It's a doodler!

Rhymes with poodler.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

nibble nibble no more

I have been a chronic nail-biter since I was old enough to know how. I used to be really brutal and nibble to the kwik (quick, kwick?) . When I was in the 4th grade, my friends mom said she'd buy me a nail-care kit if I quit biting. It didn't work but I thought about that promise for years after that. I could get into the idea of a reward! I let my nails grow briefly for a few weeks at a time throughout high school and then I got into wearing fake nails. I'd superglue them to my fingers. Rough. Finally in my latter years as an undergrad I was able to curb my biting for months at a time. My hands actually started looking pretty. But then I would get stressed out or get PMS or be hard at work on the computer, and chomp, chomp, chomp. Nails all gone.
Today, my nails look lovely. Bill said my hands look very lady-like (he says weird things like that sometimes so I am used to the fact that this is how he gives compliments). My right thumb nail is a little hit-up but overall, a stunning show, really. So, as a reward, I bought myself some $5.75 nail polish (clear) which makes my nails shiney and thick.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

a reccomendation for the working gal

microwave burritos.
They are convenient and tastey, especially the yummy vegetarian ones that are currently located in the frozen food area of the health food section in most American grocery stores. CAUTION: they really do get quite hot when you microwave them for 2 minutes. I burnt my lip and will probably get a cold sore now. Don't let my incident deter you though.
ALSO: Be sure to brush your teeth following consumption. Nobody likes talking to Ms. Burrito Breath.

Friday, June 24, 2005

like the little dogs with worms

I feel like I am really dragging ass this morning. Bill and I went to some friends house for dinner and wine and wine and wine last night. Lovely chatter and company and wonderful food and dopey hangover today. Now I know why TGIF is so applicable to the day after Thursday. I enjoy using my Thursday nights to cut loose a little and be a social creature. I am of the age where I now pay for it on Friday. "Of the age". Ick.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

me, wearing a new glittery tank top and denim jacket

I think I am a shopaholic. Whenever I am bored or sad or uneasy or felling really good or if it's rainy or cold, or really pretty out, I just want to go to TJMaxx and try on clothes and shoes and see if I can find any gems that I can't live without. There is always at least 1 thing that I absolutely need to complete my life. Maybe I should also let you in on the fact that I am broke. I am a graduate student with a mere summer internship where I am paid by the hour and so when I take 2 hour breaks in the middle of the day to go shopping and then spend $60 on a cute coat and some snappy shoes, well, it's certainly not very lucritive. And even worse, I hide my newly purchased items from my boyfriend until I've had them long enough to answer the question, "oh, is that new?" with a truthful, "no, I've had it a little while". Sad, eh?


If you have any good summer reading suggestions, I REALLY want to know. I am on a roll. A novel or two a week. Load me up! It's a solo reading extravaganza! Bring on the books!
I just read Memoirs of a Geisha. Good book.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

The magic shoes

I went to NYC last weekend and marvled at the way stylish women were sporting gold and silver lame' shoes and handbags. "How totally 80-year-old-lady in Miami", I thought as I tromped through the streets in my sensable New Balance sneaks and Eagle Creek day bag. By my last day there, I felt like a slob. Old black tank and basic Gap shorts. I needed some shimmer. Upon my arrival back in small southern Blacksburg, Virginny, I dashed to TJMaxx on my lunchbreak and lo-and-behold, I bought myselfa shiney new pair of Kenneth Cole gold lame' semi-platform heels. They are pure Golden Girls reruns. I wanted a matching bag but wasn't quite ready to spend $70. Yet. Just wait till the metallic fever really catches on down here in cow country. It's gunna be blinding!

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Blogging and work

are like oil and water.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Blogs are hard work

You have to find the time and THEN you have to somehow remember how to even get to your blog page and post something. I am not nearly as wordily creative as my inspiration, rosalicious, but I do try to think of something wittty or insightful.

Let's see, I like margarits on Thursday nights.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Rosie made me do it

I was going to be at the gym lightyears ago but then Rosie told me I had to read her Blog and then I had to make one and now my triceps are getting flabby and I want a glass of wine...