If you've watched "Fashion Police" on "E," then you're familiar with the segment where they find pictures of Hollywood starlets wearing the same or very similar outfits. Joan Rivers always gets the studio audience to rasp along with her, "Bitch... stole... my... look!"
Then Joan and her bony, bitchy cohorts vote on which vapid celebrity wore it best.
Well, in the library we were discarding an encyclopedic set of books about "peoples of the world" or some shit like that, and I happened across this picture and thought, "OMG, that is EXACTLY like 'Bitch Stole My Look!'"
If you ask me, the woman on the far right wore it best. Why? Because she obviously saw her gal pals stealing her look, and ditched her own shawl/mosquito netting. She probably stuffed it angrily behind a cactus. The lack of it shows off her figure better, and besides, the two shrouded ladies look like amputees.
Our diva on the far right took a fashion risk that sets her apart from those other bitches, and for that I applaud her.
A few years ago our tax lady convinced me to keep a day planner with all my appointments, trips, etc. Now I find it indispensible, and write every deadline or obligation in that one place, rather than scattered between 2 wall calendars at home, and 2 at work.
The first couple day planners I purchased on the cheap, but then I realized it's pretty stupid simple and I could totally just make my own for even CHEAPER. So I did.
I found a 99 cent children's book on birds at the used book store and tore out the interior pages and decorated it all DIY gay, as you can see above. I even used felt and Velcro for a fastener, and Martha Stewart brand wedding invitation embelishments spray-painted black. WTF, right? I was in a frenzy, so I even busted out the pinking shears, duct tape, and Dymo label gun.
For the interior calendar pages I just used Word and created tables with the right amount of cells and filled in the date info. I printed and stapled it half-size zine style, which fit inside the book perfectly, and glued the end pages to the inside book covers.
It's a little ugly.
Grainy cell phone photo, but you can see this little fellow is clearly an unnatural freak
On the way out to my truck this morning I passed a small herd of snails making their ponderous way toward the pool. One of them was set a little apart from the others, and I noticed right away that it was offensively different from its fellows. Instead of the normal gray, this one snail was a horrid, god-cursed milky yellow-white. With just a hint of a greenish tinge. Exactly the color of glow-in-the-dark stuff, know what I mean?
I crouched down beside it and hissed, "You make me SICK."
Then I took pictures of it and left for work.
I've been having a pretty crappy week because I have a really bad cold that started late Sunday evening, thankfully AFTER I had spent a lovely Mother's Day with my lovely mother.
Monday was my last scheduled furlough day for this school-year, which kind of sucks because I don't get paid for it, and I spent the whole day sitting around at home coughing and blowing my nose and battling a sore throat.
Tuesday I was still sick, but went to work anyway because the Librarian and I had already planned for me to take about 6 boxes of donated old books to the used book store, to exchange for store credit so I could buy cool stuff for the library. That was kind of a lot for me to do while still being sick, especially since the used book store does not have air-conditioning. I was already confused and feverish and it just made me more-so.
Last night I awoke in the dark because Esther was wiggling around under the covers, licking my leg. I reached down to move her away and felt something... WRONG. I lifted the covers to find she had BARFED ALL OVER ME and the bed, and was LICKING IT UP. That is both disgusting, AND an invasion of my personal space. What I have learned from this incident is that startling and revolting things can happen when I least expect it, in a place I think I'm safest.
Anthony the night owl was still up, so I got his attention by running down the hallway yelling "GROSS GROSS GROSS!!!"
He was a total lamb. While I was changing into non-barfy clothes, he helped strip the barfy sheets and put clean ones on.
When I finally tried to go back to sleep I was torn between wanting to comfort Esther and let her know there were no hard feelings, but also being wary of another barfing episode. And she was right back at my side again, way too close for comfort if she was gonna blow more chunks. But those big dark sensitive eyes... how can you turn her away?
That's one of the many reasons I'm not sad that Anthony and I chose not to have kids. When I'm tired I wanna be able to SLEEP, not have to deal with someone else's barf, or pee, or poop or whatever.
It's gross and inconvenient enough when I barf, pee, or poop. Or cry.
Speaking of things that do all of that, I have to go to a BABY SHOWER today. I am not thrilled. It's been sneakily incorporated into a Library meeting, so there's no escape for someone like me who does not think a baby is necessarily a reason to celebrate.
Babies are just little people, and people are mostly crappy. I don't like many of them. Nobody can give me a guarantee that this baby won't turn out to be a total asshole. Hitler was once a baby. Was THAT a reason to celebrate?