I've purchased a condo so I won't have my flower gardens anymore.
I MAY have a couple of places I can plant a few things around my front door ... and will certainly have flower pots on my deck ..... but I will have nothing compared to this:
Isn't that pretty? (*insert sound of me patting myself on the back*) :)
I think I'm mostly ga ga over it because I remember what it looked like when I first moved in:
Just call me "ghetto"
(No, no ... that's the same area ... I SWEAR! See?)
Of course, all kudos go to Ms C for instilling the gardening bug* in me. And for sharing some of her favorite perennials:
Like, the echinecea coneflower. I love this flower. Blooms from now til late fall. Simply gorgeous!
'Magnum'
And the catmint. My kitties LOVE this stuff.
'Walker's Low' catmint in foreground
My daisies (which I love, love, love) are in full bloom and I already have three full bouquets of them throughout my house. And yet .... still all these still to be had!
'Becky' Daisies
Isn't that crazy? I'm fairly certain that is what one might call a "shitload of daisies"!
And these African Daisies which aren't really perennials but which have been known to survive a winter or two.
And last, but not least, the Mexican Feather grasses.
Ms C gave me one or two starts from her yard several years ago. And I now have .... at last count .... 5,642,001 of them. (more prolific than bunnies in heat, I tell ya).
But I love these grasses. And recommend them. Just buy several less than you actually want is all. Just sayin'. ;)
I love me the flowers now! And I will miss them when I move.
So I received the loan documents from my mortgage broker yesterday and it was great to see that he had prefilled a lot of the fields for me. Until I got to this one................
Somehow seeing "Unmarried Woman" pre-printed and in such bold lettering on these legal documents simply hit me wrong last night.
I think this reminds me of the 'Sex and The City' episode in which Miranda was purchasing her first place. She had to keep telling the loan guy "it's just me" when he'd keep asking if she had a husband who would be co-signing .... or if "daddy" would be providing the down payment. And sign additional papers to that effect.
And I understand that on the one hand there is the sense of pride in accomplishing so much on one's own. You know, the selling and purchasing of one's own houses.
And yet, on the other hand............................."It's just me".
So I'm shopping for hardwood flooring for the new condo. And so I bopped over to a wholesale hardware flooring warehouse at lunch to check out the samples so I can let my contractor know which hardwood I want.
And all was going well .... la la la, la la la .... until tall, dark, handsome (single? ... no wedding ring) workerbee approached me.
He was Mr Information, answering all my questions with the ease of ... well ... someone that works in hardwoods and knows what he's talking about.
We get to the point in which we're discussing the differences between prefinished hardwood floors (not laminates or engineered ... actual real hardwood simply prefinished) and hardwoods which are installed, sanded and then finished in place. And the only difference that is a minor concern to me is that the prefinished supposedly have a microscopically beveled edge and so you kinda see the groove between boards. (don't fall asleep yet, people .... stay with me now. I'm just giving you the setup here).
So the samples at this showroom are maybe 3' x 2'. Ya know, kinda difficult to really see if the difference between the prefinished and the non-prefinished is going to be an issue for me when all they have to look at are tiny samples.
And so I ask, innocently enough: "Do you know of any public location in the Portland area which has the prefinished so that I can really get a feel for what they look like?" (thinking that maybe he knows of a furniture store or a museum or something which has these prefinished hardwoods so I can compare to what I know hardwoods installed, sanded and finished in place look like)
And Cutie-Patootey replies:"You mean ones which are already laid or just some really good samples? Because I know some great showrooms.."
And I said, "Oh no, I wanna see something LAID!"
Which I thought sounded innocent enough in my head, even with the added emphasis on the word "laid" ....
........until I saw the twinkle in his eyes, that is.
So I quickly added, "ya know, hardwood" in an attempt to keep the conversation on track and cover my mild embarrassment.
Uh yeah. "hard wood". "laid". Yeah, I won't be going back. That that man was able to stifle his laughter still amazes me. Though I think he only managed until me and my American Cherry red face mumbled an exit line and quickly skeddadled outta there!
.....
Now I'm thinkin' tile* flooring might be a nice option instead, dontcha think?! :) *I was going to say "carpet" until I realized the troubles I could get into with that wording as well!! ;)
The biggest miracle of all, I threw them into the hot wash and then the dryer hoping with all fingers and toes crossed that they wouldn't shrink away into oblivion ..................
before
....and they didn't!!!!!
after
Whoo hooo! I ACTUALLY believe that a baby will fit into them!
Of course, not having had any babies to call my own ... my perception as to what will and what won't fit a baby could be completely and utterly skewed. But until proven otherwise, I say that they'll fit!
AND that they are the coolest thing since sliced bread!
Yep, folks, that's ME! As well as Her Royal Highness of Avoidance-land. And errr, Queen of Denial! (not to be confused with 'Queen of De-Nile' (ha!))
Anyway, so as I type, the ink is being laid to the paper that binds me to purchasing a new home. (well, unless I choose to forfeit my Earnest Money .... which.I.don't!). Yep! Me!... buying a new home! Whoo hooo!
BUT ... that means I have only until closing on this new place to sell my current house.
Ya know, the house which isn't on the market yet.
And isn't even ready to be shown yet. (yikes!)
Uh yeah.
So you see where I should maybe be working on that stuff?? Ya know, the weeding, pruning, bark dusting, cleaning, packing, updating, general spit-shining of the place??
Not to mention all the stuff I need to plan for the new place ... like scheduling all the flooring people and general contractors in there to get me estimates for work I'll need done as soon as I get possession ... when the only time I'll have for them before it closes will be the two hour window I'll have during the inspection .... which will be THIS WEEK!
Yeah, me neither. :)
I have been spending SO much time lately soul searching, and house hunting, and house vs condo pondering, and house hunting, and not selling vs selling pondering, and house hunting, and number crunching, and house hunting ... that I am FED UP!
I figure now that the decision to sell has been made ... and the decision to buy has been made ... and the decision WHAT to buy has been made .... and the sale has been negotiated (no easy task with this seller ... trust me on this)... I deserve a little Time of Celebration.
And, who knew, but apparently Time of Celebration includes a little Craigslist Bashing. (I know! I'da never guess that either ... but apparently it must be true because here it is! ....on the internets! And if it's on the internets ... it MUST be true! Right? Right! :))
So without further ado.......
I like to eat dead babies - 24 Reply to: pers-@craigslist.org Date: 2006-06-29, 1:17PM PDT
Hi, I like to eat dead babies and would love to meet with a gall who does also. I prefer mine medium rare with a sprig of parsley, but sometimes like to eat them ah la sushi. Does that make me weird? Maybe so, but I don't care. It's what I do, and I need someone to love me for who I am. Now, I'm not some sort of sicko like you might be thinking. I never eat a dead baby that is old enough for a personality, thats just plain sick and wrong. Just young enough that all they can say is "goo goo ga ga", that's it. So please, if you prefer dead children, do not respond, sick-o.
Ok, I might be exaggerating just a little. What I really like is unborn babies. You know, like chicken babies, fresh out of the shell. But I had you going, didn't I? Admit it.
Really, if your looking for a funny guy, there is none funnier than me.
[?????????????????????????????????????????]
This only counts if I'm in a funny mood, otherwise I'm really not that funny at all.
[okay, well that explains it. He obviously wasn't in his "funny mood". Cuz "eating dead babies" ... even coming up with the thought of "eating dead babies" ... rather frightening if'n you ask me. Just sayin'!]
U R a slender female....friendship ONLY..... - 51
[all your friends MUST be "slender". Bullshit.]
you no you want to Reply to: pers-craigslist.org Date: 2006-06-28, 8:26PM PDT
[Oh "know" I don't!]
Im looking for a girl who wants to move in with me - 42 Reply to: pers-@craigslist.org Date: 2006-06-29, 12:59AM PDT
Looking for a nice caring hearted woman, easy going like me, whose open to exploring all aspects of love, relationship, intimacy, sharing fun times together and responsibilities as they come.
[in other words ... he's looking for a sugar-mama. Why not just say it, guy?! "I NEED A SUGAR MAMA! (there! I said it for you!)]
And probably the strangest one I've yet to see (and that's saying something folks!]....
Need woman who wants to get pregnant now, not later - 37 Reply to: pers-@craigslist.org Date: 2006-06-29, 1:42PM PDT
almost desperate decent looking man looking for woman who wants to get pregnant at any cost and wants me in the picture. 5'11" 190lbs. blue eyes br. hair and stocky built. want someone soon to get pregnant and worry about the relationship later. I will marry you if i get you pregnant and you want me. Please give this a try and respond I need a child in my life. all serious inquiries considered. Love Shawn
["almost desperate"?? Oh no, no, buddy. I do believe you have crossed the line to "full-blown desperate"! Just sayin'!]
(and shockingly enough ... there HAS been knitting. Granted, VERY little (dang hot weather!). But knitting nonetheless!)
I have started, finished, and already gifted Bunny #2. To an ill little girl I know who needs a kidney transplant. I'm not sure why I figured that if I couldn't give her a kidney (wrong bloodtype) that a stuffed bunny would be second best .... but ya know .. it IS a stuffed bunny homemade by ME! So there ya go! :)
I am STILL in the process of knitting (for the very first time!) a pair of "denim" drawstring pants for T1's baby-to-be Q. Q's baby shower was last Saturday. His pants at that point kinda looked like this:
(Oops)
Actually, I have finished up to the drawstring waistband part at this point but hit a glitch (in the "ummmmm, I'm not quite sure how to proceed" kind of way) and so have been avoiding them ever since. (Nothing like a healthy dose of avoidance, I say, to get one through the day .... errr, or week!) :) No, but really .... they'll get done. No, no ... really.
Of course, even if ... errr, WHEN ... I do finish them I'm all concerned about the shrinkage issue. Because they are knit using Rowan's Denim yarn which is made to fade and shrink just like real denim. So you knit them up then throw them into the washer and the dryer on hot and voila! .... Q's baby denim-like drawstring pants.
Though my concern is that they will shrink up so much that they will end up being Stuffed Bunny's denim-like drawstring pants!!! GAH!
Because that is SOOO me, I tell ya. I'd get all pissed off and say "that's IT .... I'm going on a hunger strike! I'll show YOU!!". But when reality set in ..... and the tummy started growling ... I'd cave. Oh, would I cave!
Perhaps I should suggest to Saddam that he go on say ... an Overcooked Broccoli Strike!?! Or a Burnt Toast Strike?!! Because I'm pretty sure those would be a lot easier to stick to.
But just a Hunger Strike in general .... no, no ... that's just craziness right there, I tell ya. That won't work for the likes of us, Saddam. Just sayin'. Nice try though! ;)
So Buck and I went to the Goo Goo Dolls and Counting Crows concert on Wednesday night up at the Clark County Amphitheater.
Pretty good concert all in all ... though I do believe I'll just stick to buying the albums from here on out.
I mean, I really like the Goo Goo Doll's music but neither time that I've seen them now (I saw them once before when they opened for Bon Jovi (what? :)) a couple of years ago) have they wowed me.
I know, I know. Perhaps I'm not giving them a fair shake.
Perhaps the first time I was just too wound up anticipating the arrival of Jon-Jon* on stage that no other band would satisfy me.
And perhaps this time I was simply too distracted by the crowd around me. Because let me tell you, folks, this was the strangest crowd yet. And not in the "holy cow, there are some FREAKY PEOPLE here, I'm scared" kinda way. Because I've dealt with that at concerts too. But this crowd was just distracting ... in both an entertaining and annoying kind of way.
The Annoying would be the tons of folks around us who simply had to keep leaving their seats to exit the amphitheater. Or to come back. You know, to get cotton candy or another drink or really, lord knows what. But it was strange because it wasn't just ONE annoying person. It was like EVERYBODY around us. Continually. Even when the performers were on stage.
The Entertaining would be like the two young, good-looking blonde chicks (Buck called them The Lesbians (for in his fantasy I'm guessin')) who took (and I kid you not here) like FIFTY pictures of themselves. Just by putting their heads together and holding the camera out at arms length. Seriously ... like FIFTY! (and I thought I was picky about photos of me!!! :)).
And The Butt Dancer Guy. Who I took a video of (which I WishWishWish Blogger would let me share with y'all) because it was just SO DAMN FUNNY! Reminded me of the Head-Jerk Dancing character on Saturday Night Live. Only with his butt!
And then This Guy.
I had Buck convinced that This Guy was Vince Neil from Motley Crue! HAHA! It wasn't ... but he did actually look like him from the back when he had his sunglasses on. (And in the dark ...when you squinted real hard ....and only looked at him out of the corner of your eye. (hehe))
But enough of my jimmer-jammer ... I know y'all just want to see the pictures of The Pretties. So without further ado, I give you ....
The Goo Goo Dolls: (and more specifically, Johnny Rzeznik ;))
(By the way, sorry for the poor picture quality but it was just dark in there and my camera was NOT happy)
"mmmmmmmm"
Look how cute this is. I think these are their lucky charms that they had on stage with them. A Bob's Big Boy, a Homer Simpson, and ... errr ... something! ;) Cute!
The Counting Crows:
I've never seen The Counting Crows before. No, no ... literally! I've never SEEN them before. Not in video. Not in photos. Nada. So when Adam Duritz came on stage I was a bit surprised. Not the look I had pictured in my head.
Funky cool though.
Now I must admit that I thought FOR SURE that the Goo Goo Dolls would be the headliner. So I was SHOCKED when The Goo came out first. Shocked! So to me, The Counting Crows, though good ... were anticlimatic. Which I guess doesn't give THEM a fair shake either! ;)
Anyway, a couple of more Adam shots:
And a couple of Dan Vickrey:
Not my usual Concert Write-Up pizzazz, I know ... but I know all y'all are just in it for the pictures anyway!!! :)
Uhhhhh T1?? ................. you didn't buy a new car and not tell me, now did ya?!!
Because I just saw this car with the "KEANU" license plate driving around at lunch and figured it must be you.
I mean ... who else????
The ONLY other Keanu Fan-atic I know moved far away..... so that just leaves you. Because surely there can't possibly be THREE of you in this world, now can there? :)
p.s. Keanu, if you're reading this. Just joking, baby. I'd do ya ... so just know that. Though I'd probably squash ya if I did. Dang freakishly skinny people. p.p.s. Counting Crow and Goo Goo Doll concert pictures coming tomorrow. I SWEARRRR!
Why?? Why do The Crazies always find me?! It's no good, I tell ya. Sigh.
So at lunch yesterday, I pull up to the drivethrough ATM at The Bank to get me some cashola. Only, as I'm about even with the ATM machine and just lowering my driverside window, I hear a manic yell from Some Crazy Bitch (SCB) who is on-foot to my right. She comes around the rear of my car and then comes up between me and the ATM machine I'm about to use.
I instantly think "Homeless? Going to ask for some money?" because I'd just dealt with that Sunday at Trader Joes. So I wait a minute to see what she's going to say but she simply squeezes up between my car and the ATM machine and starts using it ... never saying one word to me!!!!
Hello?!!!! WHO DOES THAT?!
No, no ... seriously! WHO?!
Cuz y'all ... I am AT the driveup ATM machine. AT IT! And close enough to it that SCB must turn sideways to navigate in between my car and the ATM machine. Which really puts her ass to my car window (I have a sports car). Uh yeah.
Combine that with the angry mutterings she had going on while using the machine and yeah......that, my friends, is The Crazy. So I do what any normal red-blooded woman would do when faced with The Crazy (or The Crazy's Ass ... whatever) .... I quickly (yet casually ..... because one must not make any sudden moves when dealing with The Crazies) press the button to reraise my car window while simultaneously verifying that my doors are locked. My mama did not raise no fool.
Now I figured I had two choices: 1) drive off to use the walkup ATM or 2) wait for SCB to finish with this ATM. (no, raising a ruckus with SCB did not enter my mind. You cannot win when confronting The Crazies. They are not afraid to make a scene (obviously), they will not back down, and they will, in all likelihood, be okay with killing you. I grew up in LA ... I speak from experience.)
Now, being that the walkup ATM was under construction ... and I really wanted some money ... I decided to wait out SCB to see what she would do. I felt relatively safe in the car with the motor running and my foot on the clutch ready to zip off should said Crazy Person decide to engage me. Plus, I was thinking with as cramped a quarters as she was in .... unless she pulls a weapon ... the damage to the car wouldn't be TOO bad. Not like she could total my car with little stilted punches.
Plus, I put on a little crazy myself ... ya know, a little Pre-emptive Crazy, shall we say..... to make her think twice should she consider taking me on.
What kind of Pre-emptive Crazy, do you ask? Well let me tell ya. I turned up my Taylor Hicks "Do I Make You Proud" song which was playing off his cd single I had purchased (what?) and proceeded to rock out. Because really, nothing says Crazy like an almost 40 year old* woman enthusiastically head-bopping to some blaring American Idol music. If that didn't stop SBC and make her think twice, nuthin' would .... is all I'm sayin'! :)
So she finished her transaction and turned to try to say something to me. I cracked my window, turned down the Taylor (no really ... it was that loud) and said "excuse me?". She toothlessly mumbled, "I'm sorry to be so bitchy". And left.
Now one might think she apologized because her anger dissipated once she got her cash.
Or perhaps because her meds finally kicked in.
But no. I'm telling you it's because I really scared her by unleashing my Pre-emptive Crazy. Those of you who have seen my Car Dancing and heard my Singing know what I'm talking about. Because.it.just.doesn't.get.any.scarier.than.that!!! ;)
Woof, woof! (*makes 'raise the roof' hand gestures*)
Thanks to my yummilicious (that is TOO a word! :)) hairstylist I have been turned on to the shoe store DSW down in Tualatin (next to the Bed, Bath & Beyond at the Bridgeport Village).
Tons and tons of designer shoes, check it out!
Mmmmm.....shoes!!
And the prices, folks!! OH, the prices!!! Much cheaper than I've found elsewhere ... even on Zappos! (and I should know ... I found a pair of my Bass and a pair of my Merrells at DSW for MUCH less than what I paid. BAH!)
And although I didn't see any Keens, Fryes, Dansko or Harley Davidsons (what? :)), they did have:
The aforementioned Bass and Merrells, of course.
As well as:
Anne Klein Michael Kors Sketchers Teva Steve Madden Birkenstock Franco Sarto Kenneth Cole Reaction Born Clarks Josef Seibel Naturalizer Diesel Liz Claiborne
... to mention just a few. They also had a ton of tennies but I didn't check out the brands on those aisles.
So go! Run! Give it a try! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?? You end up with 50 million pairs of shoes you didn't need and a credit card bill you can't afford? Pshah! Now how is that different than any other day!?!?! ;)
So finally some pictures from my trip to LA this past weekend! It has been a CRAZY week ...
First off ..... wait a minute ... what's this? .... hmmmm, perhaps these are photos from my trip to the North Pole?....
No, no ... that's right ... it's called Being Bored To Death On The Airplane. So I amused myself by taking pictures of the clouds out the window.
Here's another (look how fluffy they look!!!)......
... but I'll kindly spare you the Fifty Gagillion others I took (what can I say? I forgot my knitting! :))
You know you are in L.A. when:
1) you can eat In N' Out under the shade of a palm tree.
2) you can see the Hollywood Sign!!!!! (you might have to trust me on this ... it is there through the haze ... I SWEAR!)
3) you can't walk 5 feet without stumbling across something being filmed (in this case, apparently, a 2007 Toyota commercial)
4) you can't walk 5 feet without seeing a celebrity
Hey! Those are TOO celebrities!! They're stars of the new Pixar movie "Cars"!
Found these on Hollywood Blvd when my friends and I were wandering around Hollywood about midnight after dinner on Saturday night. We were going to pop in to watch the 12:30 am movie showing ... but then we remembered that we were old and it was past our bedtimes ... so we continued on home! :)
The best sight after stumbling out of my mom's guestroom on a Sunday morning:
A sticky note saying......
Yeah, life is hard, eh?? :)
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
These people that move back in with their parents may just be on to something. Just sayin'! ;)
Walt Disney Concert Hall:
I asked mom where she wanted to go on Sunday and she immediately said she'd been wanting to see the Walt Disney Concert Hall. I'd never heard of it but ... off we went!
It's a gorgeous building, created by architect Frank Gehry, and now houses the Los Angeles Philharmonic.
Take a gander at some of these shots...
Isn't that a fabulous building!! I just love it!
Random Stuff Around L.A.:
A view of downtown.....
The Kodak Theater ... home of The Oscars ... and, more importantly, where American Idols have tread (specifically Taylor Hicks and Chris Daughtry (yee doggie!)) :)...
"Oversized Love Sacs" ... (*snicker*)... [I think I embarrassed V and L by taking this photo. Which, after having already dealt with me stalking the CAP, you'd think wouldn't have fazed them at all!]
And last, but certainly not least, just for T1*!!!
I didn't have time to stalk Keanu in person for you because I was uhhhh .. a little too busy stalking Crazy Aunt Purl? (heh)...but I did find this for you!
Perhaps not as exciting as Keanu in person (ya think?) ... but it's the thought that counts, right? :)
So there you have it ... the L.A. Weekend Roundup.
*too funny that you just mentioned the Keanu Stalking in your comment on Wednesday's post. Hehe.
Thank you, Crazy Aunt Purl, for sharing me with your blog readers yesterday. The Power of Purl is phenomenal! I don't think I've had so many hits on my blog in TOTAL since I started it over a year ago! (sad really, but it might just be true!) So thank you. That's a nice 15 minutes of fame.
And thank you to CAPs fans for stopping in and leaving such nice comments. I am SOOOOO happy to hear y'all don't think I'm a true-blue Scary Stalker! And that you can relate! Makes me feel much better. Cuz really, she was RIGHT THERE! And looked just like she does in her photos! It was so surreal!
So whew! Sneaking the picture didn't make me a Scary Stalker. Which means y'all would probably also understand my sticking around til after she left and stealing her half-eaten roll??
It's official! I've gone from Normal Everyday Cute Stalker to Bonafide Scary Stalker ..... and I didn't even mean to! No, no ... really!!! I SWEAR!
Here's what happened:
So I go down to Los Angeles this past weekend for a very last minute trip to visit my mom. I mean, I didn't even know for certain that I'd be heading down until Friday afternoon. And I flew standby at o'dark hundred hours on Saturday morning. It doesn't really get any more last minute than that, right?! Right! (work with me, people! :))
I'm hanging with mom Saturday afternoon and decide to call my friends to see if they will have any time to meet up with me during the couple of days while I'm down there. As luck would have it, my friend L is available for a late dinner that night!
She calls our friend V to see if she is available as well and AGAIN, the planets were lined up just perfectly, V had time to play. Without the kids!!! (I'm tellin' ya ... it was fate!). They ask what I want to do and I say I'd love to go down to Hollywood area for dinner like we used to!
I head over to V's house to meet up with them around 6:30 pm to find them gathered around the computer trying to figure out where to go. I hear that V ruled out Chin Chins (sigh ... I love that place!) but they were talking about some place called The Abbey! I think SWEET! But L calls the restaurant and there is no hope of getting a reservation. Late Saturday night and the Abbey is all booked up!
So they ask where I want to go. I have no idea. But The Stinking Rose (which Crazy Aunt Purl (CAP) had mentioned on her blog) pops into my head and I laughingly say "have y'all ever heard of The Stinking Rose?". They immediately glom onto this idea and are all excited with the prospect because they've been meaning to go there but have never made it. I quickly say "no, no ... but we can't go there ... I was just joking. See, there is this blogger, Crazy Aunt Purl, and she's going to be there. So if I go I'll be a bonafide stalker ... and I don't wanna be a bonafide stalker!".
They stared at me with utter confusion and said "A blogger? You'd be a blog stalker?? We don't get it."
I tried to explain but they just poo-poo'd me and said "it's a big place ... what are the chances you'd see her anyway?"
Uh yeah.
So we go! And the place is a HOOT! And I see right off the bat while they're seating us that there is no CAP in sight. I breathe of sigh of relief!
Until much, much, much later in the meal. When one of them asks "have you seen if she's here yet". Without thinking, I quickly scan around and see CAP sitting at my 4 o'clock. It was only a quick glance yet .....at the exact same moment .... CAP seems to see me looking (argh!). So now I FEEL like a real stalker and can't think of how I could casually approach her without The Guilt Of Bonafide Stalker etched on my face. Even though I was still clinging to the theory that I DIDN'T MEAN TO STALK!
I mean, really, what were the chances that I'd be in LA that weekend, that my friends would just happen to be available that night, that they wanted to go to The Stinking Rose, that we would be there at the same time as CAP, and that CAP would get seated near us??!! I mean, COME ONNNNNNN!
So then the "OMG .... Crazy Aunt Purl ..... RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!!" ... started to seep in. And I snuck another glance behind me .... only to find, once again ... CAP seeming to see me looking.
So now, it's official. I've got Stalker written all over me!
BUT wait, it gets worse.
So there is truly this line between Casual Stalker ... and Scary Stalker. And I crossed it ... oh yes I did! Because you know me and my camera .... must take pictures! MUST. And so I errr ...... tried to figure out how to sneak a picture of CAP. (I KNOW! I told you ..... I've crossed the line)
Unfortunately, my back was to CAP so I couldn't do it on the sly. So I wrangled my friend V to try to sneak the picture since she was sitting facing CAP. But V kept saying "it's too dark ... it's too dark, switch places with me " ... and so I switched seats so I was facing CAP. I had L and V pretend like I'd be taking a picture of them but really .... they kept blocking my shot! So I had to tell them to get out of the way and I snuck a picture* of Crazy Aunt Purl. Well, I say "snuck" ... but really, when a bright flash of light goes off in a darkened restaurant ... and you've got three women giggling like schoolgirls .... how "sneaky" is that?!! Yeah, not really, I know!
So yeah, it's official ....... stay tuned for invitations to my house-warming party for my new home in Scary Stalkerville!
And you know, it wouldn't have been AS bad had I simply approached her after dinner and told her what a fan I was. But did I??? NO!
I like to blame my wussiness on the fact that she wasn't with her group of blogging girlfriends who would have understood the "OMG! You're Crazy Aunt Purl!!!" blabberings from a total stranger! Instead she was on a date (with a mighty cute man, might I add!)! And so I didn't want to intrude! Because, what if she didn't tell him about the blog?? And and ......... what would I have said anyway?? Nothing coherent I guarantee you! (And whatever it was would have been mighty garlicky too. Just sayin'.)
So instead I slunk out .... which really kinda cements the title of "Scary Stalker", doesn't it?!
Yeah, I'll be expecting the restraining order in the mail any day now...... :)
*I'd post the picture for all y'all but apparently V was right when she said "it's too dark"! ...lol. And the grainy mess that came out simply does not capture the gorgeousness that is CAP! Sigh. I was SO hoping that picture would work out. But now I've crossed the line to Scary Stalker without being able to post any proof! (but WAIT! ... maybe no proof means I can still lay claim to "Normal Everyday Cute Stalker"??? Yeahhhhh, that's the ticket..... :))
.... and hence, I will not be watching the new reality show* which stars 10 cats! That's right, you heard me! A Kitty Reality Show!
Apparently the cats will be "put through their weekly paces in contests including best purr and top post-climber, a panel of judges will decide who stays and who goes."
AND ...the copywriters will be creating voiceovers! You know, to give the cats personalities!!! "Some may be shy, but the Los Angeles and New York cats could turn out to be real glamour pusses."
HAHAHA. See now, that doesn't sound entertaining at all! If I was TRULY a Crazy Cat Lady I'd know that this project "will be shown in three-minute segments in the 9 p.m. EDT hour Friday on the Animal Planet channel for 10 consecutive weeks, starting June 16". Right? So SURELY I'm not a Crazy Cat Lady. I don't even have my VCR programmed to record it. Yet.
.... for those fans out there of the band Live ... and for those fans of American Idol's Chris Daughtry (hubba hubba*) ... have y'all caught the new duet of these two doing the song "Mystery"??
The Live website has a link to the download. You can find it here. It is absolutely fan-tab-u-lous! Take a listen if you get the chance!
Go Chris!!! Whoo hooo!!! Can't wait til your AI obligations are over and you can get out there and start up a band to call your own. I will come stalking, so prepare yourself!! ;)
[update: well, crap-a-dap! By the time Blogger came up and let me actually publish this post, the link to the song Mystery became invalid. Sorry about that. Apparently they've got it listed on all the normal download sites if you are so inclined. (Dang bastards .... just sucking all the fun outta things!)]
*Hey Taylor Hicks ... I haven't forgotten about you, don't think I have! You know I'd still marry you in a heartbeat if'n you crooked your finger at me. Just sayin'. K?! :)
