Gack!

gack!

i was photoshopping an image, and i accidentally closed the wrong window. i lost the whole damn picture:

that's right, it's blank because i lost the whole thing. so no more blog post for you. possibly ever. goodbye.

You're a Birthday Boy or Girl

i have to say, i'm not usually stoked about my birthday. to be honest, i'm kinda grouchy about the whole thing:

it's strange since i like attention so much, but for some reason, people examining my wrinkles doesn't make me feel very celebratory. however, i had the luckiest birthday! i totally made out like a bandit:

i know what you're thinking. birthdays aren't about things, they're about having your loved ones around loving you, celebrating that you came into this world, blah, blah, blah. well, you're WRONG. and i'm surrounded by my nice things:

The Slurm Factory

great luck! charlie has been banished! possibly forever!

but there is some bad luck, too....in order to understand, i take you all the way back to this past weekend. we took a family outing to north shore animal shelter to get my sister a puppy:

sister was in need of said puppy because someone didn't do all of his resolutions last month and is supposedly being punished for it. but, when we got there, some things occurred and somehow c.b. and i ended up getting a puppy instead:

i don't know how sister did it! she totally tricked us!

there is some additional good luck, though. this week on this american life there's a story just about puppies!

The Sticking Point

because i'm a yuppie new yorker now:

i have an acupuncturist. i see said acupuncturist every other week, and so far she's done a lot of great things for me. mostly involving needles:

this week was no different. had my needles, had my tummy rubbed, went home*. however, when i got home, i felt a little itch on my chest. when i went to scratch it, i found:

yup! she left two in. awkward. but at least i'm not afraid to pull them out! and luckily, they wound up in my sister's trash can. you're welcome, sister!

Comments

we've had really bad luck with blogger comments, haven't we? other than for play doh boy --who seems to be able to comment as much as he wants--either they show up in duplicates:

 or not at all:

but, good news! i've fixed all of that with disqus, so now you can comment as much as you've probably been wanting to all of the time:

go on! give it a try!

The Break Up

last week, i went to the doctor for my annual check up. it was generally routine: blood samples, urine sample, breathing into a strange plastic contraption for ten minutes with a nose clip on while drool pools in my bottom lip:

hunky dory. i made my follow up appointment for the next week and walked to the office. flash forward to this week, the day before my appointment when i get a voicemail:

wait a minute, did she just casually mention that they moved offices? in a week's time? why didn't they tell me this was happening last week when i was in?? i totally feel like i've been dumped, and the doctor knew it was coming, but waited until she had her new life ready to rip the bandaid off:

and as we all do in such situations, i racked my brain for signs of what was inevitably to come. i went over and over again the hour that i had been in the previous week to see what i could have possibly missed. sure the office was a bit of a wreck:

but the sign on the wall clearly assured me that it was just a teensy weensy messy during renovations:

you're probably thinking that this isn't the biggest deal you've ever heard. people move, if we like them, we take a leap and follow to the new location. but we didn't even talk about it! she just up and left and expected me to follow, even though the new office isn't near any train, my home, or my office. it's practically in the sticks:

so, i'm bummed. now i have to find a new doctor. unless i'm dying, in which case i won't have to find a new doctor after all. but in order to know whether or not i'm dying, i'd have to crawl back to my current doctor, and i'm just not ready to be that vulnerable in front of her. Sure, she's seen my exposed body, but she'll never see my exposed heart!

The Ride In

so, i've been riding my bike to work, and in an attempt to be more visible, i "borrowed" a reflector anklet from kris:

unfortunately, i "misplaced" it. so, i bought a new one and wore it for the first time today:

but then, i "misplaced" that one on the way into work. the same day i first wore it! we looked and looked, up and down the hall:

in the elevator:

and even on the street we rode in on:

but nothing! such bad luck.... i mean, i don't have enough money to buy a new anklet every day. so, we got back on the elevator, and...

my anklet! turns out, it was on my leg the whole time but had just slid beneath the pant leg. we did it. 

Under the Weather

ugh, you guys. it won't stop precipitating! first, it rained:

then it snowed, but puddled:

now it's snowing and sticking:

how am i supposed to ride my bike to work if it doesn't stop with the weather?

also, tell mother nature that it's practically spring and she should stop mocking us with this winter dealy. it's rude.

Packing it in

good luck: my friend sarah  got a new job in the field in which she actually got her graduate degree*:

bad luck: it means that she has to take a major pay cut:

good luck: this means she is hoarding food from freshdirect while she still has money:

 

great luck: i got to see all of the food she hoarded! she hoarded so nicely, too. her freezer is packed to the gills:

oh man, rifling through those goods was SO EXCITING! i felt like...well, like a ferret ferretting into everything:

it. was. awesome.

*sarah actually has about seventeen graduate degrees. but this is the one that she definitely cares about the most forever. don't worry about it.