Still not a ton to report, as most of the activity this month is happening in my own little mind. I'm having a lot more quiet time as I contemplate things I want to do and changes to make, but here are a few small updates.
1. Baby picture seekers should now check out Molly's MySpace account. She's posting updated photos of Travie & fam there.
2. Am considering side business as Madame Megan, online tarot reader. :) Have had an influx of requests for readings from friends lately, and I have to say I'm enjoying the practice, as well as seeing what comes up for everyone. Will design elaborate webpage with picture of me in big gypsy earrings and shimmery purple head wrap, advertising an intro rate of $9.95 per reading. What do you think?
3. If you live in WA, don't plan to serve Key Lime Pie Martinis at a party. Liquor stores in our great state no longer carry KeKe, a necessary ingredient for this delicious drink. Grrrrrr. No fun. Chris and I discovered this after a thorough search pre-housewarming party. Ended up serving Chocolate Martinis (or Chocotinis, for those of you who take offense at calling anything not the standard a martini--this issue arose at my party).
4. If you are me, accept fact that you should not take on responsibility for making anyone's birthday special. You are bad at it. Seriously. I have bad luck with birthdays despite my best intentions and mostly well-thought out plans. When I planned a fun birthday trip to Ocean Shores a few years ago for my friend, Shannon, the day was filled with a series of mishaps. First, I got mildly sick from our lunch at a local restaurant. Then, we spent a couple of hours driving around Ocean Shores and its surrounding cities unsuccessfully searching for a hotel, since none of them would take reservations for less than two nights during the summer months. This was followed by a game of miniature golf and window shopping, and then we were off to the beach to watch the sunset before driving home. There, I managed to get my boyfriend's Jeep stuck in the sand after realizing I didn't know how to use the four-wheel drive, and we stayed stuck until a friendly passerby helped us out. Arriving home exhausted and still feeling slightly sick, we crashed at my apartment. The next day I tried to redeem myself a little bit by taking her for a birthday lunch, but, at the end of the meal, I discovered I'd lost my wallet (it was under a seat in the Jeep), so she had to pay for it all. I don't think I need to say how lame I felt after that.
This year, my bad energy in this area continues. I accidentally marked the wrong date on my calendar for my other good friend's birthday. She and I got together for lunch on the real day, which of course I treated just the same as any other and kept mentioning, with no clue about my mistake, that we should plan something fun to do for her birthday. Chris's day turned out okay in the end, with a delicious dinner and fun concert, but all the "little" errands we planned to incorporate into our afternoon went amiss. We spent a ton of time running around and then came home to find out we accidentally locked Kitty out on the balcony for five hours. Oops.
5. Winning the war on fleas requires heavy duty, expensive treatment from the vet or pet store. If you think you are getting ahead on your own, you are wrong. While it works wonders within mere hours, and your Kitty (aka Fleabag) is ten times happier right away, it does have some not so great side effects. Primarily, if she likes to spend time on your bed when you're not home, your sheets turn into a little graveyard for the dead. Ew, Ew, EW! We are now doing frequent loads of laundry at my house. Down with fleas!
6. I'm still buying concert tickets for upcoming shows through early November, and then I'm going to stop until at least December. For real. Don't think I can't hear your sounds of disbelief.
7. In just a few short days, I will have my own DDR mat and game. Will begin quest to become DDR champion! Woohahaha! Soon I'll invite you over to compete against my crazy dance moves. Watch out.
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