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Monday, March 22nd, 2010

the bee does quickly sting

Friday, February 19th, 2010

It’s that time again.


I’m a little slap happy, and it’s only 10 am. That probably does not bode well for the rest of the day, but it’s Friday and it has been a long and bad week. Sometimes slap happy is better than crying under my desk, ya know?

Anyway, it’s time to check in on my resolutions!

1) Not getting sick.

Well, I had a headache the other night, and today I have the sniffleus (which is my derby bestie Star’s way of spelling sniffles that makes me laugh every time I look at it – it simultaneously reminds me of Snuffleupagus and syphilis). Neither of those really count though, cause headaches are their own category and sniffleus in February are pretty much de riguer, right? So resolution 1: A.

2) Stop obsessing over cutting my damn hair.

Totally done. I haven’t thought about cutting it once.

Of course, I have seriously considered dying it grey. Or at least part of it. Grey is IN, baby. Resolution 2: C.

If it's good enough for Tavi, it's good enough for me!

3) Stop buying non-consumables.

AHhahahahahahahahah. Ahhaha. Hahah. Sob. Resolution 3: F.

4) Blog a minimum of five days a week.

I have been rocking this one like a crack addict rocks the rock. Or is the rock a meth thing? You understand what I’m trying to say, anyway. Resolution 4: A+.

5) Work on building strong friendships with women.

Let’s see. So far, I have gotten myself some GREAT new friends via derby, and lost at least one friend due to, as far as I can tell, scheduling conflicts. Yes, that’s a stupid reason. Somehow telling her that doesn’t seem to be helping.

My new derby friends are fan-fucking-tastic though. Witness:

emma: the roof of my mouth itches. how is that even possible

Star: That is the worst feeling ever

emma: that should be an itchfree zone

Star: agreed. also the bottom of your foot while driving

emma: oh hells yeah

Star: do you think if we started a grass-roots campaign to eliminate bottom of foot and roof of mouth itch we could get biology to listen?

emma: LOL

Nothing like a little ‘fuck you biology’ conversation to help the work day speed by. Resolution 5: B.

6) Perfect a photo ready smile.

Yeah, that's going SUPER well.

Resolution 6: D.

7) Be a grown up when it matters, and don’t when it doesn’t.

Eh. This one, as I anticipated, is the hardest. Deciding to quit derby was me being a grown up. Other things, not so much. Day by day, people. Resolution 7: ungraded, as grading myself on this particular resolution feels childish. (See what I did there? Heehee.)

Average: B-.

Could be worse. I’m going to buy myself a present to reward myself! We’ll worry about what that does to my resolution GPA next month.

come they call us

Sunday, November 29th, 2009

It’s not November anymore.  I realize the time stamp on this post is 11/29, and that’s technically true, but it’s December in my house and heart (and of course all the stores).

I have sparkly snowflakes decorating my window, a lit tree behind me, and icicle lights hanging from my loft. There are chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter and curry and rice bubbling on the stovetop. Admittedly neither of those is Christmasy alone, but they’re combining to make this sweet spicy yummy smell that’s totally working for me.

So in my house, it’s December. Merry December, darlings, whatever December means to you.

This dude loves December so much he's reaching out to give it a big ol fuzzy seal baby hug.

Quick, say something funny

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

I do this horrible thing to the boy where I turn to him and say ‘tell me something interesting’. He hates it and to my recollection has never actually responded with anything except ‘why would you do that to me? Now I can’t think of anything!’

I’m baffled by this. Partially because I have soooo many things to say that I have to turn to blogging and tweeting just to get them all out, and partially because someone is giving you free rein to tell them whatever you want. If he asked me, I’d tell him some of the things that I always meant to tell him but never got around to – like the time I saw a real gorilla in the backseat of a car in Golden, or how I think that him being in the car with me when I get pulled over guarantees I’ll get a ticket.

The car was significantly less cool and there was no Pink Panther, but you can see my point.

However, I’ve recently started whoring (ahem… is that the word I mean to use? Um.. yes, yes I think it is) my blog out a little bit more than I used to. I participated in Final Girl’s Film Club, and now I’m jumping on board Temerity Jane’s People Who Comment project. I’m also participating in NaBloPoMo, in case you didn’t catch that.

(Speaking of Film Club, the tiniest sprinter-yes I said yes-sosovelo-emmanation-and-friends film club has a new selection! Blood Freak. It’s due Nov 9th and when asked about the film years after it’s release, the writer referred to it as “a sad chapter in my life.” If that doesn’t make you want to participate, I don’t know what will.)

Anyhow. After jumping on all these ‘look at me’ bandwagons, I’m starting to see the boy’s problem. Nothing quite like being on the spot to completely dry up any well of awesomeness you may have, at one point, had. Even if you put yourself on said spot.

The moral of this post is twofold.

1) I do not always like the things that I do to myself, even when they are things that I totally want to do.

2) I will accept suggestions on interesting/funny/awesome/embarrassing blogging subjects to help me get through NaBloPoMo. Leave your ideas in the comments, email them at emmanationblog [at], or if you are related to me and therefore have my phone number, call me. Seriously people, there are 26 days left in November. Twenty. Six. Help.

Where I ruminate on being a loser

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

As I was typing my title, I got a direct message on twitter.

google wave 1

Doesn’t make sense, does it. Ok, well what if I told you that before he wrote that to me, he wrote:

google wave 2That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. I may have had SEVERAL major freakouts today, on such topics as:

  • I hate to go to the doctor and I have to go tomorrow. For a regular check up, not anything crucial.
  • I haven’t changed my furnace filter since… well, I’ve actually never changed my furnace filter. I think someone else may have at one point – but now that I think about it I realize that the last time I looked down into my creepy-dark-scary crawlspace a filter was sitting on top of the furnace. So it’s actual possible that my furnace is currently filterless. I almost left work early just to deal with this because all of a sudden it seems like an emergency. If it is no one tell me, ok? At least not until I’ve replaced it.
  • I found out something stupid at work that makes me feel even less important than I already felt. The good news from last week has evaporated into the ‘things-your-boss-tells-you-so-you-won’t-cry’ fog of corporate baloney (and for baloney, read ‘bullshit’).
  • My work buddy pointed out that I don’t exactly hide my blog and it’s possible that the boss-who-almost-made-me-cry might, at some point, read it.
  • I failed at the movie club. I was supposed to review It’s Pat for yesterday and I didn’t. I don’t have it, I don’t know where to get it – I’m a gigantic movie club loser.
  • I ate Noodles for lunch and now I feel all greasy. I thought I was done with that nasty I-have-to-wash-my-face feeling when I became a vegan – apparently not.
  • I offered to pick up Noodles for one of my coworkers since we were going to the same lunch meeting. When I brought it back he said ‘thanks for lunch’. Apparently I bought him lunch.
  • The font of the papers I have to read soonish is too small.

There’s more, but you get the gist. However, I apparently now get to play with GOOGLE WAVE. I do not personally know @heyrich – he’s in Boulder and I like to follow the locals. He does not personally know me but apparently he just likes making people happy.

Because I am. Happy, I mean. At least until the next completely not-that-bad thing happens. Yay.