Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Good Grief More Random Acts of Geekiness!

The other night I was blissfully asleep under my semi-new electric blanket when I had a dream about a certain geeky food icon tempting me to break my month old marriage vows.

No, not Christopher Kimball. Ew. Alton Brown. Mmmmm....

So in my dream I was at one of the dining halls here on campus and AB had to improve the cuisine. If I assisted him then I could skip class and we would make some bacon. Of course the dining hall looked less like a dining hall and more like the wine section at Lowes Foods, all soft light and honey wood.

Long story short I of course tried to help him as much as I could. I did get sidetracked when I decided it would be faster to take a campus bus back to where he was rather than run, which it was not. And in the tradition of dreams I had other things going on, like a family at McDonalds, and my sister and our videographer from the wedding and me in this church. And the whole place was this terrible blue and a bride wanted to paint it before the wedding, and I was working on a cross stitch project... It makes no sense.

However I did make it back to AB who had to make do with a chicken rather than a duck for his recipe. And he was pleased with my help. However, I woke up before my dream got to the fun part.

I told Josh about this when I woke up. He just gave me a wierd look, suggested that I mention my fucked up dreams to my therapist and walked out. You know the usual response.

Oh AB. We'll always have the Wright Place...

Monday, December 11, 2006

What a mess, what a mess, what a mess.

About an hour ago I was sitting here at the computer much like I am now, only I was a mess. A complete and total wouldn't think I was a married adult mess.

From head to toe:

My hair was nasty, my bangs in my eyes and in need of another coloring.

My face was in need of a clay mask. Still is. Can't hit them all.

I was pretty stinky.

I hadn't shaved or moisturized in a while. My legs were like an enchanted forest of hair on a scaly, dry patch of soil.

My feet were very dry and scaly and looked like they needed power sanding.

Thankfully Josh was equally stinky and dirty so he didn't notice. But I did feel like a bit of a failure. So I have colored my hair, used my pore refining face wash, shaved, moisturized, deodorized and pumiced. I am in much better shape. Except...

Judging from what my hair looked like while slathered in ColorSilk I may have to start liking Marilyn Manson and break out my old bottle of black nail polish. This goo was less Medium Ash Brown and more Guest on Goth Talk. So I await the results once my hair dries.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Thank you Jesus!!!

I just found the addresses! They were in an overnight bag that I took to Josh's dad's house two weeks ago. I am so relieved. Let this be a lesson to all of you: unpack your stuff promptly and keep your house clean!

Friday, December 01, 2006

Really, really going to Hell.

Well, my addresses were not at work. I'm hoping that if I clean the house really well i'll find them. Say a prayer for me.