Please, click this link and check out item number 18. Don’t worry, I’ll wait…..That’s #18
Got it? Read it? Got the premise?
Yeah, okay, so adertising…specifically the cult of personality advertising aka bumperstickers. There’s a car in the parking ramp where I work that sports a bumper sticker that says “Not Normal” and every time I see that car I think “your anti-Bush, pro-current alt-rock act stickers covering your black VW Jetta pretty much make it clear you are anything BUT not normal. Seriously. I bet if I met you, you’d be the most normal person ever. I bet you’re just a regular person with a standard sense of humor, politics that run middle of the road, musical tastes, fashion tastes and food tastes that are not so different.”
I’m not saying you’re boring, I bet you’re a perfectly cromulent person. You’re probably charming and you probably believe fiercely in teh things you believe in. You believe enough to attach stickers to your car to that effect. It’s just that if you feel the need to remind us that you are ‘not normal’ then you probably recognize that we have forgotten or do not seem to appreciate just to what degree you deviate from the normal and if the rest of us can not even see just how deviant or ‘not normal’ you are then…well…we are probably just seeing you for the normal person that you are.
I’m not ddissing your bumper sticker, it’s a very nice sticker, I just wonder why. If you have to advertise that you are strange, not normal or a freak you probably aren’t.
On the other hand, if you had a bumpersticker that proclaimed your adamant belief in your own bipedalism, I’d think that was pretty strange.
As for what is on my car? Not much yet. I have the parking sticker for the ramp, that pretty much lets you know that I am either staff, student or faculty at a little midwester arts college. I also have a one of those jesus fish reshaped into a science rocket and a minnesota public radio static window cling that I have not yet attached. I believe in science and I am a member of mpr.

My party….
2 pinatas! Pinwheel hats! Much grilling! A flask of Makers Mark! A kite shaped like a pirate ship! Devil Horns!
Did I mention 2 Pinatas? Did I? Because I just wanted to make sure you knew that at my party there was not one but two (dos!) pinatas! The second was a happy coincidence as David’s sister (not knowing how much I wanted a pinata and not knowing that David got me one) decided that the best thing I could have on my birthday was something to beat up and then eat the candy from inside.
Wonderful.
Great big thanks to David and April for throwing the best birthday party ever!!! Everyone agreed that it was the best kind of birthday party a 7 year old (or me) could ask for.
I’ll try to post pictures soon. Watch for them here and over on the side! I especially want to post pics of the pinwheel hats.

Things that are hard
* Getting up at ass am to go down to Roosevelt High School and help administer the ACT test to hopeful high school school students. I hate getting up that early, especially when you are being snuggled by a dog, a boy and another dog.
* Being in high school is hard. I felt bad watching some of those kids struggle through on that test. I did, however, chastise the girl who forgot a pencil. This is the test to see if you are prepared for collegem if you can;t even prepare for the test…well then…
* Reading about the roots of the palestinian.isreali conflict. It’s hard, it’s frustrating. You want to grab the UN and scream “why did you let this happen? why did you condone it?”, then you remember that the UN is pretty much useless and you can almost always make a connection between the UN’s ineptitude and some egregious human rights violation. It’s so frustrating to read about this. I should go back to the Calvin and Hobbes book.
* penises
* Letting other people plan your party. I thought it would be totally chill to sit back and let other people plan my birthday party. No one has thrown a party for me since childhood. Now I know why, because I desperately want to jump in and start making food, orchestrating meal prep, setting up tables. It’s hard. Really hard. Luckily it looks like the weather tomorrow should be lovely. If you’d like to join us we will be at Minnehaha Falls Sunday at 4pm. Bring your own meat to grill, we’ll have the sides for you.
* Wanting very much to crochet cute little flowers but your hand hurts too much so you’re stuck. That’s hard too. I can’t do much of anything today, my wrist and hand are all achey and painful. I crocheted a bit this morning and now it’s done for the day. I need to do dishes and laundry and I can’t (well, I’m doing laundry but not folding anything).
Rock on party people! See you tomorrow.

What I hate (the short list)
* Restaurant websites that offer their menus as downloadable PDFs only. I fucking hate that. How hard is it to format a menu on a page. I end up with all these oddly named PDFs on my desktop that I end up having to clean up. I just wanted to see if you had hamburgers or pancakes, I don’t want to find your menu 3 goddammed weeks from now! You can easily format a webpage to display anything you want in any way you want! Don’t get all uppity with the PDFs!
* Getting my period a full week early, without any warning. None. Just sitting quietly at the desk trying not to kill people and….SPLOOOSH. Fucking uterus. An entire week early. What the hell?
Okay. Calm blue ocean.
Things that I love (short list)
* Making Moon Patrol Generator Dinner! A fruit salad with fresh pineapple, strawberry, grapes and mango on top of Banilla yogurt with a dollop of peanut butter, a sprinkle of granola and a drizzle of honey. YUM. (in addition to the leftover enchiladas that i was supposed to bring for lunch but forgot).
* Dreaming about napping! How odd. I dream that I am so tired I must nap (and I am tired, insomnia is a cruel bitch). Last night I dreamt that I was talking to a neighbor and my sister came by with a big bundle of blankets and pillows. She told me it was time to nap and she brought me to the sofa and bundled me in good. Later I dreamt I was leaving Nordstrom at the MOA and was headed to Bloomingdales. Steve was at Nordstrom and he came up to me. We decided to go to a nap area and take a nap. Unfortunately, the news was on and we had to listen to the details of the death of what’s his face in Iraq. Steve was confused so I showed him all these charts and graphs regarding the mission. This is what happens when you set your clock radio to NPR.
* Knowing that Ghengis won’t run away when he’s off leash.
* Watching Ghengis and David rough house and haul ass around the front yard with Ghengis off his leash (cuz he’s a good little fella!).