Ever seen Mad Men?

It doesn't even matter if you have or you haven't, because I assure you, it's affected your life.  The styles of the 60's that the show is set in are IN YOUR LIFE right now.  Whether you're into Betty being a twit or Don letting you down YET again, you're seeing and likely showcasing styles from that show.  Why?  Because whoever does the styling for it is AMAZING... story-line aside, it's not arguable that the style is perfection.

And you know who does the styling for it?  I DO!!!  Janie Bryant.  I know that because Janie Effin Bryant selected MY matching jewelry roll/make up bag sets to feature in her curated event for MYHABIT. 

See here:

So yes, I am next to a $23,000 VINTAGE HERMES bag and some seriously amazing other designers like Chanel, Nina Ricci, Chloe, etc. etc.

Here's what Janie Bryant had to say about my sets:  "Traveling or staying home, these little bags help keep all my make-up and jewelry organized and looking lovely."

Pretty much I just died.

*punch

i get sick of one place

so i'm back here.

don't ask.

at any rate... i cut louie's guts out.  well, i didn't, a very sketchy "clinic" did.  in my defense, i didn't know it was sketchy.  however, she's alive even though it seemed she might not be the night of and the next day. 

but praise be to god, no more spiderman undies with panty liners that i have to change every 6 to 9 months.  :S

lookit new lou:

and darby was asleep so his ADD was quiet for a moment and i got an actual picture of his face:

we're going to pawlooza this weekend.  eli is super mean about going but i only ask to do weird shit twice a year so we're going. 

the boys are good.  i still don't want to blog, but i miss your commentary, leash... so this is for you.  lerve.

HOT NEWS - MOVING

I JUST WORK HERE CAN NOW BE FOUND HERE. I AM STILL PARTICIPATING IN NABLOPOMO, JUST AT THE NEW BLOG SITE. PLEASE FOLLOW THE LINK TO GO. :)

"i just work here" packed up it's crap (or actually, left it here at this URL so you can always, always read and love it) and moved to TYPEPAD.

why did i do this? you can scroll down and see the post discussing it (which involves me talking about it and no real discussion). basically, typepad offers me more options, although it is at a cost... a monetary cost.

point being, now everyone can link their blogs in their comments and then i can see ya'lls blogs! :)

anyway, change over your links, and obviously, GO HERE: http://ijustworkhere.typepad.com/

can i possibly link to my new blog anymore times in one post? yes. http://ijustworkhere.typepad.com/

hot mess

image courtesy of the rib-fest website.

note:
i did see project runway, so i AM allowed to say hot mess...






today was a bit of a hot mess... but parts were also fierce.

we went to rib fest which was surprisingly nice.

fierce:
-good ribs, and i don't even like ribs
-delicious elephant ear sprinkled with icing sugar
-sam loved the stupid elephants go in a circle ride... made him happy, went on twice
-super, super cute face-painting which was worth every penny to see sam look at himself in the mirror

hot mess:
-4 year-olds have perpetually sticky hands, and hands need to be held at festivals, meaning mom had sticky hands
-mutants, oh my GOD does this city have a ton of mutants that come out en masse for festivals. good. lord...
-same old vendors pushing the same old shit. WHY ARE YOU SELLING SHEETS AT THE RIB FEST?

my grandpa came with us. he's 80. you know what's weird... when my grandma died 3 years ago, i didn't know WHAT was going to happen to him. the year before she died while she was sick, she taught him how to do all the house work and cleaning, but i still wondered how he'd do emotionally. they were always close and in love, but (having watched them go through it)... when your partner is sick or dying and you are caring for them, there is this intimate connection and deeper relationship that comes about through that... and you know, you start to wonder how close two people can get.

i thought he might spend his days wishing he was dead (which i think he did for a while), i thought he might become bitter and unhappy to be here still, and i thought he might waste away until he could finally go be with her. i know he's still very much greiving, but he's been such an interesting man since then... he has a lust for life, he's more in touch with what he wants and thinks, he's reading romance novels... that's weird, right? he's just such an interesting person... and i don't know what i'm trying to say, either than how impressed i am that even though he's had a raw deal several times in his life, he remains a loving, zestful, and fun man... now that's a feat.

anyway, rib fest: fierce, grandpa: fierce, sticky hands: hot mess

NaBloPoMo

So yea, I am doing NaBloPoMo this month. WHY? Because I'm way insane. The whole deal is that you have to post once a day for one WHOLE month. Woo...

This month's theme is HOT and so I thought I start with how I've been painfully hot-headed as of late.


1) I called the cashier at Fabric Land a bitch. That's right, I did it. She accused me of trying to SCAM a $1.80 card of buttons into the "4/$0.99" section. Indeed, she figured I was trying to cheat Fabric Land out of $1.55 CANADIAN. After she said, "oh, I guess it fell in there" I simply refused to speak to her. She handed me my bag after I paid (I HAD TO HAVE THE THINGS I WAS BUYING FOR AN ORDER, OR I WOULD HAVE WALKED OUT) and I said nothing. This... bitch, then had the nerve to say, "uh, you're welcome." That's when I said it...

2) I was at Angelo's (an Italian deli/lunch spot) waiting in line to cash out. An old man with a wire basket started edging up on me, finally jamming the basket into my back to prod me forward. Umkay... First, why do you need to stand so close to me? I have a personal cylinder of at least 1 foot, which I think is completely generous compared to other cylinders. Secondly, poking me? Really? I'M WAITING FOR MY HUSBAND to join me, he's behind you. If' you'd back the EFF up, he could get in. I may have mentioned one or all of those things to him... I don't know if he was shocked or confused, or didn't even hear me (which is, in fact, a possibility) but he backed up and proceeded left into the next aisle.

3) "Eli, stop picking your fingers or I'm going to punch you in the face!"

... things are pretty mental around here... and I realize I need to try and keep it together as I attempt to finish up (I'M NOT EVEN CLOSE, BECAUSE SOMEONE SUGGESTS THAT I SHOULD PROOVE A FACT OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN 85 bazillion different ways, and YES, I know I'm being one of those students that thinks they know better because they want to get out of there). I don't want to be one of those grad students that I make fun of. I think I'll go take a lavendula bath and m e l l o w.

Anyway... see you tomorrow when we talk about more HOT things (could be more of me complaining). :)

a little help, here, please.

fact is, i can't make a blog post without a picture. this picture is courtesy of Sam and his kids' digital camera, and it relates not one bit to the blog entry at hand...

i feel that i don't ask for much (i totally do).

i'm trying to make my readers happy, i want you to want me. i need you to need me... didn't i didn't didn't i see you cryin'? sorry, sometimes that songs creeps into my head. interestingly enough, so does, "the greatest love" by whitney houston. my head is a really bad place to be for songs. i hate both of those songs.

WHAT WAS I SAYING?

my point was that dear readers/travellers to 'i just work here' are displeased with the lack of links to websites/blogs and such. in my head, this is a limitation of blogger (which isn't backed up with any good science, but i'm working with that theory anyway). i have signed up for typepad... seems like the linking/trackback options are far superior... go here to see and comment with LINKS!

however, i can't seem to get things to work for me in terms of putting up my banner, customizing my sidebar content, etc. etc.

this would be a big move for me, moving my blogher stuff, re-directing traffic to the new blog, old links out there to the old blog... etc. etc.

is it worth it? is there somewhere that will tell me QUICKLY how to get typepad to meet my needs? i can figure most things out (see posts referring to my auxiliary brain), but i need to do it quickly.

anyway, HELP ME. help me either get blogger to do what i want with links in comments, or how to get typepad to be more user-friendly (the preferable option).

thanks!

THIRTY IS THE NEW THIRTY

as a tribute to my 30-ness (sometime this week, NOT YET, still 29)... I have decided to take you on a magical trip through my last 30 years on earf.

1 year old. things to note: a) i am in a car on someone's LAP and it's moving. b) i am NOT with my parents. c) that thumb was in my mouth until i was about 15 years old, that's a secret, don't be tellin' people that.
2 years old. my first time flashing my bling, a sign of things to come. in fact, i just put a big, fat, over-done black and white diamond ring on layaway. yes, layaway... my sister works at the jewelry store part time, so i gots CREDIT. but i'm not taking it home until i graduate, or i come up with another $1100. whichever occurs first ($1100). this has nothing to do with being 2 years old. 3 years old (no, i won't do all the years, promise). there's nothing to note here other than how rad my coat is (i'm the blonde). that little girl with me is lisa. i have NO idea where she is today, her, OR that coat.
7 years old. what did i tell you about the thumb? this is me with my little sister, emily. that's actually MY bear. it came with a bracelet that broke, and em is drooling on it... also, i sign of things to come.9 years old. this is where i started to care about my hair, and in doing so... destroyed it. it's not that bad, wait until you see the next picture.13 years old. see, when i feel stressed i like to change my appearance. we were moving to canada and i was terrified, so i decided to get a short haircut. word to the WISE, don't cut curly hair short. i'm sure i'm making a list of all the things i hate about moving to a new country even if it's still english-speaking. things like, "dude, milk comes in BAGS here and why can't i get now-n-laters?" note the caboodles in the bottom left corner, awesome. eli says that with this haircut, i am a dead ringer for ian ziering, or steve from beverly hills 90210. he loves this joke and uses it at least weekly.
14 - 15 years old. okay, now here is 2 years worth of asshole sweater pictures. whassat? an asshole sweater is one made by a crazy relative that they make you put on and pose in front of their crazy wall hangings in. these are courtesy of aunt mary. believe it or not, i had a steady boyfriend at this time who thought i was pretty cute. he never, ever saw these sweaters or this house.17 years old. prom. this is when being a little sister sucks (see poor emy there). being a little sister rocks when you're not the one at home with a 4-year old and socks on the floor and more cushion for the pushin'. then being a little sister rules.
19 years old. first car. i feel jazzy about it, obviously.
21 years old. ELI!!!! (see up-stairs of me). in exchange for my parents paying for and supplying eli and i with a wonderful, fully paid for wedding, we helped renovate the house the year before. i spent more time on those stairs painting than when i turned 19 and started getting DRUNK and crawling up them to bed at 2 am. we were pretty intimate then, the stairs and i. 23 years old. LOOKITMEEEEEE, i finished my undergrad in biology to... work as an assistant manager at a clothing store. weeeeeeeeee! here is me with my two favorite staff-people, fiona and alicia... we're posing like the losery mannequins from "le chateau" down the mall hall. we oft wondered why they contorted their mannies in that way. but really, who are the losers here? that's right, US. none of us work there anymore.25 years old. at 25, i had a baby, and got fat. let's just move on to later, shall we? (there's only 2 more, hang in there).27 years old. sad fact, i was working at the above clothing store as a manager again. at least this time it was part time as a student. actually, the SADDER fact is that i was a student then, and continue to be so now. but yea, 27.

29 years old. here i am with my babycakes. i've said it before, and i'll say it again... i was into the punch at this wedding (there was a choice... i went into the 'alcohol' line).

well... i'll have to show you a picture of what 30 looks like when i get there in a couple days. i think it looks like this with longer hair... but you know, best to be sure.

THANKS!