Don't worry, I have been...just not here. With recent (and frustrating) changes at Blogger, I've decided to move over to Wordpress. You can find me at http://bohointheburbs.wordpress.com/.
See you on the flip side!
the daily resistance of monotony
If you're anything like me, you simultaneously look forward to Halloween and are surprised at its sudden appearance. Every year, I think I will pull out the stops and do something crazy-wonderful costume (usually Ziggy Stardust is my aim). And every year, I say the weekend before Halloween, "I'm not going to have the time to put that together. What can I be?"
So, dear readers, I've pulled together some emergency costume ideas for you.
1. Use way too much hair goop, slather it all over, especially at the front.
2. Take a section of your hair at the front and comb it straight down.
3. Hold the piece flat against your head and lay your index and middle fingers across it. Hold it tight.
4. With your other hand, slide the bobby pin toward the back of your head (between the two fingers), while not letting go of the hair. This will cause the bobby-pinned sectioned to be pushed back, while the parts you were holding down will stay in place, creating waves.
5. Blow-dry that motha. Then remove the bobby pins (or leave them in if you'll be partying hard).This sounds strange, but it's the same general process that genuine flappers used, though they had neat gadgets to do the work for them.
Back when we lived in the apartment, we talked about how we wanted a dog someday. Keene and I both consider ourselves to be "dog people," despite having two cats. So when we bought the house, we began talking about when would be the right time to get that dog.
In keeping with the spirit of this blog, I haven't told you yet that Keene and I got married. Last year.
Apparently visual hallucinations are so last year, because now, my other senses are getting in on the action. Sure, they can be auditory too, but that has always been for special occasions. I tried to find a blog post about the time I smelled vomit, which was especially awesome...but it seems I never actually posted about that. Well, you get the idea.
Last time I talked about our house, it was to complain (let's be honest here). I complained about how we only discovered some major flaws after we bought the house and were moving in. But there's something else that goes on when you buy a house: everything you loved about it comes crashing down. In a good way, I suppose.