Wouldn't it suck if...

Check out this webcomic by Jess Fink.  It pretty much slays me.

finkenstein

Oops, I did it again

Every time I go to Trader Joe's I buy hummus.  I can't explain it, I don't know how it happens.  I think that I keep thinking that I will eventually hit upon a flavor that I simply cannot live without.  Instead I inevitably end up with another tub of gritty paste wasting away in my fridge until it passes the sell by date (sometimes much longer).  I'm not sure if it is an urge to snack more healthily, or if I simply get caught up in the moment.  Every time I tell myself that I just don't like hummus, there is nothing wrong with not liking hummus, I just need to not buy it again.  Where this lesson goes between my last trip to TJ's and my next trip to TJ's I will never know.  So here I am, sitting at my desk, trying to choke down just enough to feel that I have allowed the chickpeas to fulfill their destiny.  I am such an idiot.

Hot Coffee!!!

So, we got a new coffee setup here at office.  It's really high.

All you need is...

So, I generally try my best to not be mushy in any possible way.  It tends to negatively affect the tough exterior I have been cultivating as a shield for my gushy insides these many years.  Something happened this weekend however that gave me pause, and I discovered that my hard outer shell of awesomeness is not quite as impregnable as I had once thought.

As you may or may not know, my mom has recently (eh, the last year or so) moved to a beautiful house near the ocean.  Through a series of events at her workplace, she acquired an inside scoop involving where to find an abundance of sea glass.  Throughout the course of the week her mind blossomed with ideas of what she could do in her beautiful seaside home with buckets and buckets of sea glass.  By the time the weekend arrived a wild hair had sprouted and we were all signed on (my mother, my granny and I) for an impromptu drive up the Eastern Shore of Virginia to hunt our quarry of sea glass.

Aside from the beautiful drive across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, the trip started off a bit disappointing.  I mean, the company was wonderful, the beach lunch was delicious, but the sea glass was just nowhere to be found.  We spent about two hours combing the shore (and getting severely burned in the process) with nearly nothing to show for it.  We rejoiced in digging up even the smallest of shards, none of us willing to admit the steep decline in morale.  Then something magical happened. Just as I was about to throw my hands up in frustration (not really, it was still a pretty fun day) something caught my eye just beneath the surface of the water.  It was half buried in sand, and in all actuality, it just looked like another piece of flotsam, but something made me reach down and pick it up.  What I saw when I rolled it over in my hand was amazing (to me, but I am easily amazed).

This rock.  What was it doing there?  Who had made it?  Had they lost it, or thrown it into the sea on purpose for someone like me to find?  My mind reeled with the possibilities.  What was it's story?  In the end I decided it didn't matter.  It was there for me to find, and I found it.  The chances seemed pretty far out.  I mean, it's the whole ocean.  We were at a beach an hour from my home to which I have never even been before.  It's a ROCK.  Why would I pick up a rock?  Who knows?  But I guess it's probably best not to ask those kinds of questions.  I just put it in my pocket and walked on.

Eventually we came across a woman who was wearing a Cape Charles baseball hat.  My mom asked her where the best place was to find seaglass and she pointed us down the road a bit to the other side of a jetty.  There we found a pretty decent amount of pretty pices of tumbled glass.  It wasn't the bucket loads we had hoped for, but it was good and we drove home happy.

Something's fishy

So, living with a dog has been quite an adjustment.  For the most part she has been very little trouble at all, but the one thing I just feel like I can't quite get used to?  Doggies have no snooze button.  If they've gotta go out at 5 a.m., you damn well better take them, or you'll be making a lot more work for yourself in the long run.  So, the getting up at 5:00 thing is really not so horrible, if I could only find a way to get myself to bed before 11:00.  It is around this time that my second wind is usually peaking, and therein lies the primary issue.  Buuuuutttt, I'm sure I'll get used to it, just like every other major life adjustment that comes along.

For those of you who are not quite ready to make the commitment to a wet nose at 5 a.m., there are other options.  My suggestion?

Get a fish. 

http://store.heliotropehome.com/ficobbyum.html

Annie are you okay?

Well, she's finally home!  It took over two months to work everything out, but my pretty new girl finally moved in on Monday.  I really couldn't ask for a sweeter more well behaved dog.  She is so quiet and peaceful and chill...just like me!  Except for the quiet part.  And maybe the peaceful part.  But damn I'm chill, so we're a great match.  I really can't thank NGAP.org enough for everything they have done, both for me and for Annie.  We both look forward to being awesome together!

Mmmmm, Fast Food Mafia

I found this awesome depiction of the Fast Food Mafia (we all know they run this town) via http://epicwinftw.com/.  So hilarious. For more information on each character's persona and the inspiration for their illustrations check out the silent sketcher's deviantart page.