Tuesday, July 29, 2008

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!

Monday, July 21, 2008

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!

Saturday, July 19, 2008

it's a potpourri of uninteresting crap



don't you feel like potpourri SCREAMS the 80's for some reason?

i've got nothing good to say... ever happened to you? i'd love to blog to you fine people, i truly would but i've got nothin'.

i could explain how i've had a migraine 10 days out of the last 14, with the longest stretch being 5 days in a row. how i nearly died taking migraine medication and wasn't breathing while i slept. but really, that is so boring/whiney.

orrrrrrrr we could discuss how i have made more bling slings in the last 3 weeks than i ever thought i'd make in a year and it's not over yet... brides are ordering them in groups for bridesmaids' gifts. also, eli, myself, my sister and her new fiance (also newsworthy but only if you're a real-life friend) are all going to Vegas in october because i've been asked to be a designer in the upcoming "Sunday in the Valley" exclusive shopping event held at the Palms Casino. but honestly, that is also so DULL if you're not me, owner and operator of punchanella.

i could complain about how bored and broke i am. yea, welcome to life.

ummmmm, i made really good pesto from my garden? that was interesting. so much buttery taste when it's homemade. NEVER BUY JARS OF PESTO AGAIN, ew.

i'm going to be 30 next week. that's mildly interesting. i'm not having any sort of crisis or moment, i don't need any help from my girlfriends (i don't really have girlfriends like in the movies) and i am NOT NOT NOT getting any kind of manicure/pedicure/facial. gawd... i'm just going to continue to pay down my GORGEOUS black and white diamond ring i am buying myself for not dying up 'till now.

i am contemplating having swiss chocolate ice cream with snickers worked into it from Marble Slab for dinner.

my living room floor is covered in a duvet (my husband brought it down at 6am to watch the british open and never brought it back up) and megablocks. that is SO my life.

anyway, AS YOU CAN SEE, i am totally uninspired lately. you should all suggest ways to un-slumpify.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

eff the beach.

today we tried the beach again. busy day but we found a primo spot. it was AWESOME, there were big waves and Sam was loving it to bits. but waves come from wind, and wind means pelting sand. and pelting sand means abraised skin, gritty teeth and scratched eyeballs.

FOR. GET. IT.