Saturday, September 30, 2006

A Harlequin Book Review

Due to the fact that my very missed friend Fin has hidden herself among the sand dunes of the UAE, I've uncovered some Arabic inspired reading that seems to have been inspired by the little minx herself.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006


when i found this sewing pattern online today i immediately thought of my abu dhabi dame who has gone MIA in abudhabiville.
this one's for you fin!

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Attack of the Shingles

I've now been infected with shingles for approximately eleven days. September 11th being the day that they decided to rear their ugly, bumpy, burning-red, itchy little heads.
First of all, who the hell has ever heard of shingles? Apparently only people that were fortunate enough to have grandparents that lived into old age, which leaves me out but does seem to indicate that I have the body of a ninety-year old. Of course, many of my friends already knew that.

Apparently when I was young I had a scorching case of chicken pox (the less sinister sister of shingles) but since it was before conscious life began for me, I can safely say that shingles is one of the sickest sicknesses that I have ever been sick with.
Not just because of the burning, itchy flesh or the constant prickly feeling all over my back and side but because of the invisibility of it all. It's a sonofabitch of a disease that lingers under your skin, pops up in random spots and and then attacks widespread areas of seemingly healthy flesh by lighting fire to all of your nerve endings. It's kind of like when you're foot falls asleep and then you get up and try to shake it out, but before you get that torturously tickly feeling you get that kind of painful pins and needles sensation - it's like that. On my back. All the time.

What's the cause of all this you ask? I suppose that the incessant twitching of my right eye for two weeks should have been an indicator....alas, I'm an idiot. My body was screaming at me to settle down, got tired of me ignoring her and decided to erupt through my flesh.
Much like the scene in Alien.
So now I'm living like an apothecary, shoving every type of vitamin B, C, E, zinc, rosehips, shark cartiledge and opium into my body in an effort to boost my immune system and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Naughty Librarian? Jebus help us.

I've spent much of the morning lying in bed and surfing ebay and drinking tea. No, I haven't been fired but I do have an infectious disease. More on that later. One of my shocking finds this morning includes this little number:

Apparently the package includes:
  • Dress with attached tulle petticoat
  • Shawl
  • Rhinestone glasses
  • Removable "Naughty Librarian" badge
  • Medium size 6-10, weight 120-140 lb
Although, if it came with the tits I might give it a second thought.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Party Shenanigans

It makes me laugh when my bf's friends take his bathroom animals (don't ask) and create little skits with them every time they come over...

And when my bf gets so drunk that he pulls out the old cowboy hat...

and when this guy gets invited (clearly the life of the party)....

and when moments like this are captured...

and when todie and i hijack the camera...

Saturday, September 16, 2006

I pulled a Felicity

Well, not quite that severe. But last week I woke up, showered and washed my hair and then stood in front of the mirror and screamed at my effing head. Why won't you do what I want you to do!!!??? And it was during this emotional crisis that I called my salon and made an emergency appointment.
Turned out quite nice if I do say so myself :)

Monday, September 04, 2006

welcome to my library. shhhh!

so as i was strolling through the blogosphere the other day (shut up - it's a word) i made my way through the usual suspects of blogs written by my friends and was both amazed and insanely jealous of the new widget that my friend over at MIMB had installed. it's a cool little widget that has started offering to those that keep their book collections within their space.

now i never really understood the idea of transferring my collection over from my current Access database (c'mon, you knew i had to have one) to a public website such as this. hard to imagine i know, given my rampant narcissistic nature. but i've always considered the titles held within my bookcases to potentially allow visitors a very private and sickiningly intimate vantage point of my inner psyche.
believe it or not i am slightly reticent of offering up such information freely. perhaps it has to do with the fact that as a reader you cannot tell the arrangement of these titles within my physical space. i cannot indicate what is a bedtime read and what sits on my reference shelf. it's just all there - scattered blindly.
or perhaps it is the fact that inside i am only too aware of the fact that my reading preferences serve to confirm that i have far too many personalities floating around in my dizzy head. that i have intellectual ADD. that entering a bookstore (particularly of the second hand variety) renders me as incapacitated as a fat kid in a candy paris hilton in a hall of john mark karr at a beauty pagent (okay that's far enough, you get the picture). i am delirious and cannot be held responsible for my actions and purchases.
so welcome one and all to my library.
no eating or drinking allowed.