tails [sic] from the weekend

Sorry I've been so quiet lately. This whole working thing is really cramping my style. Here's a quick update on things:

On Saturday, I met up with Byrne, of Crash and Byrne fame, and we took in a matinee of Spring Awakening. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED it. And I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE the fact that my blog has exposed me to fellow theater geeks who will go to shows with me and even organize the outings! Thanks again, Byrne! Can't wait for the next one!!!

Glamour Puss continues to rock my world (sorry, watching a bit too much Rock of Love lately). Thanks to everyone who wished her a Happy Birthday last week. 'Twas appreciated. GP and I had a private birthday party this weekend. On the agenda, a modified (read: dirty) version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey, flowers and a loot bag filled with quite possibly the most random assortment of crap ever assembled. GP was treated to, among other things, Swedish Fish, stickers, ponytail holders, tissues, chocolate, pirate tattoos and the piece de resistance… Parfums De Coeur Sexy Thang Body Spray. Nothing says "I dig you" quite like a knock-off of Baby Phat Goddess perfume, no?

Here are some photos from our little private party:

I'm on vacation next week. After sleeping for a few days straight, I'll hopefully be refreshed and recharged and will stop treating my blog like an unwanted bastard child.

these are a few of my favorite things

Sorry but I got nothing in terms of story ideas. I'm dealing with some job-related jitters at the moment. They'll soon go away but until then, sit back, relax and enjoy some filler...

This week's installment is entitled "Shit I'm Really Digging These Days." Enjoy...

:: Someecards.com
Fuck Hallmark! This site has cheeky online greetings for every occasion. One of my favorites (in the Flirting category): "I had a great time and will wait two days to call you." (Courtesy of The Lovely Jess via Dirty Holly)

:: How to Avoid Jacked-up Summer Feet
The kind folks at Real Simple have a few handy tips for overcoming the ritual blistering and unsightly scarring that inevitably plagues our feet in these early days of flip-flop season.

For you fellow lesbos in need of a little bit of translation... I discovered that breaking in sandals is quite similar to the process of breaking in a softball mitt. Pass it on at the next meeting!

:: Lily Allen
This broad's got a filthy mouth and has no trouble running it. She's a bit like Fiona Apple back in the day, only she's funny and not banging David Blaine. Oh and she cites Blondie as a major influence, and that, my friends, is never a bad thing.

:: Little Children
At the risk of having to surrender my gay card... Sweet Jesus, that Patrick Wilson is mighty tasty. Oh, and the rest of the cast and the script and crap like that are good too.

:: IndieFeed
My good friend, Phoebe's Phather, was kind enough to point me in the direction of this podcast which helped expose me to some of that newfangled music the kids are listening to these days. I needed some guidance because, seriously, the bulk o' the artists in my iTunes library are so old, they fart dust. If you'd like to check out my iTunes activity, look me up on iLike.com. Mind the dusty farts, please.

:: Hobocamp
This blog is written by another of my dear friends, Meg. Sometimes Meg discusses poop and feigning deafness. To my knowledge, she's not combined the two themes in one post, but there's still time...

Enjoy! Have recommendations of your own? Leave 'em in the comments. Book suggestions, in particular, are most welcome. Danke kindly.

we interrupt our regularly scheduled programming

... To bring you my latest "where I've been" excuse: My allergies are beastly these days. This is an approximation of what I look like:

I'll be back when my eyes don't feel like they're going to dry up and fall out.

Thank you.

where i've been...

I realize I've been neglecting my blog lately. I don't mean to, really, but my head's in the clouds a bit this week. I think my reasons are fairly legit though. I have been:

1) Fawning over this wee 'un

2) Working my tail off at work on a couple of projects that I don't hate

3) Watching my figure, somewhat successfully I might add

4) Blogging on American Midol like the wind (although not so much this week. My blogging effort was less wind-like and more of a stale, lifeless breeze.)

5) Inserting the term "panda semen" into famous movie quotes and exchanging them over IM with my good friend, The Ubik. He won with "Nobody puts panda semen in the corner." Although, I was quite proud of my Witness quote: "Lady, if you don't get that panda semen out of my face, I'm going to rip off your brassiere and strangle you with it."

Um, I guess you had to be there...

My blog sucks lately but my spring, so far, decidedly does not. I promise to get back into the swing of things soon. In the meantime, here's a holiday-themed rerun for you Good Friday-observing Catholics in the house... All two of you.

Happy Easter!