darkitysnark

Mr. RealEstateAgent is a perky, baby-faced, energetic, almost puppyish type fellow. Very centrist looking (neither hipster nor buttoned down). Tends to get along with everyone (which is good for his line of work).

He and his family currently live in one of those cookie cutter McMansion type neighborhoods, but are on the long-range plan of having a house somewhere further out in the sticks with some land.

To prepare for Inland he watched Mulholland Drive and Lost Highway to and from his recent vacation to Aruba.

Snarky is very jealous of your almost-opportunity of the Chicago screening. She would've probably grabbed some random person off the sidewalk in lieu of her hubby if needed to get in (which would totally add to the whole vibe of the evening). She hopes you and soon-to-be-home-hubby get a chance to see it soon, even if it is sans Lynch.

Let's hear it for deconstructed cravats!

Snarky is entertaining her inner raconteur (and should've worn Herr Drosselmeyer for the added pipe tobacco effect!): "grab a glass of brandy and gather 'round the fireplace for a rousing tale"!

That notes feature is awesome. We have... a paper bag of bulbs that should have been planted several weeks ago...

Everyone's talking about clothing now, and I do love to talk clothes. Maybe Mister likes the color of the sweater on you? Maybe he likes how it makes you look snug and warm and he wants to crawl up under the sweater with you? Actually, it sounds like a very classic look, and maybe Mister likes a classic, uncluttered look, something I always associate with J. Crew. I always think of Eddie Bauer as the source for more reasonably-priced classic clothing when you don't want to pay the J. Crew prices, which I find absolutely insane.

Snarky suspected it was a color thing too... The Mister, upon being directly questioned, said "I dunno... I guess so... :grope grope grope: There's just... something about this sweater. I really, really like it".

My husband likes me best in very sporty, almost schlumpy clothes. I have NO idea why. He just likes that look. He claims it's more "natural."

Funny how that works. Snarky enjoys dressin' up on occasion in the outfits that require semi-architectural foundation garments. While The Mister appreciates such efforts, he does tend to gravitate toward the comfy stuff too. Boys are funny.

I fishnets! They make my legs look like fascinating elevation/contour maps! (and apparently appeal to my deep seated cartography kink )

Ever since starting my old government job back in 2000, I've been having half hour lunches. Not very convenient for when you want to actually go somewhere to eat, but it gets me out of work and home a little earlier. I do sometimes wish I had the luxury of a full hour to re-group, though.

My "me" time happens in the morning and evening bus commutes. Still not very private, but usually bus-people tend to keep to themselves.

Getting old stinks! Snarky hereby declares Ought Seven as her year of Youthful Regression! (Doesn't roll off the tongue as well as SexyBack 2007.)

Snarky is gonna hafta pull out the Big Guns in the weeks to come: belly dancing and yoga DVDs. They will be embarrassing and awkward, but she always feels better after putting herself through a few sun salutations (in the privacy of her own home).

You know, I don't think I have a lot of sacred memories that I can bring to mind. It takes a resonant moment or scent for them to be unearthed for me. I think I live a large part of my life fairly disconnected from my memories (it's a weird quirk I have... sort of assassinish, really).

I love the idea of mermaids... possibly the more sinister aspects of them too. (Especially?)

I had the next best thing to a drag queen helping me with my dress: Southern seamstress. I think she might have done some pageant work. She was all about going out on a limb and doing whatever the heck it was I wanted to do.

(Which ended up being an Earth Mother sort of a thing with a lavender under layer and a white silk chiffon over layer... very "wedding muumuu".)

But yeah. I accompanied my best friend to a David's Bridal (during their $99 dress event, no less) and spent interminable hours trying to help her figure it all out. And it was torture. And she was unhappy. And she ultimately decided on some puff-pastry princess mess that didn't have anything to do with her originally Asian themed wedding plans.

My own father once pulled me aside during a colleague's daughter's wedding (the bridesmaids wore designer gowns and yes, there was an ice sculpture melting into the shrimp cocktail) and urgently whispered: "when it comes time for you, please elope!"

Heh. More proof that we all want what we don't have. Snarky still dreams of having Anne of Avonlea hair, while other people seem to want her own stick-straight blah black Asian 'do.

Valentina, if she could give you her monstrous talons, they would be yours in an instant. She is having very similar winter skin problems, though. Snarky is currently motoring through a tub of LUSH Dream Cream and Burt's Bees Carrot Cream after morning ablutions and again at night when her thirsty, thirsty skin itches for more.

Great minds, indeed. Snarky remembers a time when she not only kept close watch on the body hair situation, but actually put on makeup and did her hair before work! !!

Snarky wants to be Valentina when she grows up, really. All put together because she wants to, and as an exterior manifestation of her inner awesomeness, and not because she thinks it's expected of her or any other thing.

I've just very recently discovered the joy of coordinating one's foundation undergarments (The Mister used to serenade me with "Ebony and Ivory" on my non-matching days. ). And I agree, a good pair o' panties can really put a better perspective on the day.

I'm glad you're OK! You handled the potential accident perfectly.

Things are starting to get back to normal here in Portland, though my bus did have a few heart stopping moments skidding around from a hill stop.

My parents are in Texas. They sent photos of the icicles hanging off their gutters.

Ugh. Office cold (it was 55... I think it's up to 62 now). Can't think right now.

One word: cheese.

S'my kryptonite and my catnip.

Good luck on your presentation. Perhaps you should wear The Boots that day. Might distract some of the non sequiturs.

Eep! Sounds like you are taking the proper steps to alleviate the situation. If this *does* show up on your credit report(s), there is recourse for you short of the whole attorney thing.

I had to have a credit card collection investigated several years ago (one of my old roommates during my Springer Year used my SSN to get a platinum card - I mean, c'mon, a college student with a platinum card? So obviously ID fraud.) and had all the "charges" dropped.

It involved lots of phone calls with the collection agency and issuing bank (and a detective!) but no attorneys.

Good luck!

Asian moms are crazy. Take it from me: it gets much, much better when they are five states away. Hang in there!

It was.

So red jasper is for grounding! A-ha! That explains a lot. I bought a pair of red jasper earrings a year ago from a friend of mine who designs beautiful jewelry. We had just moved out West and I was feeling very unconnected to the world without my usual support network and old haunts. Hm...

I love the idea of you slicing through a crowd of be-dazzled politicos in a blaze of ol factory and sartorial fierceness. All no-nonsense, grim and intimidating at the prow, but with a wiggle and a wink in your wake.

And for whatever it's worth, I'm glad you are rounding a corner on that-which-must-not-be-described-to-death.

Episodes of illness-related anosmia are the only time that I will switch away from the bean (as in coffee) and migrate to the leaf (as in tea). Coffee loses its taste when I'm sick, mainly because part of the taste is the smell.

 

I hope that the snarks are feeling better and if not, that the darkityma brews up some industrial-strength healing soup for both of you!!!

Snarky could probably content herself with a cup of hot water right now, though she has had startling moments of one-nostriled clarity every once in a while.

DarkityPa went to four, count 'em, four different grocery stores while Snarky was at work today (and The Mister was passed out sleeping through his misery), and DarkityMa cooked up a big pot of chicken jook. Snarky is a bit embarrassed to have her parents restocking her pantry for her, but is looking forward to some tummy happiness.

Welcome back, sprained ligaments and all! I think if I ever were to stay in Vegas, it would have to be at the Golden Nugget. Because... Golden Nugget!

Either that or Circus! Circus! 'Cause that's how I roll.

Was he a white dude? Because all those white dudes look alike.

I still have school dreams that have to do with scheduling and where's my locker and I have a test when?!?! and all that fun stuff.

The Mister just threw together a garlic broth last night to try to fight this horrible clud (flu + cold + crud?) they picked up Back East. To no avail, but it was still delicious!

Incidentally, The Snarks ended up gifting The Mister's "got garlic?" T-shirt to his budding-foodie step-brother, so now Snarky is gonna hafta make another one.

Hee! "Snarky Shirts". Snarky is planning a few BPAL blog-inspired designs just for the helluvit.

The Mister was near-chipper yesterday, which did lighten the mood in ChezSnark quite a bit. Perhaps this trip Back East will be more Food Folks and Fun rather than Misery Loves Company.

I'm still pulling for you!

Thank you so much! Today is much brighter than yesterday. Last night Snarky cranked some serious glass craftage (to the tune of seven soap dishes) that have apparently *not* exploded in the kiln overnight. A triumph!

And, the t-shirt she's been waiting to do for The Mister is about half-done now... and looks pretty sweet.

And! Though this is the darkest day of the year, the sun is out!

Finally: The Mister might have worked out a stop-gap with his current employer in which he can provide some estimating help from home, which would give him an opportunity to still generate a little income and avoid all the stress-making people/places/things, at least for the time being.

So yes, today feels almost like a 180 snap around from yesterday. Snarky knows more roller-coaster moments are on the horizon, but she's feeling much stronger than she did a mere 24 hours ago.

Thank you!

Apparently Melody just doesn't have a last name. Feel the Love!

Interesting. The whole Arc of the Covenant thing really gives me tremendous pause, but the crystal people out there do consider this book The Bible of their studies.