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Name: Susan
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: St. Louis
Birthday: 8/8/1971
Gender: Female


Interests: Graphic Design, 3D Art, Vector Illustration, Web Design, (recently) learning some modeling in Shade and Being Left Alone.
Expertise: Dreamweaver, Flash, PhotoShop, Quark XPress, Illustrator, DAZ|Studio, writing.
Occupation: Marketing
Industry: Nonprofit


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Member Since: 6/15/2005

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Monday, June 19, 2006

My blog has moved!

There's still some packing tape laying around and some foam peanuts on the floor, but overall we're settling right in! Please join me at the new (and hopefully improved) blog at http://x.superbadgirl.com/blog/


Saturday, June 17, 2006

Things I might enjoy if I were a small dog

I might enjoy eating grass

I might enjoy following my owner around, even into the bathroom

I might enjoy standing under my owners legs while she's sitting on the toilet

I might enjoy barfing onto the rug under my owners legs as she's sitting on the toilet

All of these things, I might enjoy

 

OK, so I went outside to water my plants (and clevery finished up before the rain started, because, hey, the rains not beating ME to MY job) and noticed that the tuckpointers have removed all the downspouts from the gutters. This ought to be a reallllllly interesting weekend.

Was going to do some shopping, but I don't really feel like getting out in the rain, so eff it. Lazy Saturday on the couch for moi.


Best thing this week

I am not sure if I can ge this to display here or not, but it's one of the best things I've seen all week.

 


Friday, June 16, 2006

Distraction

OK, so I got distracted from going to the gym yesterday, but office mate Sarah (yeah, the one with the chocolate milk) and I have reasoned out that there's no way to do what I want anyhow, so I am going to have to alternate days, Monday-Wednesday regular gym, Tuesday-Thursday swimming. Which bites in a way, because that means going straight after work two days a week, but I don't think there's any other way to sort it out.

Still following the story of the Stolen Sidekick  which gets progressively weirder, and is a better and better advert for Sidekicks. I can't help thinking "maybe I ought to go look at a Sidekick..." when I need Sidekick approximately as much as a hole in the head. I don't even use my cell phone ever! Although it would be nice to get my private emails during the day but not over my work server. Hrm.

So this weekend is Father's Day, and I face my annual dilemma. Can I buy a card for my Dad that says anything other than - "You're usually a big asshole to me, but thanks for making sure I had food to eat while I was growing up."? I can't find that one in the stores, incidentally. Maybe I should start a line of truthful greeting cards.

"You were a drunk and it ruined my life. Happy Mothers Day." 

"I never forgave you for making me play "doctor" with 5 of your friends. Happy Birthday brother!"

"I was always ashamed to bring people home because our house was a scary sty. But you never burned it down. Enjoy the cigarettes, and Happy Birthday Mom."

Anyway it blows. Do I have to go out there and take them to dinner? Blargh. It will totally negate this week's therapy, that's for sure. Maybe I can do an online gift certificate... OH yeah! I got him into iTunes for this very reason! I am a smart cookie. Father's Day dilemma solved.

In other news, people on the east side are getting steadily more badass, especially the older ones, and I am considering buying a gun. When and if someone breaks into my house I would rather say "Take this .38!" than "Oh shit please don't hurt me." You know? But then again, I don't know if it's a good idea for people with a history of depression to have firearms around the house. But then again, I always have plenty of meds handy if I wanted to top myself, which I don't. Hrm. Must ponder issue. Can I be a good liberal femi-nazi with a gun?  

 

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Thursday, June 15, 2006

I put the "fun" in wardrobe malfunction

OK so dilemma. Here’s my deal - I have changed around my gym schedule so that I have time to do about 45 minutes on the treadmill before my water-aerobics class. This means that I have to wear both shoes and clothing appropriate to that kind of exercise. So that’s fine, I throw my shower-shoes, my towel, my swimsuit and my aquajogger in my gym bag, all done and dusted, right? Of course not, nothings that simple. You see, begin that I am Sweaty McPerspiration when I do any cardio that’s NOT in the pool, my clothes get totally soaked. Then I have to go and change into my swimsuit (and that’s truly gross, to put on a swimsuit when you’re sweaty – ick) So I put my (typically) yoga pants, t-shirt, bra, underwear, socks and tennis shoes in the locker and head to my class. However, when I get out of class these things are by no means in a state to be put back on. Plus I hate to put regular tennis shoes on, I prefer my slip on Skechers. But unless I want to bring a third pair of shoes, that’s not an option.

 

Anyway, so after swimming I can either just freeball it home in my yoga pants, which honestly I would do anyway, and swimsuit top (meaning I have to bring a hoodie or something to wear over it) or I can put on the disgusting clothes from before. Eww. Or I can bring a totally THIRD outfit to wear home, which is then going to get damp and chlorine smelly from me putting it on after swimming. I totally am at a loss as to the best solution. I am thinking of trying some of those super “wicking” fabrics that are supposed to dry faster – has anyone ever tried those, and do they work? That way my workout clothes would be OK to just throw on and go home to shower. There’s no way I am showering there, gym showers are too disgusting for words. So if anyone has some lovely alternate solution that doesn’t entail me hauling half my closet to the gym, please let me know.

 

In other news – isn’t it a bad thing when we kill someone? I know that sometimes death is “necessary” in GWB’s war, but why is it something we have to glorify? Of course I am talking about Zarqawi. Yes, he was an ideologue who wanted to kill those he considered his enemies. Hrm… now who does that remind me of? Let me think. *think think think* Oh yeah, now I got it.

 

Anyway, celebrating any death seems to me wrong and macabre. And putting his dead face everywhere, and talking about the gory details of his death when you won’t even allow photographs of our soldiers flag-draped coffins to be shown – well that says to me that you don’t consider these people to be equal to us. They’re some kind of lower life form, apparently, which doesn’t require the same respect in death that Americans do. Oh, it’s so obviously wrong that I can’t believe all the media isn’t saying it, but they aren’t.

 

But of course, singing a song about them  is "inappropriate and contrary to the high standards expected of all Marines." Remember, you can kill them, just don’t sing about them. If you have trouble keeping that straight, flash cards can be arranged.

 

In other news, two sections of my neighborhood burned down yesterday,

 almost a year to the day since a large chunk of my neighborhood blew up.

 

Something tells me the June’s really not our month.

 

Still watching PB to see if her infection’s actually cleared up – she had a total meltdown when I tried to leave for work yesterday morning, I think because she could smell the smoke. Or because she was upset about the roofers coming every day. Last night I let her bark at them for about 10 minutes straight, to build her ego back up. (since when I am not there she apparently only cowers and won’t make a peep)

 

Oh, and props to the odd lady at my deep-water class on Tuesday who was wearing long black leggings, a black long-sleeved t-shirt and tennis shoes… in the pool. My favorite part was when she stood on the side, dipped her toe in and then made a face about it being cold. Hello? You’re wearing TENNIS SHOES. You can’t TELL if it’s cold or not.



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