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Monday, July 18, 2005
Fashion Show
I cannot believe I won the Avowry Fashion Show for plate and mail armor wearers. This is my all emerald plate set that matches my new mace, the "Seeping Willow". I call the chestplate, "Tube Top of Toughness."
I am also pictured with the other "Thongs of Valor" group farther below with my old Elemental Leggings and brand new Energized Chestplate. This game loves to show a lot of skin on the females- I swear the backless bikini thing I am wearing has a really high armor class and you KNOW it restores mana. How can I dress so skimpy and still be a really holy paladin? I must have to pray extra hard. Because I am seriously holy, over 35 points even.
In other news, I am starting work for a new client I worked with when I had my previous consulting company and getting ready to go on a cruise to Mexico. I have actually chosen my first wedding vendor: Bob and Cilla, a couple that does photography, and actually contacted them on availability to pin down a date. Imagine that, I'm making progress! I am also working on putting together a portfolio for chasing more creativity-oriented jobs. However, for like two nights in a row groups of people came over for dinner, so all my dishes are dirty and the house is a mess and I have no even tried out my new vacuum, BUT I've gone to the gym twice this week, including a my first Pilates class today and I'm reading a really good book, The Deed of Paksenarrion, that is very hard to put down, so I forgive myself for having a messy kitchen sink. Oh! And I watered my lawn.
.: posted by Zemlet 8:19 PM
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Space Shuttle
OK who else thinks it is ironic to see a blazing headline of "Return to Flight" followed by a tiny "Launch Scrubbed" sub-heading? Laura reminded me about the shuttle launch and we were all set to watch it together, albeit virtually, when it was postponed. She'll probably be on some amazing month long Hawaiian vacation by then and won't be glued to the launch activities. Hee hee. Let's see... rockets... sand... astronauts... tropical flowers... yeah I think she's going to be thinking much more about tan lines than fuel lines. At least I hope she will!
It got me thinking about how exciting it was to work in an industry, like the space industry, doing something I really cared about and thought was important. So I started looking around for jobs, seeing things here and there in industries I could get excited about and then, I looked at A/E marketing jobs, just to take a peek. There is a consulting engineering firm that is looking for a part-time marketing coordinator and they are only a few blocks from Pike Place Market. Ooooooh a part time job downtown! An easy one! Now all I can think about is a part time job... it would perfectly fit our financial situation of being able to exist on one salary, but needing just a tad more to live like we're used to or be able to rebuild our savings. And I could still play the happy homemaker and have time for art or other part time endeavors. You know, like staying up until 4am playing Wow. Cheryl and Ellen and I used to talk about the "Walk of Shame" where you emerge the next day or early in the morning wearing the same clothes as the day before because you stayed out all night at someplace other than your own place. Who knew it could apply to sauntering home in the wee hours after a night of playing online Boggle at your future sister-in-laws? By the way, our rating is back up to Purple for those of you keeping track. Take that BigDaveGrape!
That's right we actually have a Boggle Nemesis, the evil Red-ranked BigDaveGrape, who seems to follow us to every table with his stupid Scrabble Q words and "erns". "Erns" isn't even a word, moron! Gosh! (We just watched Napoleon Dynamite and I just caught you a delicious bass.) It seems whatever I do, I naturally seek out a Moriarty to my Sherlock Homes... a Kahn to my Kirk... a Jerri Manley to my... uh... my Jeff Probst? Doesn't everyone want a nemesis that it feels too good to beat, to show up like the cliquey school kids we all are deep down? In addition to clubs and work situations, (who can forget Dr. Evil?) I always seem to end up with one- especially short term nemeses for such important occasions as:
- Waiting in line: That inattentive Dad with the whiney kids is SO my Grocery Nemesis- I hope his wife is home in a warm tub or something enjoying her moments of peace while the rest of us suffer and are this close to buying the runts a damn candy bar ourselves just to shut them up while the clerk fumbles changing the paper roll! Perhaps an Abbazabba would keep them quiet! Gosh!
- Watching movies: Yes, I am sure you think it is very romantic, Movie Theater Nemesis, to sing along with the soundtrack to your girlfriend. But here is a preview you might have missed: Coming this summer! Annoyed girl with glasses behind you that goes out to the movies once a month and is ready to kick you with her fancy pointy shoes! (But I like my shoes too much, so I won't.) Oh and I didn't even like the song, so there is my Soundtrack Nemesis, while we're at it.
- In the car: How I curse thee, Parking Lot Nemesis. Yes we can all see what a fancy car you have, especially since you seem to be straddling more than one parking spot! I can think of a few things I'd like to make you straddle. I shall now have to roam the mall giving evil eye to anyone who looks the type to drive a car like that. Which is hard work. Yeah, right. Almost as hard as checking to see if you are actually between two of those handy white lines in the car park. Two that are directly adjacent I mean!
I'm not bitter or vindictive, am I? My life is just a fun little sitcom with the occasional plot complication. And everyone loves to have a villian to hate. Or else how could Gary Oldman hold down a job?
.: posted by Zemlet 2:47 PM
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