just popping in briefly to let you know I won’t be posting here tomorrow — someone else will. your job is to try to guess who the blogger is — and to figure out which blog I’m guest blogging on!

we had an awesome time with jessie, her boyfriend nate, su, her husband jay, and my friend scott, from college. lots of food — yummy, yummy pasta dishes, and oh-my-god, the toblerone fondue. add the yummy wine, and I’m going to have to roll myself to jay’s mom’s for easter dinner. I just put back on the three pounds I lost in the last week. (wedding dress? what’s that?)
and how is it that you prepare for people all day, and then it’s over so fast?
it was gorgeous out earlier, though, and it felt good to wander around the grocery store in comfy linen pants and sandals.
however, we never got to colouring the two dozen hard-boiled eggs sitting in my kitchen. wtf am I going to do with two dozen boiled eggs? there’s only so much egg salad and/or deviled eggs two people can eat.
btw, this is cracking me up right now. really. only on the internet.

a silly, somewhat embarrassing indulgement: robert palmer. anything robert palmer, especially anything circa 1985. especially “I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On”. you can laugh now.

The Friday Five:
1. If you could eat dinner with and “get to know” one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose? Virginia Woolf or Anais Nin. They were both beautifully creative people. I’d love to meet Virginia Woolf, to understand how her intense creativity was inspired so much by her mental illness, and I’d love to meet Anais Nin because of her incredible passion.
2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel? Tough one. I’m sure there’s got to be someone, but I can’t think of anyone right now, except for Peter Allen (I know, you’re all going, who? he did songs like “I Go to Rio” and “Arthur’s Theme”). I saw him when I was a little girl, and I loved his music and flamboyancy. My uncle had died of AIDS-related complications when I was younger, and for some reason, I saw Peter Allen as a bit of my uncle. When he, too, died of AIDS, the severity of the disease really hit home for me.
3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose? Believe it or not, I’d love to be Hillary Clinton. I want to know how she really feels about Bill. And oh yeah, I want to know that whole lesbian thing. I swear, she’s < so > gay.
4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? When I was growing up, I got Shannon Doherty (*gag*) and Tiffani Amber Theissen (the “Saved by the Bell” years). Now, I get Priscilla Presley, and even Meadow from the Sopranos. I dug that one — I think she’s a little hottie.
5. Have you ever met anyone famous? Unfortunately, I met the Black Crowes in college. Arrogant bastards. I’ve met a bunch of baseball players, too. My little Paulie (O’neill) — before he played for the Yankees. Don Mattingly. Chris Sabo. Howard Johnson. Mostly NY players. Though I’ve got to say, Kevin Elster was a stuck-up snob. Him and Gregg Jeffries both. (I know, I know — that’s another who? Mets, ’bout 1990 or so.)

A really long post, but I couldn’t resist:
You Know You’re a Teen of the Early 90s If…
1.) You know who Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael and Donatello are.
2.) You remember the Milli Vanilli scandal.
3.) You religiously watched 90210, Melrose Place, Party of Five, and My So-Called Life.
4.) You tight-rolled your jeans.
5.) You wore big hoop earrings.
6.) You thought bellbottoms were horrible and couldn’t understand why anyone would’ve ever worn them.
7.) You knew how to do the dances called the MC Hammer, the Roger Rabbit, and the running man.
8.) You owned a pair of K-Swiss, Keds, or Air Jordans.
9.) You thought “Ice Ice Baby” was the coolest song ever, and when your parents told you Vanilla Ice would be a shot in the pan, you didn’t believe them.
10.) Your bangs were at least 4 inches high, and you thought itlooked good.
11.) You were a punk rocker for Halloween at least once.
12.) You or your sister owned a banana barette and a T-clip.
13.) A hairdryer was required to set your hair.
14.) You rolled up the sleeves of your t-shirts, and tucked in the front, letting the back hang out.
15.) You had any “No Fear” or “B.U.M.” clothing.
16.) You wore 2 pairs of neon colored socks.
17.) You wore overalls with only one side connected.
18.) You had Exclamation perfume.
19.) You remember when cartoons were actually GOOD, and not scary like the Teletubbies.
20.) You loved to slow dance to Power Ballads.
21.) You had a “slap bracelet”.
22.) You wore your sweatpants pulled up to your knees.
23.) You had a black Debbie Gibson hat.
24.) You wanted to be just like Paula Abdul.
25.) You know the words to “The Humpty Dance”.
26.) You owned the Bell Biv DeVoe tape.
27.) You said, “PSYCH” or “WAY!”
28.) You saw “Wayne’s World” at least 2 times at the theater.
29.) You loved the New Kids (and Joey was probably your favorite.)
30.) You wore jeans pulled up to your navel.
31.) All of your clothes were “baggy”.
32.) You owned a pair of biker shorts.
33.) You wore “water shoes” into the pool.
34.) You had a boom box, or your stereo was a weird color like pink.
35.) You bought tapes instead of CDs.
36.) You never missed “Fresh Prince”.
37.) You or someone you knew wore “Cross-Colors” clothing. Or better, yet, you wore you clothes backwards – just like “Kriss-Kross”.
38.) You remember when TLC weren’t divas, and they dressed like they were in the circus.
39.) You thought “I’m Too Sexy” was such a cool song.
40.) You remember when Mark Wahlberg was part of Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch”.
41.) You owned a silk shirt, which you tucked into your jeans.
42.) You had jeans in various colors, like green, brown, black…
43.) You had a “Button Your Fly” t-shirt.
44.) If you were a guy, you had your hair shaved underneath and you parted it down the middle.)
45.) Hypercolor shirts.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
yeah we go to the bible, we go through the workout
we read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
there’s more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in a crooked line
the less I seek my source for some definitive
the closer I am to fine

closer to fine, indigo girls. blah, blah, blah. yeah, I gave in. get over it. it’s not that different than it was before, anyway. I’m shutting down my computer til Saturday morning, when I’m allowing myself time to play & make some layouts for miz graphics. yay!

hold on to your knickers –
I, redesign addict, constant-email-checker and all-around blogaholic, have not turned on my computer in close to three days.
I know, I know — the shock is too much for you to handle. bear in mind, I have access to jay’s connection, and I have access at work. but, this means I haven’t played with photoshop in days (btw, brandy, I’ve got a layout for miz graphics) — unheard of for me. and this morning, I woke up, and instead of charging for the computer, I lounged around in bed, watched the spring sun filter in — and even watched a bit of the news from bed! and when I did get up, I opened the windows and cleaned the kitchen, completely down to the fridge. pulled up a chair and paid all the bills that were piling up — while sipping a cup of perfectly strong coffee. I’m not going to lie — I did check a couple of things when I got up. but I moved on, instead of falling into my usual butt-dent in the couch.
how much of my life did I lose all those mornings, just sitting in front of the computer? I don’t mean getting caught up with everyone — that I love, and think is a wonderful way to start my day. but all those hours in photoshop, or just randomly surfing silly places? I feel a little more awake, a little more focused, when I haven’t been staring at a screen for hours.
no, I’m not taking a break from blogging — not by any means. puhlease! an addict can only cut out so much at one time! but, spring is almost here, and I need to shed the winter heaviness that’s been looming on my shoulders. my apologies for not answering email the past few days (ok, ok, I’m horrible about writing people — more like the last few months) — and for not being on IM. I’m saving it all for a rainy day. for now, I’m opening the windows, making the bed, wearing the infamous pigtails, and packing up winter, tucking it away up on a closet shelf.
(this actually sounds a lot cheerier than I’m feeling. but jay bought me beautiful roses after my lousy day yesterday, and I’m trying. that’s all one can do, true?)

oh no! how sad!

reason #132 I shouldn’t have left the house today: somehow I managed to slam my lip/nose/teeth into the corner of the car door, thus giving myself a fat lip, an icky cut and a very sore front tooth.

smugh. why am I dreading work so much today?