Doxie Proxy

Me.

Randomness.

I call my dad every weekday, Monday through Friday, on my way home from work. I’ve been doing this for close to five years now, and it’s one of my favorite parts of the day. We talk about everything and anything, and I think we’re closer than ever. I’m so blessed to have such wonderful parents.

When I first receive a book I’m really excited about, I read the first chapter out loud to myself, so I don’t just rush in and gobble it from beginning to end. I did this night before last with Kim Harrison’s White Witch, Black Curse.

I watch to see how well other women wash their hands in the bathroom. If they sprinkle their fingers under a tiny stream of water, well, I grimace, thinking how everything they’re going to touch their phones or faces or.. *gag* mouths, with nasty hands. It just grosses me right out.

I have a heart condition that I was either born with or developed when I was very young. It’s worsening through no fault of my own (it happens as one ages), but yet when I had to have a certain test a year ago, the tech/nurse/whatever came into the room with my chart, looked down at me, looked back at my chart, and tsk’d, then he said my age. I’m in the position I’m in (eventual, definite heart surgery, but hopefully a few more years down the road, and as minor as this type of procedure can be) - again - through no fault of my own, but this idiot assumes that I’m ruining my health with bad habits, and if I was, which is not the case, who the hell is he to look down on me? I was so mad! No, I never said anything, and yes, I wish I had, and no, I’m not going to stress over it. (That jackass.)

I had nearly all of my hair chopped off last night at the local Ulta. I heard or read somewhere that if you can’t or aren’t willing to take care of long hair, then you don’t need long hair - and this make great sense to me. The stylist last night talked to me for a good while about my hairstyle, and how I usually fixed it, what products I used, and bless her heart, she answered my multitude of questions just wonderfully. My hair’s gone wonky the last couple of years. It’s very curly, but has become so dry and dull, and just behaves differently. (Does hair behave? Mine doesn’t.) Anyway, long story short, my medications have increased a good bit over the last couple of years, and that’s probably also having an effect on my hair. Liza (stylist) said that whatever you put in your mouth shows up in your hair, and that makes sense, like those drug tests they do where they snip off a bit and find out if you’ve snooted or whatever they call it in the last few months. Between that, and being thirty-something, thyroid problems and God knows what else, I decided to ask her to snip it all off. I have a lot of curliness on top, cut close around my ears, and short in the back. I adore it. Mister likes it. All is well. Yay Liza!

Thanks to this adorable post, I’m going to make some big crayons for one of my best friend’s freaking-adorable, gorgeous, too danged cute for words grandson. His cheeks! His red hair! I wanna squeeze him! I’ll pick up some crayons tomorrow while I’m out, as I must hit the Kohls sale in the morning.

My husband asked what I was going to do when I logged off the computer this afternoon around 4:30. I replied I was going to go do laundry, since I’d been slack about it the last couple of days. Bless his heart, he came right downstairs, and did the dishes, without fussing, complaining, grumbling or growling, when I wanted to do all four at the thought of laundry. He’s a keeper.

I burned two discs for a good friend tonight. Approx 220 songs. Some of the music is not what listens to, I think, but I’m trying to branch out, and am draggin’ her right along with me. We’re were apparently wrenched apart at birth, as we both profess a long and enduring love for all things Rex Smith. (A moment, please. I may swoon.)

Lastly…

I think the headache is getting worse again. It’s never completely gone away, but has, for the last week and a half, eased to about a 2 on a 1-10 scale. Right now it is a 4, and earlier it was bit worse. I took a pain pill for the first time around 10 days. I thought, or rather I hoped, that I was through with this. The neuro consult is next Wednesday. All I know now is that it’s not a ‘tumah’. Sigh. Please don’t let it start again.

Tags: crayons, heart surgery, Kohls, Rex Smith, Ulta

Boombox!

This guy is just too great. From what I can tell, his name is Ely Kim, and his website (I think) is http://www.welikehim.com.  I don’t know what I liked about the video the most: the fact that he just puts himself out there, his hilarious and awesome dance skills, or the kick-arse playlist (that he posted here).

BOOMBOX from Ely Kim on Vimeo.

His playlist:

001. Heart of Glass / Blondie
002. Jimmy / M.I.A.
003. Deceptacon / Le Tigre
004. Im on Fire / 5000 Volts
005. Je Veux Te Voir / YELLE
006. The Way I Are / Timbaland
007. Too Young / Phoenix
008. Over And Over / Hot Chip
009. Stick It To The Pimp / Peaches
010. Say My Name / Destiny’s Child
011. Pin / Yeah Yeah Yeahs
012. Geremia / Bonde Do Role
013. Let Me Clear My Throat / DJ Kool
014. Point Of No Return / Expose
015. Bubble Sex / The Seebach Band
016. Pump Up the Jam / Technotronic
017. Let’s Make Love And Listen To Death From Above / CSS
018. Hella Nervous / Gravy Train
019. Me Plus One / Annie
020. Don’t Go / Yaz
021. Bootylicious / Destiny’s Child
022. Electric Feel / MGMT
023. Boys Don’t Cry / The Cure
024. Lose Control / Missy Elliott
025. Ride The Lightning / Evans And Eagles
026. Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough / Michael Jackson
027. Hearts On Fire / Cut Copy
028. Tainted Love / Soft Cell
029. Between Us & Them / Moving Units
030. It Feels Good / Tony Toni Tone
031. Polaris (Club Mix) / Cyber People
032. You Never Can Tell / Chuck Berry
033. Huddle Formation / The Go! Team
034. Pump That / FannyPack
035. My Love / Justin Timberlake
036. Hung Up / Madonna
037. Justice - D.A.N.C.E (MSTRKRFT Remix) / Justice
038. Cybernetic Love / Casco
039. Creep / TLC
040. When I Hear Music / Debbie Deb
041. B.O.B. / Outkast
042. Bubble Pop Electric / Gwen Stefani
043. Miss You Much / Janet Jackson
044. You Spin Me Round / Dead Or Alive
045. Slide In / Goldfrapp
046. Kelly / Van She
047. Mine Fore Life / The Sounds
048. Disco Heat / Calvin Harris
049. Nighttiming / Coconut Records
050. Club Action / Yo Majesty
051. Pogo / Digitalism
052. Lip Gloss / Lil Mama
053. Heartbeats / The Knife
054. Enola Gay / OMD
055. Goodbye Girls / Broadcast
056. Kids In America / Kim Wilde
057. Kiss / Prince
058. Tenderness / General Public
059. Push It / Salt N Pepa
060. Circle, Square, Triangle / Test Icicles
061. Day ‘N’ Nite (Crookers Remix) / Kid Cudi
062. Shadows / Midnight Juggernauts
063. Paris (Aeroplane Remix) / Friendly Fires
064. Out At The Pictures / Hot Chip
065. Me Myself and I / De La Soul
066. AudioTrack 10 / Diplo
067. Girls & Boys / Blur
068. Heater / Samim
069. I Wanna Dance With Somebody / Whitney Houston
070. Hands In The Air / Girl Talk
071. Limited Edition OJ Slammer / Cadence Weapon
072. Meeting In The Ladys Room / Mary Jane Girls
073. NY Lipps / Soulwax
074. Lex / Ratatat
075. Gravity’s Rainbow (Soulwax Remix) / Steve Aoki
076. Once In A Lifetime / Talking Heads
077. Leave It Alone / Operator Please
078. Half Mast / Empire Of The Sun
079. Hardcore Girls / Count and Sinden feat. Rye Rye
080. Dance, Dance, Dance / Lykke Li
081. Never Gonna Get It / En Vogue
082. Blue Monday / New Order
083. Crazy In Love (Featuring Jay-Z) / Beyoncé
084. 10 Dollar / M.I.A.
085. Love To Love You Baby / Donna Summer
086. Steppin’ Out / Lo-Fi-Fnk
087. Karle Pyar Karle / Asha Bhosle
088. Love Will Tear Us Apart / Joy Division
089. Straight Up / Paula Abdul
090. My Drive Thru / Santogold, Casablancas, NERD
091. Like A Prayer / Madonna
092. Freedom 90 / George Michael
093. Black & Gold / Sam Sparro
094. B-O-O-T-A-Y / Spank Rock and Benny Blanco
095. Great Dj / The Ting Tings
096. In A Dream / Rockell
097. Don’t Stop the Music / Rihanna
098. Hong Kong Garden / Siouxsie & The Banshees
099. It’s Tricky / D.M.C.
100. Bizarre Love Triangle / New Order

Tags: boombox, video

Blog Action Day 2008

Kiva is a website dedicated to connecting people through lending for the sake of alleviating poverty. Their words, not mine, and what powerful words they are.

They allow people like you and I to work together in loaning money to the working poor in developing countries. Loans are built up a fraction at a time, by people donating as little as $25 at a time. Little by little, the money is raised, and the person is helped. The recipient pays back the loan on a set timeline (e.g. 3 months), and your money is repaid. You can choose to take the money back, or donate it to someone else’s loan. What a beautifully simple idea, which can have such an enormous impact on someone else’s life.

Some friends and I are donating money to Idalia Hererra Gomez and her husband Sergio. Their story and photo speak to me. Not in a cheesy way, but in a “Wow, these are real people, and I could actually do something to help them build a room for their child” kinda way. It’s awesome, in the original sense of the word.

Kiva.org.

Well done.

Barry (is not) the antiChrist vs. Satchel Pooch

The only good thing about Barry winning would be the I-Told-You-So’s that would be handed out left and right in a couple of years, after he screws us all up royally.

http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=59169

This site is hilarious -> http://www.barackobamaantichrist.blogspot.com/

(No, I don’t think he’s the antiChrist. Really, I don’t. I think he’s charismatic, brilliant, attractive, well-spoken, educated, deceitful, and withholding, and his wife is horse-faced, and that he’s the greater evil betwixt him and McCain [whom I'm not overly fond of, but I've only 2 choices], but I don’t think he’s the antiChrist.)

On a happier note, I am craving this mini tea cake pan from Crate and Barrel. How adorable is that?

It’s even on sale! (for now) There’s also this 4-Piece Cupcake Muffin Set (also from C&B), and this Cold Bowl on Ice server (yes, it’s really called that), from Chef’s Resource. Nifty!

On a side note, mercy, but I want one of these. It’s not like I don’t have zillion (OK, maybe eight) lunch boxes already. Mister, bless his heart, just grins and rolls his eyes. He understands my addiction. In the words of my beloved Satchel Pooch, “I’m not ashamed of my love.”

Food pr0n.

Oh. My. God, Betsy.

Pumpkin Spice Cream Cheese Spread

I am physical pain right now, because I want to make this - Right. Now. I’ll have to be satisfied with making it Saturday morning. Pics may follow, but I am quite the lowly, amateur photographer-type wannabe, and haven’t gotten the hang of snapping good photos of food.

Today was, well, sufficient. I went to work, had a decent day, came home, did a bit of cleaning, made supper (hah!), and sat down with my beloved Mister to watch last night’s episode of the Sarah Connor Chronicles.

Yes. Sufficient, indeed.

(Pardon me while I go shut the back door. It would seem, no matter how nice of a neighborhood one resides in, that there will always be the unmentionables who can’t touch the gas pedal without the thudding, ridiculous boom of music that no one else wishes to hear. My kingdom for a intelligence tax. [which I would go broke paying, as well.])

Handbag Planet, etc.

Nifty contest! 24 handbags to be given away in 24 hours, to celebrate their opening. Enter here!

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Oi, am I full. As money hasn’t been falling from the sky in 10K packs, I’ve decided to feed the freezer. A few nights ago, we made a metric ton (not literally) of spaghetti, hence the full feeling. I am one of the pathetically weird who don’t like onions or bell peppers, so we liven up our spaghetti sauce with things like black olives, mushrooms and pepperoni (and spices).

Mister likes the sauce rather chunky, like chili, and will eat it without the pasta. My carb-loving self loves a lot of noodles, unfortunately. We’re an odd version of Mr. & Mrs. Jack Sprat, methinks.

I’m off to watch the DVR’d episodes of Fringe, Sanctuary, Chuck and The Mentalist. w00t!

Two Lumps

The Mister and I have been laughing our respective rear ends off over off over this site. I’m not generally a cat person, but have just about laughed til I barfed. Snooch is my hero.