She who does embarrassing, charming things

All TV should make you want to get up and dance.

( So You Think You Can Dance )

The pool outing was awesome. I love the pool. I shall spend many happy hours in the pool this summer. And I got to play auntie to Alexis, since Sam is still on bed rest from the birthing. But I learned that something I've always suspected about myself is probably true - I'm going to be one of those moms. I bathed her in sunscreen three times. Then, after she ate watermelon, I added another coat, just for good measure. Poor kid. She was very patient, though. And not burned by the sun at all. It wouldn't dare.

I, on the other hand, am a little pink. And freckly. And I have to figure out a way to sunscreen my scalp because it's got that tell-tale tenderness of too much sun.

I got to make Sam and Markos dinner tonight. I always get nervous cooking for other people, because people have such addictions to meat (especially in Texas), and I rarely cook with it. But I got a two thumbs up and a "divine," so I guess that they enjoyed it. Whew!

I am feeling so rested these days. I think I've finally figured out how to get all the sleep I need without spending hours on end just lying in bed, willing myself to go back to sleep. The key is several 2-3-hour naps throughout the day instead of trying to sleep 6-8 hours at once. This is working out beautifully for me. Why didn't I figure this out earlier?

Oh, and I'm addicted to So You Think You Can Dance. It's so high maintenance. I felt exhausted just watching. Dancers are so dramatic. And, while many were good, a few were horrible. I actually pointed while laughing at the TV. I can't remember any of their names yet, but my favorite is that street dancer who was upset with his performance even after all the judges told him how much they liked him. He has high standards for himself and is a hard worker and, most importantly for me, lacks that enormous chip that so many of the others have on their shoulders. Yay for cheesy summer TV.

I skipped out of school today after handing in my grades. I was so happy.

I went home and had beer. At 11:00 in the morning. Because beer is what you have when you hand in grades.

My back still hurts but I don't care because I am through with school for eight weeks. Eight. Weeks. I picked up a class Summer II, but I don't have to teach until then.

*jumps around*

I had a horse named Pinto
we went riding all over this land
one day he got lost
I have a question for you -
Where has pinto bean?

Never mind me. I'm deliriously happy.

Tonight, we had a fish fry/end-of-the-semester party thing for the RA's and me and new RA's and Hall Association. It was great. We had fun. The food was good. Hush puppies are the best things ever.

Then, when I came back over to the lobby, a couple of residents were watching Smallville.

( Smallville! Yay! )

And I'm hanging out at the desk with Maggie, Kara, and K.C. Hilarity is in the process of ensuing. Now they're arguing about which side of the desk is the liar side. I vote that side. *points* And, just for the record, I pointed to the side I'm not on.

( This is for Maggie...and anyone else who likes Barry Manilow...but especially Maggie...clicky clicky )

But none of us is thinking about Abraham Lincoln (especially in bed), because there are no uncomfortable silences.

That makes sense. If you're us.

Dear Victoria's Secret Employee-in-Training,

I know you're new here. So let me explain something.

I visit your store at least once a month. I also work a desk job where I can spend a lot of time on the VS website. And you look about 18, which means that I've been a faithful customer of your company since you were in kindergarten. So I don't really need a lot of assistance from you.

What I do need is for you to listen to me when I smile, appreciative of the polite acknowledgment that you gave me when I walked in the door, and say, "No thanks - I'm just looking." Just step back, let me do my thing, and keep an eye out for when I do find something so that you can swoop in like a superhero and do that whisk-everything-I'm-holding-away-to-the-cash-register-so-that-I-don't-have-to-be-bothered-carrying-it thing that I love so much.

What I do NOT need is for you to help me find the style or size I want. I have so much VS underwear at home that I could probably go two months and never wear the same pair twice. I know the company and the product - I know what I like, and I know what fits. Do not - I repeat - DO NOT look me up and down, raise one eyebrow, and say, "Maybe we should try a different size."

Unless, of course, by "different size" you mean a smaller one. Because, although I will politely decline the suggestion and buy the size that I know actually fits, I must confess that, when I am in the mood to spend money, kissing my ass will get you everywhere. That small dose of flattery, empty as you and I know it to be, can really up your commission.

But right now, I wouldn't so much as buy lip gloss from you, thanks to your lackluster customer service. So here's hoping that you've learned your lesson. Maybe next month you'll do better.

love,
coffeesnob

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*sheepish look; shuffling feet*

I'm here. I have neglected the returning of phone calls, canceled dinner plans, and generally been a royal flake. This semester is kicking my ass.

As far as lj goes, I've been lurking sporadically, but I've not really had much to say. I did take a break from running around like a chicken with its head cut off to go to the arts and jazz festival this weekend, where I bought a really nifty hair ornament (ornament for the hair, not made of hair - just wanted to clarify), I stood in line for an eternity to wait for fried pickles, I listened to Brave Combo, and it was decided that I need to marry a man who dances. I can accept that.

My last Tuesday/Thursday class met yesterday. I know that I still have to meet for finals and finish grades, but the end-of-school euphoria (and subsequent impending slothdom) is already setting in. I have never been so ready for summer in my life.

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Yay House! As much as I love that show, I just don't have anything to say about it usually.

( Gilmore Girls, on the other hand... )

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Not quite sure how I feel about this...but ok.


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Um....that is all.

I'm blue. But yay - TV!

( Gilmore Girls )

( Smallville )

I don't have much to say about Supernatural, other than I watched it and damn those boys are pretty. ( And Sam would make a beautiful... )