Sassy Black Friend

Dreaming of snowblowers

Uh, having a house sucks when you get record amounts of snow. Twice in one winter. My back is killing me from trying to shovel out the driveway and front walk. Apparently we can get sued if someone falls in front of the house if we don’t clear it. Swell. So, we’re shoveling and fantasizing about buying a snowblower. It’s going on the list of things we must, must, must have – between a kegerator and some excellent xbox accessories.

The most wonderful time of the year

I’ll admit it. I’m a rabid consumer. Especially at this time of year. I get little gifts for everyone. It isn’t about spending a lot of money, I just love the whole process of holiday shopping. With one large exception. The music. (J, don’t kill me for this). Having every elevator, street corner, and store playing aggressively cheerful holiday music gives me a headache. So, I spend most of December walking around town with headphones on, listening to anything else, loudly.

So, while I will happily spend hours picking out candy for clients, scarves for my cousins, a playstation 3 for the boyfriend (not really), and bottles of booze for my pals, I do it with crappy R&B from the late 90s in my ears.

Electronics overload

Not as fun as cute overload, but still good. Actually I hate that site, but… moving right along. I’ve taken on some extra work to help with holiday shopping and vacation plans.

There are currently 12 digital cameras sitting on our dining room table, and I get to play with all of them.

I’m writing an article about the insane range of quality and features pointed at the casual user, and how confusing it can be to select and then use something so simple. I’ve got a headache already, and the boyfriend is hiding from me – he doesn’t want to be one of my testers.

The strangest things…

I get obsessed with the strangest things, really. After my weekend shopping trip I was sitting in the living room thinking about the floors in the house. They’re all hardwood and tile, which make them easy to clean, but not very comfortable in cold weather. Neither the boyfriend or I wear shoes in the house much, and we don’t own a single pair of slippers.

Now, we have a couple of fantastic rugs in key areas, but we can’t exactly afford to slap down an area rug anywhere we might walk.

So I turned to J, who never wears shoes inside and is always cold. She introduced me to the idea of slipper socks. We are hooked. More on that later, including photos of our new colorful collection.

More shopping!!!

Note: We’re doing it for the economy. And the tiny babies.

Sunday was dedicated to shopping for the house (again). The boyfriend was busy, so I spend the afternoon with my friend T who knows everything there is to know about furniture. To the point of being irritating about it. Fortunately he also loves candy, so I just gave him a bag of Halloween snacks and he shut up except when specifically asked about something.

We got a super cute cabinet for the bathroom, finally found a nice tv stand for the bedroom and ogled some porch chairs I was unwilling to commit to.

30 going on 13?

I knew the good mood couldn’t last. The boyfriend just asked me what’s going on with my face. He means the zits. For some reason lately I’ve been breaking out a lot. It must be some new product I’m using or maybe laundry detergent.

Whatever it is, I’m finding myself for the first time in a very long time looking into how to get rid of acne, and quickly. Charming. I had terrible skin when I was going through puberty, and always stressed out about it.

Hopefully this time I can get rid of it, determine the cause and behave like a mature adult (yeah right) about it.

Speaking of which, the movie 13 going on 30 was such a piece of crap, right?