boo! i mean, baaawk! baawk baawk!

some girls look at halloween as an excuse to dress provocatively [read: like skanks] ... or as the work email that went out yesterday inviting all staff to dress-up referred to it as, "lewd and offensive." anyway, i am not one of those girls. never have been and most likely never will be. so here are some photos of my oh-so-appropriate/oh-so-not-lewd/oh-so-unflattering costume...

i'm still trying to figure out why i was crossing the road...

style meets safety

i really really really want one of these, so if any of you happen to be in ireland, the uk, germany, switzerland, or denmark - let me know and i'll fully reimburse you. i've already checked ebay but to no avail... :(



anyway, i am in love with this bicycle helmet. thanks, em, for your fantastic discovery!

dreams

as a rule, i do not think too much about my dreams and their meaning. mainly because i rarely remember them and when i do, they seem pretty messed-up/weird the next day. anyway, last night's was an exception. i was on project runway and it was our first challenge. we were to make halloween costumes by modifying vintage clothing. here's where it gets foggy... i remember we had one minute to grab as many items as we could from a huge warehouse full of clothes [for those p.r. fans reading this, remember the levis challenge? i'm sure that had something to do with this] ... i remember scoring all the best materians and then it was me talking to the camera ... i was saying something about my clothes being gone so then i only had 30 seconds to grab more and yak yak yak - and before i figured it all out, my alarm went off and totally interrupted my next move. although i hit snooze, i couldn't get back to that dream. which is totally unfortunate because i'm sure i would've won.

if i recall correctly, the costume i had in mind was a hipster-ballerina. with stripped tights and a tule tu-tu.

now i ain't sayin i'm a gold digga...

...but this game is totally addicting:

http://www.arizonagoldprospectors.com/games/index.html

remaining optimistic is key

i had a "non-manadatory/mandatory-when-you-work-for-dan-hayes" staff meeting at 7:00 this morning. due to the trax schedule, this required me to leave my apartment at 6:30 [it was still quite dark out, by the way]. which meant getting up by 6:00 [i showered last night]. with the need to snooze a few times, i set the alarm for 5:30. luckily, i have a timer on my coffee pot so i set it last night and awoke to fresh java [for the record, this is the first time i have ever referred to coffee as "java" ... and i'm thinkin its the last]. anyway, today was one of those instances where it is damn near impossible to get out of bed. it was all warm and cozy and i knew it wouldn't be so warm and cozy anywhere else. but whatever, the point of this blog is this -----> in remaining optimistic, i thought to myself, "well, it could always be worse. i could be hung-over." actually, i think my exact thought was "at least i'm not hung-over." either way, sometimes it taks a silver lining to make the morning bearable. and a strong cuppa-joe*.

*first and last usage as well

coffee break

big, sexy hair may be in... but carb-face certainly is not.

thanks, utah foods, for bringing us this plate and placing it on the filing cabinet just outside my cubicle so that i can watch people come, stare, contemplate, and then grab a pastrie[s] and go. although i did not enjoy one of these unappealing treats myself, i did enjoy watching my co-workers' internal should-i-or-shouldnt-i struggle. someone actually said, "oh, i just don't know. i guess i should eat the last one. i wouldn't want it to get lonely." when asked how it was, the response was "stale." hmm... at least it wasn't lonely!

its time

its time for me to tackle the round-brush. i have never been coordinated enough to use a round-brush without dropping the blow-dryer, dropping the brush, or getting either tangled into a hairy-mess. but no more! i vow to get it down! big, sexy hair seems to be making a come-back and its a good think i've neglected to do anything with my 'do for the past, oh, six months [with the exception of the occasional bang trim or color - i've got the nilsson premature gray thing goin on]... 'lucky' are those who were on the big hair bandwagon since it began - no new skill to learn for you [way to go, mom]!

i wonder...

work is kinda slow today and that song below got me to thinking [well, as i was heating up my lunch i got to thinking, but go with me on this...] so i wonder if britney spears ever looks at a picture of k.fed and then looks at a picture of justin timberlake, and thinks, "wow. that was a good decision." seriously: jT to k.fed? in my opinion, it is not even a question. [which gramatically speaking, it really is not a question.]

anyway, perhaps she answers that question in this:


mom, pencil me in... i'm coming over on november 30th.

and for the rest of you, although i have tried, i still cannot figure out just where this fascination with britney spears came from. i blame ty. thanks ty. and danny.

hey ty!

glen hansard from the swell season covers b. spears' everytime ---->


[before playing the above you may want to scroll to the bottom and pause the eye-tunes.]

don't be this guy

do you think this dude-bro saw me take his picture since he obviously has eyes on the back of his head? why else would he be wearing sunglasses upside down and backwards?!

i love public transportation.



he also had a faux-hawk. and a hot-pink v-neck hurley t-shirt. need i say more?!

another shout-out to charlie

as this guy gets older, the chances of me having my own are getting slimmer - not necessarily because of the obvious reasons [read: being single] but because he just keeps getting more and more adorable... makes me doubt whether or not i could make one that could even hold a candle to little charlie's flame.