Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Reader, I have spent thousands of dollars and have committed years and years of dedicated moisturizing to prevent such creases. I began hyper-moisturizing maintenance when I was twelve years old. Twelve. That's a lot of years, but I've prided myself on not having road maps on my face. A few light laugh lines, sure. But furrows - Never. Until now. I'm on a three-point plan of attack:
- Gallons of water and green tea consumption
- Continuous smoothing out of the brow area with delicate fingertips, especially during a coughing fit
- Investment in new skin care routine, to the tune of $62.50 for the new Oil of Olay Professional something-or-other, money-back-guarantee bottles of promise
And I may have to go get this cough checked out. It's a smoker's cough, and I've never even smoked. My new manager is on a mission with our corporate maintenance department to check the air quality of our area, as everyone is sick with something and who knows, it may be related. It started when I got moved to my new office back in December. My new cube just happens to be the place that a sewage flood occurred back in the Fall. Related or coincidence? Well, I don't know, but if I find out it's the source, I'll be demanding compensation in the form of Botox. Who cares about my overall health as long as I remain unfurrowed. I have priorities.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Lady: "So my husband says that when he goes, he wants to be cremated." Other Lady: "Oh, really?" Lady: "Yep. And then he asked if I could put the ashes in a douche and give him one more pass through." Other Lady: Laughing and Laughing. Me: Pretending to ignore this whole thing. Secretly thinking: "I cannot WAIT to blog this!"
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Green ice cream, the exact color of the wasabi (comparison in the small dish). We concurred it must be pistachio. It wasn't pistachio, but it wasn't wasabi, either. Kenny: "What does it taste like?"
Me: "Um....I guess perfume. Maybe someone accidentally dropped perfume into the container."
Kenny: "Perfume?? Let me try that!"
Kenny: "Huh. You're right. Perfume." On the way out we asked the person at the register, who told us it was green-tea flavored. Maybe. Maybe jasmine green tea. But still too much like perfume. Maybe it was trying to bring Sexy Back to ice-cream.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
After the show Kenny convinced me that we should just walk back to our hotel. I was a little apprehensive, seeing as two dudes recently got shot in the head in downtown Cleveland, but the weather was perfect for an evening stroll so walk we did. Took a few touristy snapshots along the way:
Here's a little fun that summarizes the fun you can have in Cleveland:
Saturday, April 18, 2009
So we're doing a few things around the house before we head downtown, just to take care of a few things. So far we haven't accomplished much. I made a huge brunch for us, including sauteed kale with garlic and onion, BLT's, a side of hominy and some orange slices. We are going to have dinner somewhere downtown, maybe Sushi Rock or Metropolitan Cafe. Trying not to spend a fortune, but also have a little fun. We have tickets to see Chelsey Handler perform tonight, which should be very entertaining.
Friday night I attended Verb Ballets at the Cleveland Public Theater with my friend Katie. Kenny's only question when I said I was going to the ballet was "I don't have to go with you, do I???" It was really pretty darn good. A friend from high school is a ballerino (the masculine form of ballerina) and he choreographed part of it so I went to support the team. And see him for the first time since my high school reunion four years ago.
That's all for Writings From The Recliner for now. I must get scrubbed and presentable for my big night out downtown.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
- 1 cup water
- 2 bananas (that's a lot of bananas in 1 meal)
- 1 red delicious apple
- 1/2 to 1 cup frozen strawberries
- 6 leaves of Dinosaur kale
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I was 11 or 12 back in the Charlie's Angels heyday. I was chubby (Damn You, Cookies and Cakes), freckled and four-eyed, not to mention uncoordinated and gawky in my too-tall frame. I'd achieved all my height at 11 years old, and no one wants to be the tallest girl in class with B-cup boobies. Those come in handy later, but not at 11. At least not back in the 70's. With All That going on for me, is it any wonder I daydreamed about Farrah? I practiced my Angels Pose and high-kicks all over the house. Who wouldn't want to absorb just a little bit of her - even if it was only in a few feathered strands of hair?
And now, cancer-stricken and possibly down for the count. Oh, Angel. I think I may bring back the feathered hair in honor of Jill Monroe. At the very least I'm going to do a high kick on my way to bed tonight.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
My favorite day on the cruise ship, the day we ported in Mazatlan. We stayed on the ship and it was warm enough that I got sun poisoning on my legs while I enjoyed having the deck to myself. I was reading a rather uninteresting book at this point, though, which is probably a good thing because it made me come in sooner rather than later - I would have been sunburnt beyond belief had I been engrossed in The Other Boleyn Girl at this point in the trip. That Mexican Sun = Hot.
Speaking of reading, I'm rather engrossed in a book at the moment and for that I am going to leave this post as-is and get back to reading. For those interested, it's The Road, by Cormac McCarthy, kind of a downer but haunting. I may also go to the gym, they've changed their hours and I now have a chance to actually make it on a Saturday.
I'll try and think up something dazzling to write about later.