5 things learned in July

1) Strawberry margaritas on Sunday afternoons are best accompanied by kiddie pools and lawn chairs.

2) When your roommate gets another dog without considering your feelings on the matter, of course that dog is going to be the yappiest damn thing on the face of the planet.

3) A case of beer is like magic elixir to people who have been moving furniture all day.

4) Hearing about exes being in new relationships can be either devastatingly complicated or simply joyful...depending on the ex.

5) Even 27-year-old women can still squeal like girls when having to get a fish off the hook.

Invasion

Today, the state's annual bike ride is coming through my town. I have nothing against the occasional bike rider. But there's nothing like thousands of drunk people in spandex that make you wanna not leave the house.

Can you call in 'annoyed' to work?

A giggle and a mystery

The giggle is thanks to Ms. Jodi...

Clicky now please.

Joss Whedon, Nathan Fillion, Neil Patrick Harris, AND Felicia! From the Cheetos commercial! (I'm sure she's done other fine work but I really did enjoy the commercial. And make a mental note of what she looks like. it comes up later.) And there's SINGING!

Unfortunately or fortunately... that fun little bloglet is available this week only for free. Later you have to pay for it, I guess. So gets your chuckles in now!

The mystery...

Why, oh why does sunscreen always have that SMELL? Ya know, sunscreeny smell. I am white...like crazy white like aforementioned Felicia. Therefore I am wearing teh sunscreenz everyday. But I hate the smell. I buy the Unscented.

Hark. (is there an olfactory version of hark? Snort? Snork? Snark! I digress.)

Smells like sunscreen. I smell like it now. At night. When it's dark out. I am not on a beach. I do not have bermuda shorts or a big straw hat on. But I sure smell like I do. Albino white redheads should not smell like they are tan, blonde, sea-water dripping surfer people. It's like the lotion companies are mocking us. We need a lotion that smells like books and sarcasm. Sexy.

A blurry week

I've been in a funk. Stressed, tired, borderline upset, a little emotionally drained. You name it, I've been there. I wish there was a legitimate excuse for it. It's a complicated set of little catalysts. I'm totally trying to be the logical nerd and tell myself that I just need to snap out of it. I probably will eventually. Hopefully after I hand in a stack of projects that are hiding the entirety of my drawing table. Hopefully after I get over some news that has had me freaked out for a couple days. Hopefully after things get back to being like summer and not like some self-imposed punishment.

I'd call that a 'peeing in your cheerios' kind of post but it's afternoon now. So whatever you had for lunch...bon appetit.

Scraps

Thanks to all who stopped by for my birthday! It was a blast. My friends insisted that I dress like a girl for the event and as I sat at dinner in my heels and dress it occurred to me that the four of us were the stereotype. It was kinda bizarre as I usually have more guy friends than girl and for the first time in my life, it seems like it has swapped. I'm not complaining.

Happy Fourth of July! I know it's tomorrow but I'm going to be FISHING and DRINKING and WEARING MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF SUNSCREEN. Because that's what being an American is all about. Sometimes.

Saturday is my Divorce anniversary. I talk about how fantastic my ex is all the time so I'll spare you all. He really is great, though. Greatest guy I ever put back on the market.

That's all I got. My brain is already out fishing. Hope it's not using itself for bait.

Birthday!