Friday, March 27, 2009

Forget the planner, I want my sticky notes!

Yes, I was the one who went to the Seven Habits for Highly Effective Whatsherbutts. That was me. And yes, I subscribed to the tasking lists, labeling each one with an "A" for degree of severity, and a "1,2,3" for order in which I would accomplish them. I had thrown away my sticky notes, cast them aside, never to be seen or heard from again. It was as if I'd banished the sticker-tape parade that consumed my desk. It was beautifully organized. It was easy to read. It was the hardest thing I've had to stick to, no pun intended. After a short period of time, I found I was convincing myself to put the easiest "out of the way" tasks first, getting to the fun stuff as quickly as possible. This did not work. Projects were pushed back, steps weren't taken, and I found I was getting even more stressed out because everything was piling up at the last minute, but now it was on paper! I couldn't run away from the list staring me back in the face. I was in planner Hell!

Now I'm off the planner, at least for tasking purposes. My new method of getting stuff done? You guessed it - sticky notes. But now I'm playing a sort of "sticky roulette", writing down one task per note, grouping them together on my desk, closing my eyes and picking one up. No matter what it says, I have to do it until there are no more stickies left. It's genius, AND I like seeing only one sticky left. Makes me feel good. Plus, the stickies pick up the dust, which is soemthing else I need to do today... dust. Let me go get a sticky!

Strange encounters or a ride home?

Last night when I walked out to my car from work, I was blinded by the light in the parking lot. It got me wishing that light belonged to an alien space ship that was going to carry me back to my apartment, as the drive is way too long to do in the rain at night. It could happen, right?

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Making my mom and teachers proud

I've been helping my friend Whitney put together her project visuals for the last two days. I'm in love with the box of sugar , I won't lie. In some strange and twisted way this poster compels me to eat a cupcake with sprinkles, which is NOT what you should do if you have or want to avoid this disease. But still...

Friday, March 20, 2009

Workin' 9 to 5 ain't no way to make a livin'

Sometimes being super productive all day long makes me feel all shiny and new. And sometimes standing in front of an open window on a sunny day does the same thing.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Gives a whole new meaning to the term Bed Rock

1. Rock Pillows ( )I want a room full of these things. I'll paint it grey, put a primitive fire pit in the corner of the room and make myself a Girl Cave. Maybe some tofu roasting over said fire. Some people come up with the neatest ideas for pillows, and I'm a fan of almost every single one of them.

2. Fruit Pillows ( Um... giant fruit. As pillows. Do I really need to tell you why I want these? I wonder if they make starfruit...

3. Star Pillows ( The star pillows are quirky and whimsical, and totally unique. My favorite would be the grass star pillow, and I can absolutely see them on my Ikea wicker chairs out on the porch. The designer, Stephanie Wenzel, has an eye on all things modern and funky. LOVE IT.

4. Log Pillow ( These cute guys are actually hand made, as described on the Thread Banger website. This site gives all kinds of fantastic ideas for home-made goodies, from cutsie pillows to Sweeney Todd-inspired ruffle shirts (no, I'm not the least bit kidding). The site has a great sense of humor and whimsy and a TON of ideas for what to do on a rainy afternoon (or weekend, for those not-so-saavy with a needle and thread).

5. Zombie Pillows ( I can't even begin to tell you how loud I squealed when I found these. Zombie pillows, people. Can you even stand it?! They're even holding human hearts! I don't care how morbid and strange my guests would think I am, because the satisfaction of having these proudly displayed on my couch is almost too much for me. I might actually have to put these on my birthday wishlist this year. OMG.

6. Pop Pillows ( Angel, Devil, Dead Tired, or Noise Pollution. I can't choose which one!

Seeing the forest for its little tiny trees

The one plant I wanted to germinate more than any of the others is the Bells of Ireland. I'll give you three guesses where that plant is supposed to be. It's the day before St. Patrick's day, I'm dating an Irish boy, so you'd think luck would be on my side with this one (pun intended). But no. I killed the silly things before they even had a chance at life above ground. Back to the drawing board...

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

And back to fifth grade we go

A lot of things can bring me back to grade school, and last Saturday was no exception. The food court in my mall is set up like an exaggerated version of my school cafeteria, and I found myself watching the different groups of people who were sitting together while I ate in solitude. For example, the family on the left was out enjoying the weather that day, looking for a new dress to give their little girl. But, more intriguing than that was the pair of men sitting to the right of them. The man in the suit seemed to be half listening to his friend in the t-shirt while he talked about his girlfriend. T-Shirt Man produced a tiny black box from his pocket and handed it to The Suit, who proceeded to flip the lid, revealing a large, sparkling ring. They chatted about the ring for a few moments and then T-Shirt Man closed the box and set it next to his hand for the rest of their meal. In some perverse corner of my mind I was hoping The Suit was actually his boyfriend and T-Shirt Man was asking for his hand in marriage in the middle of the food court. Something about that scenario would have just made my day completely. I think I'll go on thinking that. They really would have made a lovely couple.

I kinda miss the FireFox one...

A few months ago I was using the "Stumble!" application on my web browser and happened upon these little gems. If you are at all familiar with Apple products built in the last five years, these icons will look very familiar. The only one I wish they had made was the Trash Can. But seriously, the cute factor here MORE than makes up for it.

Lake Effect

Lake Johnson at approximately 7:45 pm on a Monday evening. Now this is what I call a night on the town. If you go, make sure you bring enough water for you AND the dog you're walking. Saltine crackers do not make a good hiking snack if there's one bottle of water between two people and a dog.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Rubber ducky, you're the one

Walking out from work last night, after several hours of nothing special, a strange and wonderful sight greeted me. It seems the fountain outside the mall doors, which featured six bronze children appearing to "play" in the water, had been altered to look like one huge communal bathtub. The foam was thick, which reminded me how much I truly love a good bath - the more bubbles, salts and fizz the better. My question is, what soap did they put in there? Those were the most perfect bubbles!

Monday, March 2, 2009

Really? Really...

Living in North Carolina doesn't exactly entitle me to much snow. I've come to terms with this and decided that living with my boyfriend is worth giving up snow. So when I wake to find ONE INCH of the white stuff on the ground with little sticking to the roads, I have to laugh at the reaction the city has taken to it. ALL THE SCHOOLS ARE CLOSED! I'm not kidding here, kids. The entire city's school systems have closed for the entire day, yet I still have to work at the mall. I'm not complaining - if I were a kid I'd be stoked to be out for just one inch of snow. But as a mall veteran, I don't think it's fair in the slightest. Somebody call me out sick - I want a snow day too!!!

Parting is such sweet sorrow

Many things can bring a family together. A marriage... a birth... a holiday. This past Saturday, a death brought my family together. My grandmother's time on this earth had helped bring together the most beautiful and exciting people I know, and she is leaving us to do the same. I won't forget her unwavering strength, or the love she gave unconditionally to her family. She has set an example for me, the only grand daughter, of focus, determination, compassion and zeal. I love my Oma very much, and hope she is with Opa again at last.