Amazing feats of stupidity

Daisy's second oil change had been due for about two weeks when I pulled my car manual from the glove compartment. I rooted around for a while and found the paperwork from her first oil change. I called Braeger Ford and requested the service department. Chris signed my Chevy up for an oil change and tire rotation, then verified that I do not, in fact own a Chevy. I have never owned a Chevy. Chris then entered Daisy's information and set up my appointment for this morning at 9.

I woke up early and left home about 8:20. I drove straight out Burleigh to Highway 100 (108th Street for non-Milwaukeeans). I drove south on Highway 100 to Oklahoma and put on my blinker to pull into a Ford-Lincoln-Mercury dealer. I looked at the sign that said Gordie Boucher. I looked at the time: 9 on the dot.

I hopped on the freeway, got off at South 27th Street and turned south. The addresses went the wrong way. I pulled a u-turn and started heading in the correct direction. I saw the sign for Braeger Ford and pulled in at 9:20.

At least I didn't walk into any doors this time.

In love.

I have a new moisturizer from Origins. It's light, non-greasy, smells fabulous and it actually moisturizes! So, buy, buy, buy!

quote

"Youngsters often make decisions using the fun coefficient. The fun coefficient is the amount of fun that they will have doing something divided by the amount of trouble they will get into if discovered."
Wicklander/Zulawski

I'm wondering if the fun coefficient has it's own Greek letter. Or if the entire equation is represented as f(un)=fun/trouble.

Adventures in Cooking

Today I picked up this cookbook. I have been slowly adding tofu to my diet and it's hard to prepare it in interesting ways with out knowing much about it. So, experimentation with recipes is my task.

I love Milwaukee

Today, I visited one of my favorite neighborhoods in all of Milwaukee: Brady Street. Besides wonderful restaurants and fabulous shops there are just general good vibes. They have an annual festival. "Not in Milwaukee, WI!" you might say. It's true. And for the last six years, they've held a doggie parade. Great Danes, chows, mutts, puppies, doggies and more! Fluffy dogs that can't keep their costumes on. Kitties in strollers. Superdog! And two bees! The parade ended at St. Rita's church with an extra special sermon on diversity and pet blessing.

I love Milwaukee.

Rockstar

I walked into the bathroom stall door yesterday. I have a bruise on my forehead. I am a rockstar.

New Technique

During rush hour traffic, when you are the third car back in a lane that ends after the traffic light you are at, the following ritual will ensure that you are first. Stomp on the gas with your right foot, brake with your left foot and pound your horn while your left blinker is activated. If you do all of these at the same time, everyone will be completely stunned and you will get through the traffic light first.

Vacation summary:

Reported drunk driver after he tried to run us off road. Shop. Spa. Shop. Drink. Shop. Drive. See pretty fall colors change before our eyes. Shout "MOO COW, MOO COW, MOO COW!" Shop. Emit vibes at awful tailgater. Shop. Vomit. Drive home.

Gossip Girl

Apparently people have been talking about how good this show was going to be. These people are wrong.

Setting: Rich high school. Characters: Popular crowd and alternative crowd. Background: Rich girl comes back to town amidst drama.

I want to know who thinks we need another teen drama show. I want to know who cast a woman with crow's feet as a 17 year old. I want to know how I can get that hour of my life back.

Vacation

I get vacation for my birthday. Kari and I will be heading up north and relaxing like it's going out of style. I wish it was now..... t minus 4 days.

Dine Out For Diabetes

Wednesday 9/19, 4p-9p at Pizzeria Piccola in Wauwatosa. 50% of the profits and all of the tips will go to JDRF. Kari will be a server of some sort.

More stuff I love

Everything from Origins

Oops?

Me: You get to sit?
Her: Huh?
Me: You get to sit while the rest of us get to stand? Really? *walks away*
Her: *crying*
Manager: I wish I could be mean like you.

I didn't believe Jackie when she called. I may even have hung up on her, causing her to call me a second time. I wanted to sleep in before starting my office hours. I turned on my TV like she asked me to. When I could finally shut my mouth, the tears came.

And then I realized that 366 women would be reacting to everything. I went to my office and started talking to my hall director. We had the news on. There were emergency staff meetings. Office phones were used for the fifteen or so women to keep trying to reach their families in New York. A prayer service was held in the hall. I heard about another attack in Pennsylvania, but no one could tell me if it was in Philadelphia or not. Classes were canceled. Everyone gave blood. The tears didn't stop.

A girl on my staff finally heard that her folks were fine. We were relieved with her. My friend was still trying to find out if his firefighter father was ok. We cried with him. The Pennsylvania plane landed far away from Philadelphia. I cried with relief.

The news looped the attacks like instant replay. I cried for two whole days. The tears stopped long before the news stopped. Classes began again.

Today, the tears visited once more. I cannot dishonor the memory of our heroes and citizens by not being sad. Nor will I let myself forget.

More MAM

Pictures!

MAM

This is Georgia O'Keeffe's painting called "It was red and pink". It spoke to me today at the Art Museum as extremely wonderful and feminine. I stumbled across it on the top floor of the main museum after viewing the Pisarro exhibit.

On the Pisarro exhibit, I am having trouble separating my feelings for the people at the exhibit and the paintings. The people were rude, arrogant, pushy and obnoxious. The paintings were amazing. The exhibit covered Pisarro's works 1864-1874. It was wonderful to see his transformation from the paintings that society wanted, to painting what he wanted. I couldn't get close enough to read any of the plaques. However, I think he loved winter and hated the industrial revolution. He wasn't afraid to use a traditional technique and a new technique in the same painting. I found the paintings that involved pointilism and wide brushstrokes to be his most genius. I didn't see any of the influence of Judaism, as I thought I would. I know that he grew up in a Jewish home, but was an atheist in his adulthood. I wonder if the lack of influence was a conscience snub to all religions.

celebrate!

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH!

Belated post

Kari turns one year older and gets new hair!

Things I am in love with

Cute shoes

Calvin Klein rocks my world.

Running shoes?

What a necklace!

Still love this.

Another amazing necklace.

Tasty wine.

Paper, please!

When I go to the grocery store, I choose paper. I know that both plastic and paper can be recycled. I am more likely to remember to put the paper bag in the recycle bin than the plastic bag. So I choose paper.

Today, I purchase a few groceries to tide me over to next big grocery excursion. The bagger picks up the milk and I say, "Paper, please!" as she hovers the milk over the plastic bag. She literally drops the milk, sighs heavily, rolls her eyes, then dramatically digs for paper bags. The whole time, there is a stack of paper bags on the counter. She finds more and throws them onto the other bags, sighs again, and bags my groceries.

Wow, that was some hard work she had to do!