Ideas from a Salon

I went to get my hair done with my boyfriend's mom on Sunday. We had a lovely time. As per usual the conversations tend to center around food and cocktails, as the three of us love cooking and drinking. We were talking about the stuffed chicken breasts I had cooked for dinner that week, which turned to me saying "I really need to get a mallet so I can pound the chicken out and roll it." Saul, our phenomenal hair guy, busts up laughing. "You should really get a mallet and just giggle every time you pound the chicken...it will freak Richard out."

I am so doing this.

the Dragon is laid to rest

My dog, Sierra, has this pink dragon. This has been her toy for most of her 8-month puppy life. This dragon inspired stories of the Sierra Monster, burninating the countryside and terrorizing peasants. She loved it so. Of all of her toys, this one lasted.

Sierra was always so tender with the pink dragon. She carried it gently in her mouth instead of ripping and chewing as she did with some of her other stuffed toys. When she decided that it was not proper to have spines, she helpfully removed them from the dragon. Such a loving puppy.

That dragon must have done something to displease the Sierra Monster. Her once gentle and tender care toward the stuffed toy turned first to rambunctious play, then to vigorous chewing, and finally, the ferocious hunt. First shaking the toy from side to side then eviscerating it. She sliced open the back and ripped out the stuffing.

All that is left is a pink dragon skin, which she now so tenderly cares for.

Dead Island - best game to play with my boyfriend EVAR

So, I have this inexplicable obsession with zombies. Pretty much the entirety of my adult life I have loved zombie movies. If you count adult life from like, 19 or 20. I think it started with my never ending quest for a truly horrifying horror movie - thing is, no horror movies are actually THAT scary, so I will always be able to continue said quest (although some of the Japanese ones are pretty good). At some point I stumbled upon some of Romero's stuff and it was ON. Actually, I think I can trace the exact time. I was 20 years old and Romero's remake of his own Dawn of the Dead was out. At that point I had already gotten into the resident evils, but it was really Romero.

Anywho, that isn't the point. The point is, by awesomesauce boyfriend is well aware of my zombie addiction. Even before we were really seriously dating. Shortly after we became roomies, he got me a dismember me zombie as a stocking stuffer for Christmas.

Anyway, off topic. So, my dude found this game called "Dead Island" on steam. We finally started playing. It is just...awesome. You can totally exterminate zombie scourge by kicking them. <3 It is coop and RPGish in that you have skill trees you can build. Also, you have to use your resources wisely. I'm serious. You have to repair weapons. You also scavenge. The setting is a tropical island resort. It is open world.

You basically choose one of four characters. They each have a back story. My guy and I are playing both the female characters. BA chicks, lemme tellya. Anyway, you go around the island trying to help save a group of survivors. You have side quests, for example, finding missing people and directing them back to their loved ones who survived, or, bringing medical supplies to help the wounded, or, finding insulin for the diabetic. I'm such a hero, yo.

It is just... play it.

history

i had that once. Years of memories and responsibility. Now...yea well. yea.

Why my job shouldn't have book fairs

I'm hopeless addicted to buying books and and sorts of garbage that comes along with a book fair. I'm not usually allowed in bookstores even. I acquire more books than I can possible read. The kindle has proven to be a big problem for me, actually.

Anyway. So, the book fair. It happens every year. I never remember until I am walking into work and I see the sign. "Book Fair at the Cottage Cafe. Cash. Check. Charge! Books are fun!"

I try to ignore it. In the back of my little mind something nags me throughout the morning. Like a whisper. "Book fair." As the day goes on, the feeling grows. "Boooooks are FUN." I look at my computer for the time. If I can just make it until two, the fair will be closed. 12:00 rolls around. I'm eating lunch. My mind starts wandering as I have no documents to focus on. "Books? Books! Boooooooks!" I finish my lunch and stare at my computer for a second. Then, Bam! My little brain completely goes bizonkers. "Books. Books. Books. BoooOOOOOooooOOOOOooooOOOOOks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  I jump up, grab my purse and dash downstairs.

I step into the room and, while quieted down a bit, the back of my brain is quietly chanting, "books. books. books. get some books. books books books. get some books." A whirlwind 20 minutes or so later, and I've laden myself with more items than I really have money for and definitely more than I have time for.

Crap. Oh well.

Also, apparently I should not have access to my blog while at work. I'm on a break...

My dog discovered rain

My puppy experiened rain for the first time last night. To her, the event was like the miracle of miracles. This 3 month old puppy loves water. Not baths, but water from the hose, water from the shower, water from my watering can. It's the best toy ever. Now, take that and make it so water is falling on her EVERYWHERE. Add in the puppy mind. Throw in a little bit of puppy just woke up crazies. Now subtract daylight.

She pretty much pounced around last night trying to eat the rain. Well, half trying to eat the rain and half excitedly drink water from every surface.

When she came in she just sprawled out by the screen door (as close to the water as she could without actually being outside) and fell asleep. So. Cute.

My boyfriend offers to write my self evaluation for me:

I was on chat with my boyfriend today. I was complaining about having to write a self evaluation. I hate writing them. the following chat occurs:

 me:  45 more minutes. at least I am pretty much done with that report. I will quickly review it tomorrow and then ask for a peer edit. then a memo to review. two meetings and hopefully by thursday I will have time to write my self evaluation

 him:  I should write your evaluation for you.

"Mary is very mean."

 me:  all this because I won't let you stop living? [in reference to an earlier conversation in which he complained about having to, well, live]

 him:  yep

 me:  whatevs

 silly:  "Mary also tends to use strange shortened versions of words, which is not desirable in an editor"

 Sent at 2:51 PM on Tuesday

 me:  lmao

okay that made me laugh out loud. stop it

 him:  "Mary often laughs out loud in the office for no apparent reason. This is disruptive to other employees."

 me:  gah! stop it!

him: 

glad I can entertain you.

 me:  you are silly!