okay, i'm not dead...

i'm just feeling realllllly undermotivated to post.

thank you jimmer, for the gift of spa, and thankoo to matty for the gift of my own literary choice.

birthday 36 in less than two weeks, kinda freaking me out.

i dyed my hair purple, for either the fun of it, or some sort of anti-old age rebellion thing.

i'm always tired, i need a vacation, and i haven't been watching any television at all!

work is fine - lost a stylist and gained two, so we're up to 11 now!

still no special anyone in my life...

status quo, pretty much.

*smoochies*

<3

Two little boys sitting on the ground, outside of a nail shop.

Their mother walked up, saying "Come on, let's go."

One of the boys exclaimed, "I can't get up! The kryptonite is taking away all my powers."

She repeated back to him, a hint of incredulity in her voice, "You can't get up because the kryptonite is taking away all of your powers?"

Sighing, he nodded slowly, which was when I noticed his cape.

...

Skampy got a new tattoo.

I was thinking about the things that have held my interests for the longest time, and came up with Ancient Egypt and Hello Kitty.

I fell in love with Ancient Egypt somewhere in the midst of high school, but I first loved HK in third grade.

I have three Egyptian-inspired tattoos.

Maybe it's time for discrete new ink somewhere on my person.

...

Today I learned that you can get a Hello Kitty credit card.

I also stumbled across this most excellent site, which I like because in many ways I agree with the man.


And did you know that Hello Kitty has her own kitty named Charmmy Kitty? It's kind weird to me, but she's still in my heart.

rand-o-mite!

Randomly speaking:

• I know a woman named Andrea. People have mis-heard it so often as "Angela," her nickname over time has become "Ang."
  
  I call her "And."
  
  
• Comedians of Comedy is so funny I had to rewatch parts of it.
  
  Yay Patton Oswald!
  
  As an aside, I only watched Ratatouille because he was the voice of Remy. It was a cute flick, but Mr. Oswald was what sold me.
  
  
• Hye Bar short pours.
  
  If I am still completely lucid & coherent after 4 drinks and 2 shots, and not over-enunciating or using reallllly big words because I can, something odd is afoot.
  
  
• Being a little tipsy loosens up my inhibitions enough that cleaning and organizing all of the actually sounds like a good idea, and not horrific torture.
  

awwww...

waveland wild kingdom

As I parked my car on Waveland today, between Greenview and Jenssen, in my periphery vision, I noted something dark-colored rapidly hurtling out of the sky and then hitting the sidewalk in an explosive white poof.

Wtf?

For the life of me, I thought that maybe someone had violently thrown a brown feather pillow or a box of styrofoam peanuts out an upper-story window.

But looking out the passenger window, I realized that the dark object was a small brown bird of prey - later identified as a peregrine falcon - sitting atop a large, puffy white feathery thing, presumably a pigeon, surrounded by at least a couple dozen white feathers of all sizes.

As the feathers skittered and danced upon the ground, and the peregrine moved back and forth on its feet, kneading the pigeon upon which it sat with its talons - much like a cat on your tummy, it occurred to me that this might be the time for a fabulous photo op.

Unfortunately, my windows were so dirty that I couldn't really clearly make out the pile of bird through the lens, at least well enough to identify it as anything beyond a blur through a dirty, sun-stricken window.

And then as quickly as it had fallen to earth, the peregrine exploded upwards into the sky, trailing white feathers like a vapor trail.

Looking a little confused, the pigeon then suddenly popped up, and fluttered a bit unsteadily on the ground, before launching itself into the air, also trailing white feathers like a vapor trail.

Then the two of them did a swooping little air ballet, before rocketing off in different directions.

And if Fe and Ro hadn't called off, I wouldn't have gone to work an hour earlier than normal, and I certainly wouldn't have seen that.

the plague settles in.

We here at Camp Pixiemartin would like to assure you that despite the fact that I have the plague, courtesy of my momma, I am otherwise rockin' the free world. (Is it too late to put that lump of coal in your stocking, dude? Maybe I can get you a strip mining tour for your birthday! Or even a tour of the nearest and most conveniently located strip mine!)

("Oh no, but I sold my foot to get you the lump of coal for your stocking!" and "Oh no, but I sold my furnace to get you a stocking, so you could have one too!" Woe is us. Woe are us?)

I am hopped up and dopey on some arcane combination of dextromethorphan, guaifenesin, loratadine, opemrazole, ethinyl estradiol, norgestrel, bupropion, citalopram, and pseudoephedrine.

Yes, that pseudoephedrine.

The ever-lovin' precursor to methamphetamines. (You know, when I was a kid and relied on OTC allergy relief, I probably took enough pseudoephedrine pills to keep a mid-sized meth lab in operation for at least a week. Provided that someone else supplied the other ingredients needed. I don't even know where to begin to look for the fertilizer.)

I had to give the pharmacist my driver's license and sign some paperwork to even get my hands on the stuff.

To be honest, I was pretty much off my rocker pre-pseudoephedrine, so here's to looking forward to the show in the next few hours, to which I happen to have the best seat in the house.

I also have tangerines, water, juice, juicy gels (pre-fab gelatin in cups), tissue, an array of remote controls, a pile of pillows, and a stack of movies, none of which I can recall the titles to at this point in time. Gravedancers, maybe? I think Ratatouille for sure.

Yay cooking rats!

Yay Patton Oswald!

Yay not having to work today or tomorrow!

Oh oh oh... I'm forgetting.

If the doctor I saw today is cool enough, I should be able to get my prescription for Augmentin filled for like $10. Instead of $150 or so. Of course, I have to wait to get it, but still. (And if he isn't cool, I have a sharp shovel and a drop cloth in my trunk.)

And dude, Juno got 3 Golden Globe awards! I don't even know the chick, but I sorta feel like I do because of her web omnipresence and the fact that I've read her book. Boo-yah! Go Diablo Cody, go!

Thank you for reading our rambling missive, and rest assured that Pixie will soon be down for the day, and totally staying away from sharp objects. With gelatin. And remotes. And possibly even guest appearances by none other than Cricket Martin and her kitty, Posey Martin!

Bye now.

Holiday Wishlist Revisited.

1. Amazon or Borders gift certificates/cards.
   
   
2. cash.
   
   
3. I need new shearling slippers, Mom.
   

   And the lady delivers.
   

4. mini-muffin silicone baking pan.
   

   The wrong size, mind you, but still.
   

5. a massage &/or facial.
   
   
6. Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.
   

   Now I've seen it twice!
   

7. The Goonies.
   
   
8. Target gift cards.
   
   
9. A new black, size small Liz Claiborne Women's Leather Scuba Jacket.
   
   Not one that looks like it.
   
   Just this exact jacket.
   
   Yes, the very same one I already wear and have beaten to near-death.
   
   I don't care where you get it, or for how much or little money it costs.
   
   And I don't mean that in a demandingly snotty princess way, just in a "$5 on eBay? Great! Your BFF has a brand new one in the hall closet and wants to give it to you for free? Great! $500 from France? Great!" kind of way.
   
   Carson Pirie Scott and Bonton have it for sure, but they probably also have it at Younkers or any CPS sister store. And don't forget to ask your BFF.
   

   My mom rocks like 50-times harder than your mom. Serious-like, yo.
   
   Love you momma!
   

10. Robert Sabuda's The Chronicles of Narnia Pop-Up, based on the works of C.S. Lewis.
    
    
11. Robert Sabuda's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz: A Commemorative Pop-Up, story by Frank L. Baum.
    
    
12. A Littermaid. Or a CatGenie.
    
    I mean, really, should I ever actually need to touch stinky-ass cat litter?
    
    Especially when I've been working all day, only to come home to find a nasty pile of presents in the litter box?
    
    It isn't like the act of poop scooping makes me humble or more aware of the world around me.
    
    If anything, it makes me have unkind thoughts and words for and about certain small, relatively innocent fuzzy denizens of this here residence.

I also received:

• The Pocket Paper Engineer, Volume I: Basic Forms: How to Make Pop-Ups Step-by-Step (Spiral-bound), from tif 'n wil.

  now I need to get the second book in the series.
  

• victoria's secret jammies from one of my stylists,
  

  cute, but too big and exchanged for something my size. damn v.s. is expensive!
  

• a bling-encrusted velvet BCBG track suit from another one of my stylists,
  

  comfy and pimp-tastic!
  

• a grow-your-own santa, magic towel, gelato lipgloss, and fruit roll-ups, from Secret Santa K,
  

  they said the santa would grow up to 600 x his original size, which I think they exaggerated slightly.

• glow-in-the-dark skull key-toppers, called "skeleton keys" from Secret Santa K,
  

  dude, you only wished you were cool enough to have one of these.
  
  they were even so cool that I had to spread out the coolness so it wasn't at toxic levels. so I gave 1 to Tif, 1 to Fe, 1 to Jo, 1 to K, and kept 2 for me.
  

• a blingy skull teapot and mug from Secret Santa K,
  
  
• hershey's kisses from one of my stylists,
  
  
• body butter, bubble bath, and bath tools (loofah, slippers, etc.) from even yet still another one of my stylists,
  
  
• a very goth-y chrome skull candle holder,
  

  when I finally get down to decorating the ol' dungeon, I will apparently have one less candle holder to buy. wooooo. spooky.
  

• a white iowa sweatshirt and a pink hawkeyes t-shirt duo,
  

  which magically turned into 2 new brassieres upon entering the intimates department at Younkers!

• 2 pairs hello kitty fuzzy jammie pants, one each pink and green,
  

  yay fuzzy warm and cute!
  
  just like l'il ol' me!

• a $50 gc to walmart,
  

  which promptly turned into a tank of gas (at $2.81/gal, I might add), 16-pounds of cat food, contact solution, and 10 pairs of socks,

• a new alox swiss army knife from matty,
  

  sadly, it has no tweezers or a toothpick. I picked it out though, so it's my own loss.
  

• a box of holiday junior mints from one of my stylists, Fe,
  
  
• a box of delicious chocolates from the Colorado cousins,
  
  
• a pewter fairy card-holder for my station, from a lovely one of my stylists,
  
  
• and the plague from my mom.
  

  thanks mom, being sick rules. or maybe i am hallucinating that part.

If I missed anything, suck on it.

I reeeeeeally do.

I really want to like London Ink.

I've watched it for several hours now, in fact. (Thank you DVR!)

And it's sooooooo bloody boring.

I really think I can't stand any more.

Which shocks me a little.

Sorry, luvs.

and they make a fashion statement, too...