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asked by whimsyattackWell, I’ll tell you, Internetz. Because I just watched it. And it was AWESOME.
Actually, let me give you some hints.
First hint: 16.
And: pragnent.
Oh yesssssssss. My favorite trash TV show is on MTV. Because I am so, so great. And also smart. And possibly? An adult.
If you have not seen this televised DELICACY, I implore you to save just one hour of your next Tuesday evening. (Or two if you want to double your pleasure by watching the previous week’s episode immediately before.) You will not regret it. Especially if you have children.
You may even learn some things. Such as: Parenting is HARD for some people. (WTF? Hello. You’re DOING IT WRONG.) And: Just because my boyfriend is a 17-year-old pothead without a job doesn’t mean he’s not going to grow up when we have this baby. (Gah. Haters are just jealous.) As well as: Living with boyfriends is FUN. I’m going to move out of my mom’s house because she cries too much. (BORING.) Plus: Being pregnant is a little bit funny because, you know, the S-E-X. Teeeee heeee. I’m soooooo sorry that the delivery room attendants have to look at my *AREA.* (EWW, GROSS!)
BONUS: If you leave the channel on MTV long enough (a few hours), they will begin playing actual videos. Of music! -
asked by TaterTwins
First, the mate is very very smart. I always say probably the most intelligent person I've ever met in real life. I love this. It's very attractive to me to be able to have conversations with depth and to think about things and to change my mind. It's probably the biggest reason I fell in love with him.
Least? Would have to be that he is disorganized, not just with his physical environment but with the mundane items that have to get done... remembering to do things, saying he'll do something and then forgetting. It's a very small beef, of course, but one with irritations that build up over time. (As it is in any long-term relationship, I suppose.) -
asked by TaterTwins
Hmm. This is funny because he NEVER buys clothes, so he literally wears the same t-shirts and jeans and underwear and socks and shoes until they're falling off his body. So, I guess I will have to say ANYTHING NEW. He's like a baby... You know how you get excited to see them in something DIFFERENT when the seasons change? ("Oh! Shorts! Your legs are so cute!") Yeah. Like that.
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Almost nothing. I am obsessive about my space. I get depressed and can’t work if there’s chaos. At home, I have to live with the chaos that comes with four small children. This makes me even more obsessive about my work environment. So. On my desk at work (I’m thinking left to right): a photo of Anneke and Griffon, a lamp from Ikea, a Dymo label writer, two photos of Archer, a tiny collectible Little Prince, a tiny bottle eraser, my laptop platform, desktop monitor, optical mouse and one of those really thin mouse pads, a giant pumper of hand sanitizer, a container of antibacterial wipes, a pink ceramic Converse sneaker pen and pencil holder, and a coaster for my water bottle. When I’m there, my laptop goes on the platform, my water bottle goes on the coaster, my phone faces me in front of the water bottle, and my bag goes under my desk to the left of my feet, next to my trash can.
Everyone at work makes fun of me.
Yes.
So.
Hmm.
We also have a desk in our bedroom at home. When Archer’s not asleep in the room, our desktop computer is usually occupied by Bradley, so I don’t spend a lot of time at the desk. It is in disarray, much to my chagrin. -
a tomato on toothpicks
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DUH.
I'll give you a hint. He is sweet, lovable, and furry, and he doesn't use contractions.
Most commercial characters are so repulsive, it's easy to have a favorite like Grover. I've loved him, though, since I was a wee one.
Since becoming a mother, I've also developed affinities for Caillou, the Backyardigans (a passing affinity, before they added that completely transparent "Austin" character), and now pretty much the entire Yo Gabba Gabba! cast. -
Ooooohhhhh! First, sleeping in. I stay up late, so I love it when I get to sleep in (not so easy to do in my house, but Brad is often willing to go downstairs with the kidlets and let me get some ALONE sleep). So nice.
And THEN **rubs palms evilly** MAKING MY LIST for the weekend. Mwahahahahaaaaa! I keep a MASTER list, of course. OF COURSE. (Because I'm not INSANE.) But every Saturday morning, I take that list and create a list of activities that I can, IN NO WAY, realistically complete in less than 18 calendar days! And then I get to work! Oh, I am a fun one! I wish I had the pleasure of living with me! -
So, I'm just going to put the link out there and assume no one's going to want to track me down and stalk me: http://www.muelleraustin.com/
From http://www.muelleraustin.com/explore/new_urbanism.php: "In a nutshell, New Urbanism is an approach to land planning that reduces traffic and eliminates sprawl. A New Urbanist neighborhood resembles an old European village or pre-war U.S. small town with homes and businesses clustered together. Instead of driving on highways, residents of New Urbanist neighborhoods can walk to shops, businesses, theaters, schools, parks and other important services. Buildings and recreational areas are arranged to foster a sense of community closeness. New Urbanist designers also place importance on earth-friendly architecture, energy conservation, historic preservation and accessibility."
In addition to this badass gestalt vision, we have… an active online forum (we found our missing cat through someone on the forum!), a babysitting co-op that operates on “Baio Bucks” (yes, Charles really is in charge), a really nice community park and pool a block away, plus another HUGE, modern playground within walking distance, something like 12 miles of hike and bike trails with all native prairie grasses, bike lanes on all neighborhood streets, green buildings (if I were ever to lose my job, I’d probably work at the one place in Austin where everyone with my background works… an organization that just happens to be housed in a building in my neighborhood, within walking distance, which is silver LEED certified and provides shower facilities to employees to encourage them to ride their bikes to work), a state of the art children’s hospital to which I could walk if I wanted (Griffon’s already been there twice), community events (kid-friendly movies in the park on a weekly basis for part of the spring/summer), … I could go on and on. There are always kids out. There are always people jogging with strollers and walking dogs. My commute to work is eight minutes, with about five stoplights and zero highways. WE HAVE SCULPTURES, PEOPLE! A GIANT SPIDER! A POLLEN! (In fact, our family photos were taken by a neighborhood photographer IN our neighborhood… You can see the pollen grain sculpture in the background here.)
And this is not even to say that I love my house, which, I LOVE MY HOUSE. It’s too small, technically, but I LOVE MY HOUSE.
I forget day to day that this place is so cool. I mean, you just do what you do, and your daily life becomes what it becomes, and it’s necessarily monotonous. You forget that you have all these wonderful THINGS available to you because you’re too busy getting cup after cup of milk and water, picking up disposable piece of crap toy after disposable piece of crap toy, cleaning up human after feline after canine vomit and feces, walking with bare feet in cat litter that’s been tracked all over your wood floor. Over and over and over and over and over.
But truly, it’s a fantastic place to be. If I have to smell rotting waste anywhere in the world, I’m glad I’m doing it here. -
Beee teee double yooo... on the topic of a younger, blonder me...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aliciadbeth/3583655590/
Because everyone needs a pair of mom jeans. Even at age 15.
I much prefer my brunette(ish) status. I colored my hair for a looooooooooong time. Brad and I have known each other for almost 14 years, and he's only seen my true hair color for the past year and a half. It was mostly an issue of having to keep coloring once I started, so as not to look jankety (official cosemetological language).
I have very little attachment to hair. I've been all shades of blonde, brown, and red; I've been blue, platinum, and black; and I've been everywhere from waist length to shaved. For a long time, I sort of needed that jolt every once in awhile that you get from drastically changing your appearance. I don't really feel that need as strongly now -- or maybe I just don't notice it because I have so many other need-havers to which I must attend.
I worked in a salon and day spa part-time when I was in college, and I'm sure this has something to do with my orientation to hair. I see it as sort of an accessory, and one that's often a nuisance. I'd love to live in a world in which I could shave my head and still have a professional job and go to Daisy Scout functions without getting the stink eye. Austin's pretty good about that kind of tolerance, but it's still not all the way there. I wore a short sleeve shirt today to work that showed my tattoo for the first time since last summer, and I was self-conscious all day. I just wish it didn't matter.
I guess, in a roundabout way, I'm saying yes. Although I think it depends a lot on the person and the kinds of attachments she feels to her physical self. -
I went to a circus recently. It was HORRENDOUS. There is no way I would perform at the circus, unless maybe it was as Suicide Lady.
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Louis CK on bank fees http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hjqy2lJ5yoU
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amy's, an austin institution: http://www.amysicecreams.com/
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