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so much to say

Monday, June 21st, 2010

I now have all of the necessary skills to survive an apocalypse.

Bread baking and purse making.

Why yes, I did make this. From scratch.

And also this. From scratch. WITHOUT A PATTERN AHEM.

Crockett’s mom took me sewing machine shopping on Saturday, and I feel like a regular old pioneer woman. No (fairly simple) pattern is unsewable for these deft (and aided with the finest electronic sewing machine my meager funds could afford) hands.

Now that I have my beach bags, I’m ready for the British Virgin Islands. I leave on the red-eye tonight*.

If you’re considering breaking into my house while I’m gone, I see two obstacles for you. 1) You don’t know where my house is. 2) My wonderful dog sitting mother will be there. So blllphtttt.

Several weeks ago I intended to start writing an extra post every other day in order to keep emmanation updated while I was gone. Then, when that didn’t happen, two weeks ago I was going to write an extra post every day. Then, several days ago, I thought ‘well, I can pump out eight posts in a few hours, how hard can it be’.

Ha.

So, for the next ten days (eight weekdays), emmanation will be dark. Unless there’s wifi somewhere. Which, how can there not be? This is AMERICA! (Except, the British part. Shit. Right. Well, you know what I mean.)

I love you and I will miss you and I will be back with photos galore.

MWAH.

*Why call it the red eye? You’re already flying at 1 am, why must they remind you that you’re going to look like hell when you land? I’m going to call it the last call flight instead. I think that makes it sound romantic and adventurous.

Tags: adventure, purses, sewing, travel
Posted in it's all about me, things I think are pretty | 1 Comment »

a lot of face

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

I’m feeling much better now. I had some coffee and I told several people about my elaborate plans to ditch my job, disguise Cloey and Maida as babies (because babies are allowed everywhere and puppies aren’t – what’s that about, seriously?*), and travel the world waiting tables and drawing really really good drawings for tourists when I run out of money.

*Is it because people aren’t allergic to babies? Because Cloey, at least, is hypoallergenic. And Maida is so cute that allergies don’t matter. Argument SHOT DOWN.

The other day, Star and I went shopping because she needed more grown up style clothes and I never turn down a shopping trip. We got free samples of Clinique foundation which is kind of ridiculous because neither of us wear foundation, but the girl giving the samples was adorable and we caved. After that? We were standing in line and I told Star that my face felt weird, meaning where the cute girl had put a smidge of foundation. Then Star pointed out that if I wanted to put on more foundation, I had plenty.

However, the words we actually said were these:

“My face feels funny.”

“Well, you have a lot.”

A lot of face? Hhahahahahhahahahaha. I DO have a lot of face, I’ve always thought that. No dainty little face for me.

When Cloey and Maida and I are travelling the world waiting tables etc, I’m going to learn how to say ‘you have a lot of face’ in every language. You never know when such a useful phrase is going to come in handy.

Tags: dogs, insults, love, travel
Posted in I think I'm funny, I'm a cranky brat, the people I love | 2 Comments »

helpful discussions

Friday, June 4th, 2010

me: I can’t believe you’re leaving me for four whole days.

Crockett: Could you be laying on the guilt any thicker right now?

me: It’s not real guilt, it’s pretend guilt.

Crockett: Well it feels like real guilt.

me: It’s you that’s leaving for four days. Would it kill you to say you’re going to miss me?

Crockett: I’m going to miss you.

me: I’m not going to miss you. I’m going to have ladies nights and stuff.

Crockett: Oh, ok. I’m not going to miss you either.

me: I can’t believe you’re leaving me for four whole days.

Tags: dating, fighting, love, travel
Posted in I'm a cranky brat, other people are sometimes funny too, the people I love | 2 Comments »

Dear Tuesday

Tuesday, May 4th, 2010

So many exciting things are happening today, I barely know where to start.

Emma-nation.com was down this morning. That may actually sound cruddy to you, but in reality it’s awesome because it was due to a server overload. Apparently lots of people want to know what kind of shoe I am. That’s right, people – I broke the internet. Or at least my very small corner of it. Does the internet have corners? I digress.
I’m using my new slow cooker for the very first time. I’m making a delicious (hopefully) split pea mango dal. I technically have time to cook, but since I almost never do, an entire bowlful of something delicious smelling awaiting me when I get home from work sounds pretty fucking fantastic. It will be like it’s 1950 and the slow cooker is my obedient housewife except without the bummer social implications – and probably without the martini. I mean, I’d take it for sure, but I’m pretty sure that none of the buttons on the front said ‘martini’. I think I would have noticed.
There's totally dal in there, you just can't tell. Also, can you see if any of those buttons say 'martini'?
I signed the release for the boat that Crocket and I are renting with another couple this June. I don’t understand why some of the Virgin Islands are British and some are American when they clearly all belong to Richard Branson. Does he have a wife? I’m asking for a friend.
This is going to be so badass that I'm jealous of my future self. Richard Branson doesn't know what is about to hit him.

Me in this freaking adorable swimsuit is gonna hit him, that's what.
Queen B knows someone who is related to HIT GIRL. Ok fine, Chloe Grace Moretz, but the fact that I know someone who knows someone who shares blood with the admittedly fictional Hit Girl makes me smile (unknown affects on feminist politics and all).

Obviously.

Tuesday, I love you.

Thursday, you can still go fuck yourself.

Tags: British Virgin Islands, I'm going to marry Richard Branson, Kick-Ass, love, slow cooker, travel
Posted in aren't we gorgeous?, I think I'm funny, it's all about me, money to burn (apparently), the people I love, things I think are pretty, turns out I'm a feminist | 3 Comments »

cheer up sleepy jean, oh what can it mean

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

I slept at the hospital with Crockett last night. I know that he had nurses and monitors and an actual bed to sleep in, but I wanted to be there, because that motherfucker scared the shit out of me yesterday. Surgery. Scary scary stuff.

Me sleeping at the hospital in a reclining chair that refused to recline was the right choice. Me coming to work today having had roughly three hours of sleep in a non-reclining reclining chair while wearing my contacts (which makes sleeping SUCK, if you’ve never tried it) was not the right choice.

Because today I had my 2009 review.

Sometimes, I don’t like my job very much. That was especially true for awhile last year when I had absolutely nothing to do and was bored and frustrated and interviewed for two other jobs internally just for a change of place.

My boss and I discussed that at the time. He referred to it as being ‘disengaged’. As in ‘Emma, you do a great job when you engage’.

While right now I’m ‘engaged’, he did in fact remember those periods last year when I wasn’t, and my review wasn’t as good as it could have been. The hell of it is, he’s right. I didn’t care about my job at that time, and even though it was over six months ago, this review was about last year.

I KNEW I should have stayed home today. (By virtue of my boss’s scheduling issues, if you miss a meeting chances are he’ll never be around to make it up.) At least that way I wouldn’t have been told that I was a disappointment for part of last year to my face.

On an unrelated note, I have to decide whether to stay home and nurse Crockett or go to Portland to see the tiniest sprinter. Like, soon, seeing as how my flight leaves in 15 hours.

Crockett says go and see Sam, but he wouldn’t admit he wanted me around to take care of him unless he was literally dying. Sam says stay if I’m going to be worried about Crockett. I am going to be worried about Crockett. Maybe, like staying in the hospital, staying home is more about me than him – but that’s what I’m leaning towards.

Life is about more than work.

P.S. Don’t you just love how deep and insightful I am sometimes? ‘Life is about more than work’? Come on, like you could have thought of that.

Tags: appendicitis, travel, yearly review
Posted in dating is fun!, I'm a cranky brat, work | No Comments »

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