yesterday the new indigo girls album came out.

I attempted to pick it up yesterday, along with the new boots and the diapers and the new firetruck shoes and the wipes that needed to be obtained at target, but we were running very late and target’s music selection isn’t really all that great.

ig = negative.
sore feet = affirmative
kids to bed late = affirmative

so today i met some friends for lunch, afterwhich i tried to find the album at borders and then best buy. borders had 10 copies, but it took 2 sales associates to track them down. They didn’t have the collector’s edition (with alternate tracks on disc 2) which I wanted. best buy didn’t have anything.

ig = negative
being helped profusively = affirmative

so then i popped in the car and thought, why not, i’m already over here, and drove over to tower records. after a quick check of the new releases display and the IG slot, i got someone to look it up for me where i learned that Tower Records is actually in bankruptcy and all their deliveries have been disrupted and so sorry, they don’t have it.

ig = negative
being helped profusively = more affirmative (people are so nice, really!)

so on my way back to my car, there was a tj maxx, which my mom is always going on about, and i have stepped into maybe one time in my life. She was talking about these very expensive Le Cruset pots that I’ve always secretly coveted and how they were exceedingly cheap at the Maxx, so I decided, what the hell, I’d go poke my nose in. A wended my way through the children’s section (nice costumes) (wow, they sell toys?) to the back where they had exactly one Le Cruset kettle, and then was making my way back to the exit in front when I was diverted to the shoes. I went over and checked it out.

Up until this time, I did not so much as pick up anything. Just looked, and fairly briefly at that. However, when I got to the shoes, I actually stopped, looked, and started to pick out some shoes and try them on. It was only after I had to drop the 3 pairs of boots/shoes to try to zip up a 4th, that I looked down at the floor at all the shit I’d dropped and realized that my wallet was NOT AMONG THEM.

ig = negative, but i wasn’t even really trying to find it there
losing my wallet = sadly, AFFIRMATIVE

i suck. i suck i suck i suck. maybe YOU never lose your wallet, or keys, or very important items, but I do, with a startling frequency. I am surprised I haven’t had a heart attack yet, because this feeling really sucks. I can feel my heart beating rapidly, that panicked feeling in my gut, and then it all increases about 10 fold when I contemplate when/how I’ll have to tell james. “hi. i suck. i suck i suck i suck i suck.”

i really suck.

I went back over every inch of the 2 places I’d stood while looking at shoes. I retraced my steps over the whole store. I went back to Tower Records and inquired there. I retraced my steps, including going back to the bathroom and making sure I hadn’t left it on the sink (which I’ve done before). But in actuality, I KNEW that I had it when I walked into TJ Maxx, and since I had picked up NOTHING until I got to the shoes, IT HAD TO BE THERE.

But it wasn’t. I inquired with about 4 of the sales associates (because just because one hasn’t heard anything about a lost wallet, doesn’t mean a different one hasn’t). They have my name and number in case it turns up.

After searching with the cold knot of dread in my stomach, I finally left with the dim hope that maybe I hadn’t carried it in afterall, maybe it was still back in my car nestled safely in my purse.

It wasn’t.

I’ve called and put a hold on my credit cards just to be sure. I have a lot of experience in ‘lost wallets’. With all my ‘lost wallet’ experience, I have never permanently lost my wallet.

This time I have a bad feeling like maybe it is going to stay lost.

And that will suck.

Now I can’t even order the damn IG album (collector’s edition!) online.

ig = negative
me wanting to shove a chopstick in my ear to stop myself from further acts of idiocy = affirmative

Cross your fingers and toes for me.

1. Knobs are good. Knobs are wonderful. I love me some knob.
2. Gas out in the sticks is much cheaper than gas closer to the city. BEHOLD!Merrifield, VA, about .1 miles from the beltway:
   
   Bristow, VA, about 30 miles from the beltway and .1 miles from my house:

   And that’s not even counting the 3 cent discount if you swipe your safeway card! I BOUGHT GAS FOR UNDER $2 YESTERDAY! AMAZING!While I am overcome with cheap(er) gas giddiness, I am actually kind of sad also. High gas prices = bigger demand for alternative fuel technology.

3. Costco has gotten all weird. BEHOLD!
   Strangely shaped milk containers!
4. I have given in to the Project Runway obsession and put Season 2 on my netflix list. I’m watching them again and listening to Tim Gunn’s podcast for that season for the first time. This season of podcasts is much better, longer in length and he seems to give more insight, but I still love the podcasts. I may or may not also have ripped the episodes into ipod friendly format. I may or may not share them with you if you wish. You may or may not email me at amy at crazymokes dot com if you want some PR video ipod love. I may or definitely WILL delete this part since it may or may not be illegal. I’ve watched disk 1, disk 2 is waiting for me to watch tonight, and Netflix has promised that disk 3 will be waiting in my mailbox when I get home.
5. I heart Tim Gunn.
6. I also heart the super cute pink cowboy boots I got Jocelyn at Target yesterday and would like a pair for myself. I don’t even like pink. But I love those boots. I need to get me some fall/winter boot lovin. James learned from one of his podcasts, that apparently a sure-fire way to get your credit card frozen, is to buy gas, buy gas again, and then buy a pair of shoes. Because apparently, when teenagers steal a credit card, first they fill up their tank, their friend’s tank, and then go buy shoes. I must be a teenager at heart, because I think if I stole a credit card, that’s probably exactly what I’d do too. Except the friend’s tank. Screw them. Let them steal their own credit card. We’re going to test it out. Because who doesn’t love to get their credit card frozen? HOW FUN!
7. This is my reminder to write about last Saturday the Saturday before last where I went a photography-ing and a road-tripping. I’ll give you a hint about what all went down. Linda and I ALMOST brought home a souvenir from Virginia Beach.
   His name was Ryan.
8. Are you dying of curiosity now? GOOD!

Now that I’ve piqued your interest, I’ll smooch you on the forehead and wave buh-bye.

MMMMMMMMWAH!

Jocelyn is growing up so quickly. She speaks in pretty complete sentences now, but still in a babyish way. We can pretty much understand everything she’s saying, or make a pretty good guess, which she can then confirm or deny.

Looking back though, it’s funny to see how some things she says began, I’m sure, as her saying something, us not understanding and saying something else, then she ended up using THAT phrase and attributing it to her original object.

Then sentence was convoluted. Why don’t I just get right to it, shall we?

This one happened around Ethan’s birthday, back in May.

James went out with Jocelyn to get balloons for the shindig. She came back, saying what we thought was, “RED HOT BALLOON!” Well, she kept saying it over and over and we kept repeating it all day long. After the party, I realized she was ACTUALLY saying, “WE GOT BALLOONS!” But it was too late. “Red hot balloon” stuck, and we still have this ‘red hot balloon’ thing following us around wherever we go.

Here’s another one that I have no idea how it originated.

We got a new cat carrier earlier this year, for, well, carrying cats. It is pink (never let the kids come along or you will be forced to pick a color that you would normally gouge your eyes out before looking at yourself), and it had a long shoulder strap which I immediately took off, deeming that a cat carried in the carrier by the shoulder strap would be too jostling than holding it carefully by the shorter handles.

Anyway, that shoulder strap got picked up by Jocelyn, and she started carrying it around, and oohing and aahing over it, calling it something that sounded VERY much like, “treasure”. And to this day, if she sees that shoulder strap lying around, she squeals with delight and hollers, “MY TREASURE!”

Next, we’ll have to get her a “precious” and teach her to refer to herself as “We” as if she were royalty. I still wonder what she was saying which we thought was “treasure”.

I had another one, but I’ve now forgotten it. I was thinking over all these little wonky language things, because I don’t think she’ll have any more of them. My baby. So big. Sniff.

I have Bunko tonight, a date with James tomorrow (our babysitter who is now a senior, and NEVER is available to babysit, HAS A YOUNGER SISTER!!!! OH JOY OF JOYS! I AM SO EXCITED! TIME! ALONE! WITH MY HUSBAND! AND NO CHILDREN! IT’S BEEN SO SO LONG! We might just sit there and stare at eachother going, “So. Nice weather we’re having.” for about 5 minutes before we decide these childless moments are better spent making out.)(what was I saying again? oh yeah), this project to get started on, a Totoro to make per Ethan and Jocelyn’s demands, and probably actually no craftiness going on because I will probably have to WORK this weekend. Yuck.

I know that paragraph is a mess, but I am just going to grin and bear it, and that means you will have to too. You can do it. Just go get your treasure, and it will help you through these hard, hard times of reading blogginess by amy. I’m sorry. There there.

– amy shakes her money maker

I am sitting here and decided, hell. Why not stay up and watch PR LIVE instead of going to bed and watching it tomorrow.

Then I thought, hell, why not blog about it live also! What fun!

So, in case you haven’t seen the show yet, and don’t want to be spoiled by spoilers, you might wnat to stop now.

1. So, they’re going to a party. Super fun.
2. Going to be 2 guests. Olsen twins? I heard something about the Olsen twins?
3. OMG!! OH MY GOD!! NOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOD NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I see Vincent. This can’t be good. Now’s their chance for revenge, if they have to dress him.
4. Oh wow. Angela. Stick rosettes all over her.
5. Oh. My. Goodness. They get a second chance. Holy shit, now THIS IS A TWIST! I LOVE IT!!!
6. Cocktail party outfit using only black and white – I love this. It’s like a level playing field to have them all have to use the same colors. I think it’ll show us even more what they can do.
7. Kind of nice to see Jeffrey eat crow, after gloating sooooo much about Angela being gone. Ha-ha!
8. i like that Timm reiterated what I spotted. I feel smart now. shocking.
9. WOW!!! They can’t leave any fabric any left over. they have to use it ALL! I LOVE IT!!
10. I remember why I never watch TV live. I hate commercials. I love TiVo. TiVo is my friend.
11. Oh no. “I’m going to do a hippie, beach party, cocktail dress.” JUST SAY NO ULI. I love you sweetie, but you need to steer CLEAR of the hippie look.
12. I see Angela making a rosette with her fabric.
13. vincent says they gave him extra fabric. excuses excuses.
14. i wish that sweet girl who got kicked out with her paper dress had won one so she could have another chance, cause i bet she would KICK IT.
15. dang, laura is getting really pregnant. poor woman, i bet she is SO tired.
16. More commercials. Zach Braff’s movie looks cute. I like Zach Braff, even though he wrote “sam” (natalie portman’s character) in Garden State as the Ideal Version Of A Girl As Envisioned By A Boy, and not as a real person. Well, at least in spots. I liked that movie, really I did, that just bugged me a little bit.
17. IT’S BACK IT’S BACK IT’S BACK!!
18. oh no. uli. NO. NO NO NO NO. NO “VERY 70s BEACHY” (they’re in the makeup thingee)
19. You know what I love the most about Tim? I look at these outfits, and I know something is wrong, and Tim just walks over and points straight to the thing, and then I go, “Yeah. That’s it.” Michael did that for Kayne earlier too. I love Michael. GO MICHAEL.
20. Laura looks like she’s about — … oh my god she’s crying. seriously, poor woman. she is so tired.. she needs to just go sleep for days.
21. UP AND ATTEM!
22. oh no… Gia has had an accident. i wonder what happened.. i hope she’s ok.
23. i’m worried about kayne. i don’t have any real idea of a lot of their dresses..
24. IF VINCENT…. no. i’m not even going to say it. it just WILL NOT happen.
25. angela is stuffing her scraps in the purse to give it volume? is that allowed? did others do this? this blogging is really interupting my watching of the show! still. i love tivo. did kayne stuff his in his model’s bag also?
26. OK people. i’m in commercials now.
27. ALISON! that’s her name. I wish Alison could have come back on the show.
28. angela: wow, i don’t hate it.
29. kayne: it looks a little boring. that white is going to kill him though.
30. laura: i… LOVE that dress. I LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT.
31. michael: she looks fantastic. not sure about that hairdo though.
32. jeffrey: she looks like a 13 year old street walker.. i don’t like it at all.
33. uli: oh my GOD, I LOVE THAT.. wow. i’m surprised.
34. vincent: i think i saw the model’s Princess.
35. let’s see what the judges think!!
36. yay! they liked michael!
37. vincent: that GOD nina doesn’t like it. cheap. TOO SHORT.
38. uli: HAHA – looks like pool floats. they don’t LOOOOVE it. but i don’t think they hate it..
39. angela: costumey. and she didn’t use her scraps.
40. jeffrey: yeah, seeing that model again, i really don’t like that. not at all. judges think it’s cheap, NOT elegant. not stepping out of his element.
41. laura: man.. i realy like this. it is just beautiful, and she managed to not have a V down to her navel. they like it, yay! i do like laura, i just felt like she was the SAME every week.
42. kayne – oh i’m not feeling good.. nina at least sees that he was trying to step away from the cheap and tawdry.
43. ok i’m pausing!

i always do this, every show.. i try to guess who’s going to win, and who’s going to lose. i think it’s got to go to michael. they didn’t have a single bad word to say about him, and his dress is fab. I predict, winner = Michael.

that means both the come-backs will be outta here, and one more designer will have to go. Jeffrey has won so many, I think it’ll be hard to cut him loose, even though I think he’s in the bottom. Kayne… oh kayne sweetie, you tried. so hard. but I think you’ll be going bye bye tonight. maybe some freak of nature jeffrey will go, but i bet kayne and jeffrey stand there together.

OK. UNpausing.

listeing to the judges gab.

eek. not looking good for uli. i liked it though. in the end, it’s still a beautiful dress.

OK HERE GOES! One is the winner! One of you will be out!

oh dammit, commercials.

HAHA!!! ALISON was the CLEAR winner in who everyone wanted to return! yay alison!

Winner: laura. she deserves it. so did michael, i bet that was a tough one. oh i’m so happy for her 🙂

bye bye angela. bye bye vincent.

BARF. Mr. Ego. “I do it so damn well. It’s a gift.” YOU WERE JUST CANNED, FREAKOZOID!

yeah, just as i predicted, kayne and jeffrey. it’s gotta be kayne.. i just love kayne, poor guy.

bye bye kayne. oh i’m so sad for him. Anna! He didn’t really have a whole collection in the making in the backroom of that bridal shop! Too bad.

And now the week of waiting begins again for NEXT week! I wish I had last season on my TiVo still, cause I’d watch it and dance around, “It’s just faaaaashiooooon!”

What? It’s like, 2 weeks into September and you’re sick of seeing the august banner? OH FINE. Here you go.

This month’s banner is an homage to Laid Off Dad, whose banners I adore. Go check them out.

Oh I love this show. Even if it is a leeeeetle bit boring after last season. (“It’s a MOTHER-F*CKING WALK-OFF!!” Sometimes I still dance around singing, “Lighten up it’s just faaaaaaaaaaaashiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooon!!” and have been known to comment, “Designers! You all f*cking suck!” ala Santino’s Tim Gunn impression.)

But I digress. This is merely a super quick post to point you over here, to Entertainment Weekly’s interview with Vincent.

Because, Oh. My. God. He is DELUSIONAL. and I have NO IDEA IF I SPELLED THAT CORRECTLY.

Here’s a quick quote from page 2:

Among the designers who are left on the show, which one do you think is worthy of winning?
Myself. I love the truth, and I’ll say this: If you look at the show and you know anything about design, you can see clearly who the designer was. They are amateurs. This show is full of amateur designers. I think one was way, way above and alone on the show. But I don’t do the ego thing. It’s not my style. But I love the truth.

How convenient that he is SO not about EGO. Just about the TRUTH. And the truth is, EVERYONE except HIM, are AMATEURS, and HE is the sole person WORTHY OF WINNING! (And I just CAN’T stop HITTING the SHIFT key. SEND HELP NOW.)

Someone needs to give him the kool-aid already. I’ll let you read while I go vomit. It is laugh out loud funny, to see how crazy and delusional he is. The impressive french lady, Cathreine Malandrino (I’m sure I spelled that wrong, SORRY!) would have totally gone out with him in his mind, but she was “a little bit too old.” – !!!!

I love Kayne, but unless he shapes up the tacky, I predict he’s gone next. Laura needs to step out of her albeit elegant, but boring mold and do something exciting (and that doesn’t have a neckline down to the waist might be nice for a change. We don’t need to see your model’s sternum in EVERYTHING YOU DESIGN). Jeffrey can design, but is a prick. Michael is my darling and I hope he wins. I think he’s going to be in the final 3 for sure. Uli is a genius at prints, but is anyone else getting sick of seeing braided ropes hanging off of everything she does? She also needs to step out of her comfort zone and make sure whatever she does isn’t straight from the hippie 70s.

So much for a quick post!

THE ART OF THE SCALE

Weigh-in: 263.5 I am down 2.5 lbs. That is for a total of 5 lbs. HOORAY! Now, I don’t know how “true” this was, because I didn’t have my glasses on. When I can actually see, I step on the scale, and it kind of hovers around several numbers, usually within half a lb or two, and then LOCKS on whatever number is showing after 1 second, and that’s what it decides is “the” number.

This means that if you step off, and step back on again, you might get a different number. You have to stand very still and watch and see what is going on. With no glasses on, the LED on my scale is just an unreadable blur and I just had to hold very still, wait a few seconds, and then hop off and crouch down to see what it said.

It could have been hovering around 264, or even 264.5 and then blipped down for a second when I breathed in (or out) or some tiny shift of my balance affected the reading.. I don’t know. But I DO know that when I saw the number I was very pleased, and so I am TAKING it and not asking questions 🙂

Five pounds. This is great. I have to say, that the second week has been a lot easier than the first. The impulsive urges to just pick up that muffin near the register in the cafe were nearly OVERPOWERING the first week, and the second? What muffin? Where? Didn’t even see it. Weekends are definitely harder, but saving a lot of flex points for the weekend helps a good bit.

Here’s to week three!

SCHOOL’S OPEN HOUSE

Sunday afternoon was pleasantly filled with various activities. Ethan spends “naptime” nurturing the budding architect within by shunning his bed and building all varieties of creations out of his wooden train tracks or maybe his blocks. Jocelyn sometimes sleeps, but didn’t on Sunday. I heard her over the baby monitor singing and laughing and reading books, and finally, a loud THUMP! and then the loud, crying of a toddler who was not just crying to milk out every vestage of sympathy possible, but the loud insistent wailing of someone who is actually hurt. I nearly dropped my laptop on the floor in my flight up the stairs to her room, where sure enough, she was laying on the floor, apparently having fallen while trying to climb over her bed rail.

She wasn’t TOO hurt though (probably just more scared) because when I picked her up, she said through her tears, “I want to come downstairs Mommy!” (not, “ow” or “I have a boo-boo” or “I need a band-aid” or “I FELL!!” just “I want to come downstairs!”)

Since everyone was so SOLIDLY, DECIDEDLY awake, we decided to head over to the kids’ school’s annual open house.

Ethan’s teacher told us that Ethan is very smart, and has a very strong character. She added that he tries very hard, which was all EXACTLY the right things to say to us, and we were very proud of our boy. We spent some time playing with all his favorite toys, which SURPRISINGLY, all seemed to match the transportation or architect theme. Oh, or puzzles. The boy LOVES puzzles. I was especially excited, when we sat down at a table with paper and crayons, when Ethan decided to draw “our house!” by himself, with minimal involvement from me. “First draw a line up. Then over. Then down. Now the roof. Can you draw a door? How about a window?” Whenever Ethan decides he wants a picture of something, he normally hands one of us the paper and crayon and demands that we do it for him, no matter our arguments that “we’ll help, YOU can do it!”

My baby’s first drawing of a house. Next stop, college. Sniff.

Jocelyn was quick to show us the bin filled with My Little Ponies “Here’s the mommy, and here’s the baby!” and was sweeping busily in a corner when it was time for us to go. I mentioned to her teacher how we’ve been really cracking down on any whining, “I Waaaaaant a DRIIIIIIINK!” “Ask nicely.” “May I have a drink please?” “SURE!” and was excited (and stunned, actually) to hear that she doesn’t whine too much at school. However, she does say, “LEAVE ME ALONE!” which she says at home as well. I explained that unfortuately, she got that from her brother, who says that to her entirely too often, and instructed them to definitely not tolerate that sort of attitude because we certainly don’t.

Overall, the visit to the school went well, and then we were off to our next destination, Tamara and Andrew’s, where we dropped off a crib mattress and a pack and play. “You sure you won’t need it?” Tamara asked.

“Nope. Not unless something goes dramatically astray!” I replied.

STILL AFRAID OF ANY TOILET OTHER THAN HIS OWN

Since we were in the area, we called up Ann and Kurt to see if they wanted to risk life and limb and have dinner with us and the kids. I joked that eating with the whole family will be like an additional dose of birth control. Feel the need for babies? Oh just have dinner with us, and you can stave off that feeling for easily, another 2-3 years! I don’t know how it looked to them, but the kids actually did fairly well, with Jocelyn only trying to escape from the high chair a few dozen times at the end, and Ethan behaving remarkably well. The tale of How Dinner Went might have an ENTIRELY different perspective from their side of the table of which I am totally unaware! Hee hee!

But I digress.

We drove around a bit before heading to the restaurant so as not to get there too early, and Ethan started showing concern about what was going on.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to drive around a little bit and then go to the restaurant and have dinner with Kurt and Ann. Look a caboose!”

“Yeah. Sure. Caboose. Um, I don’t want to go to the restaurant. Let’s drive around and then drive HOME.”

“Well, then we will be hungry. We’re going to have dinner at the restaurant. Don’t you want some dinner? They might have PANCAKES!”

“I don’t want dinner. I’m not getting out of the car. So THERE. Humph.”

This went on the entire (short) drive.

When we got to the restaurant Ethan REALLY started acting up. He started to pitch a fit over nothing – he wanted MOMMY to get him out of the car and not Daddy, and he wasn’t going to get out unless MOMMY got him out.. James and I were starting to get pretty testy with him until I saw how he was crossing his legs.. I thought it was to prevent James from touching the buckle (because he wanted me to get him out, not James) but then I realized what it was.

The boy had to pee, and was afraid of being forced to go to the bathroom in the restaurant’s bathroom. I tried to make it as casual as possible, and at the same time alleviate this fear, by saying, “Do you need to go potty? Maybe you could water the grass.” And sure enough, all of a sudden the attitude dropped and he and Daddy found a protected area and he did some business.

Ethan has a major phobia of strange toilets, as you can tell from all the photos I posted from vacation of Ethan’s bare buttocks while he “watered the grass”. Sometimes I try to help him push his comfort level a bit, but this time, I could tell that he was really really worried about it. Jocelyn and I went in and got a table, and when he and James arrived in the restaurant, the surly defiant attitude was gone.

I wonder how much longer before foriegn bathrooms are acceptable. Because while peeing in the bushes is (kind of) OK for a 4 year old, I think the clock is ticking on that one.

– amy conquers strange toilets with ease, is conquered by strongly scented bathrooms, alas!

ps – I’ve not forgotten about Saturday, but damn, I can only write so much (and so often) and expect you to listen, so later it will have to be.

Mystic, CT is home to a lot of touristy attractions. We arrived early one morning to go visit the Aquarium, and had a little time to spare before it opened. So we drove down to the main street, parked, and walked around a bit.

It was a stunningly beautiful day.

When we got back to the aquarium, again, we were too busy chasing after Jocelyn to be very handy with the camera. After a few hours looking at fish, we came back to the main drag and lunched at Mystic Pizza before we headed back to the yellow house for naptime.

Today is going to be an exciting day.

Today, the 4-month pregnant Tamara and I are going into DC to participate in a photo Safari. Basically we get to take photos like tourists in the National Museum of the American Indian in DC, with a professional photographer to help us learn more about our camera and how to take better pictures.

I am just so tickled I could spit.

But I won’t. You were nice enough to come to my site, so I will restrain myself. FOR YOU. MMMMWAH!

Here’s the blurb for this photography thing* in case you didn’t want to click on that link and see for yourself:

With their larger sensors, the Canon 20D and its bigger brother,the Canon 30D, SLR digital cameras have become a very popular items among serious digital photographers. This Safari will help 20D/30D users put their cameras through the paces of ISO settings, flash settings, variable white balance settings, file compression, aperture and shutter priorities, focus settings, custom settings, menu navigation tricks, exposure tricks, use of the histogram, etc. We will shoot inside and outside of the new National Museum of the American Indian.

Special exhibits at the museum pose unique challenges for the digital photographer, especially the mix of daylight and tungsten light. The eight-story high atrium is a great place to practice wide-angle photography, and the carvings and statues provide challenges for your telephoto lens.

Ooohhh. Doesn’t that sound cool? I’m going to come back knowing EVERYTHING! Well, a lot more than I know now, which is basically nothing.

So while Tamara and I learn how to be an awesome photographer, my darest dearling Linda is coming down from Long Island. She and I are going to road trip it old style (old style just means no kids in the car) to Virginia Beach to fetch some of her things from an ex. We will probably talk about the meaning of life** and many other deep things while listening to good music.

So. Yeah. Big day planned! Wish me luck! Or better, send me “stay on program!” vibes, because that will serve me better 🙂 (It’s been an excellent on program week thus far!)

* I keep refering to this photo safari thing as a “thing”. “Oh, I can’t Saturday, I have this photography thing.” It’s not a class, it’s not a seminar.. Really, I don’t know what to call it. It will have to remain a “thing”.

** FORTY-TWO!

-amy had an O.B. like that once.

I haven’t done this in a while, but today’s meetings had some good ones:

– Who’s next? Ben? What’s going on in Ben-dom?

– So what’s happening? What’s going on with that? Tell me about all the fixes you’re doing.
– I’m doing all the fixes.

– Well, Mr. X is taking another position within the organization, so it’s possible that this project will be taken over by Ms. Y–
– DOH!
(Ms. Y = troublemaker)

– I’m working on [a project] & [the client contact] needs to go back to the first grade.

– They’ve got to straighten out their paperwork, because it is a mess.
– I had an O.B. like that once.

(a minute later)

– Is it my turn? Are you finished? You done with your O.B. thing?