Monday, November 27, 2006

Synchronized Slurping

When to worry:

When the Japanese guy sitting next to you at the cafe starts his slurp sequence (think-- sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrp, then... "aaaaaaah") the same time you start yours (think-- *silence*).

Hmmmm.... :)

Maybe slurping is more fun.

Happy Holidays. Merry Kwanzaa. Joy to the World, the fishes in the deep, blue sea...
and joy to you. Love.

Aubs

Apache Blessing

I love this.

May the sun bring you
new energy by day,

May the moon softly
restore you by night,

May the rain wash
away your worries,

May the breeze
blow new strength into your being,

May you walk gently
through the world and know its beauty
all the days of your life.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Crazy Girl's Monologue

SETTING: Atlanta. Thursday mid-morning. Cloudy (my friends in Buford would say the weather was a sure sign "the devil is beating his wife today" err?) Leaving the Convention Center in my favorite car... talking to myself like a looney tunes.

ME: Wow, I really should have gotten Mapquest return directions. With all these one way streets downtown, it might be a challenge finding my way home. hmmm... Kelly's at work, so she won't be able to Mapquest me home.

MYSELF: C'mon, how hard can it be? I-85 is EVERYWHERE. Atlanta is not a sign-stingy city. There'll be signs. Absolutely NO problem.

I: There's one now! Ooooh, woooooh....I can't get over in time! Oh, well. There'll be another.

ME: Crazy. I've been following this "Amy's Mobile Pet Hair Remover" van for 15-minutes. SURELY Amy is heading toward 85.

MYSELF: Wait. How did I get in a NEIGHBORHOOD? These houses are Faahncy. I'll bet if I stopped and asked for directions to 85, the butler would write them down for me with a gold-gilded ink pen. Half of these houses are under renovation....That one looks like it was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. They actually have designer paper bags holding their leaves and uniformed men blowing their leaves around. Eeeek!! It's the Altanta Hamptons!! WHERE is I-85!!?

I: No problem. Absolutely no problem. Keep driving. You'll hit it eventually.

ME: Um, didn't I just pass that landscaping team 5-minutes ago? Will that Escalade EVER get off my tail? Ok, there's that cafe we went to for Kassy's birthday. This must be Buckhead. I know I can get on I-85 from here. OR I could take Peachtree...

MYSELF: Which Peachtree was it again? Old? Industrial? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!

The stats----

55 ** number of minutes it took me to get from the Convention Center to I-85 at the junction of I-75 and I-85.

3 ** number of times I drove from Downtown to Midtown to Buckhead.

25 ** percentage of a tank of gas I "wasted" cruising about.

6 ** number of times I listened to #6 on Justin Timberlake's CD.

2** number of times I thought about stopping at the Varsity (the original).

4** number of times I missed an entrance to the highway because I was in the wrong lane or was cut off by a BMrrrrr with New York plates. Dang New Yorkers. :)

5** number of ways I can think to pronounce "Ponce de Leon".

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Those Blue Dudes

Yeah, I'm going to see them this weekend (Blue Man Group). Um, judging from their website, I'm guessing they're not commando warriors in plaid. (shoot!) hmmm... I may have spent too much on my ticket. heh. Apparently, there may be GOO involved. I'm nervous. Details to come.

adventures in odd shows. dmb eat your heart out!. bringing my poncho.

Aubs

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Silly Story number 768

**NOTE** My room is currently a TORNADO. This is in no way autobiographical!! Just the stuff rolling around my brain. ;)


GOOFY GIB GOBS

Goofy Gib Gobs
lived among slobs
at the end of Pineyfreeze Lane.

Goofy's red rug
got dust-free tugs
Twice a day and thrice Thursday.

Mr. Gobs' clothes?
he washed with a hose
For what machine could scrub better than he?

Goofy was cleanest on Pineyfreeze Lane.
But his heart was dirty when he'd complain:
Mertle left socks in the microwave!
Bob won't teach his bird to behave!
Lena wiped her runny nose on the window!
Snodgrass gave Tina an exploding hotdog show!

And then one steamy summer PM
Snodgrass shared his snacks again.
Juice frozen on a stick?!
Was this some sort of mean man's trick?
But Goofy decided to try it.

Grape came first and it slid down his chin.
Cherry was next and his sleeve dipped in.
Lemon landed on his dust-free rug.
and Strawberry drew in all the bugs.
Orange dripped onto his pants...
and watermelon fell into the tropical plants.

The house was a mess of rainbow stickiness!!
But Goofy didn't care so much about the mess.

Goofy Gib Gobs
was one of the slobs
who lived on Pineyfreeze Lane.

Goofy ate pops
and cleaned up the drops
Once a week and twice Tuesday.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... I didn't mean for this to turn into: "How a dude becomes dirty." Darn Popsicles. :) sooo... that's enough Goofy for one night. :)

Cheers. Salud. and all that jazz.

Aubrey

Monday, November 6, 2006

do, do, do...da, da, da...that's all I want to say to you

Notes on a day off

DO laundry (but make sure you're wearing some when the mail lady drops by).

DO read (but save the new Nicholas Sparks novel for a really sunny day. He's such a punk...seriously.) P U N K.

DO try on that red dress (again)... and then make plans to use it.

DO spend time with friends.

DO work out those new "sneakers" <------ heh. My gym teacher in high school rocked.


I love November, apple picking, crispy things, and really good hugs and stuff. Just to put that out there.

Peace out, yo.

Aubrey