Ana and realized that she had just told me that she somehow misplaced her new iPhone. Since her house is a wreckage of remodeling and she has no TV, she chose to walk the aisles of Target until they kicked her out. Still sweating I started to panic. This Eagle Scout I live with once broke us into our apartment with only a credit card and a furrowed brow. I almost busted up my new Wild Water Rapids season pass trying to mimic his success.

Now, the Eagle Scout is in Nicaragua and I have no iPhone but something I do have is Target's phone number saved in my phone (...). I call their customer service line and carefully explain to the kind employee how I am locked out of my apartment and my mother has lost her phone but she is wandering the Target aisels and I need her to be paged. I give the lady my cell phone number, confident that after 8 years my mother still never learned it. I then request that she please page "Ana Strickland" and ask her to call me. At this the woman exclaims, "Ana Banana?! Are you RUTHIE?!"

Oh my gosh. If I wasn't embarrassed by this situation, I am now. Barbara knows us, she says.

Within 1 minute Ana calls me and I am saved. She of course gives me an earful about how they paged her over the ENTIRE TARGET but hey, so soon she forgets the thousands of childhood hours I spent hiding in the clothes racks at TJ Maxx. I know her tricks.