Friday, July 25, 2008

Why Are You Smiling At Me When I Am Going To Eat You?

This is a Smiley Face Cookie from Smith's Bakery in Bakersfield, CA.
This is pure bliss.
This is chock full o' artificial sweeteners and refined sugars.
It is still yummy in my tummy.
It is sitting, a lonely smiling cookie, on my desk, awaiting to be devoured, piece by piece, throughout my work day.
Alas! With eating this, I am a healthy-food-fiend phony.
(You know you all want one too! But you CAN'T because most of you don't live here. HA.)

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Dear World: A little less conversation...

Dear Person Who Will Remain Unnamed/People of the World who don't LISTEN:

I have noticed recently that when I try to have a conversation with you, it's a little one-sided. It's not that I don't want to hear all the brilliant things you have to say (cough cough), but it's nice if the conversation goes more like a tennis game, instead of a basketball game where you hog the ball the whole time.

When we talk, I mean, YOU talk to me, it goes a little like this:

YOU: blah, blah, I'm saying really important things, blah, blah, blah (pauses briefly to take a breath)
Me: (jumps in during precious few milliseconds of silence): {proceeds to add something insightful and intelligent to topic of conversation}
Other person: ......
Me: .... (waiting for acknowledgement of my participation in conversation)
Other person: .... Um, yeah, anyways... blah, blah, blah, I'm saying really important things, blah, blah, blah.

Me: (thouroughly annoyed and seriously peeved for the rest of conversation, and probably ends/will end conversation early due to lack of respect for my AMAZING contribution)

It's like I didn't even say anything at all.


Can you just listen every once in a while, PLEASE? And not just to me... to everyone else I know you probably do this to, as well. Otherwise, I might have to delete your number from my phone. And your friendship from my life.

XOXO,

Tracie

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

All I Wanted Was Some Sushi

I went out to lunch today for work to get some sushi at this sushi bar right around the corner. I had a weird feeling to check the amount in my bank account before I went in... and I did... and I got robbed. AGAIN. (Yes, this happened to me last week... please click here) Of all my money. Thanks, JERKS.

B of A's "stop check fraud" program doesn't seem to be working as well as I thought/as well as they said it would. However, maybe they really were serious when they said I needed to close my current account and open up a new one...

In conclusion, I wasn't able to get my sushi (I did have my mom's VISA, but I decided not to use it since it's technically not my money). All I wanted was their Kiss of Fire roll... spicy tuna and cucumber and onion wrapped in seaweed and rice, topped off with tuna and this super-hot sauce... all for $8.00. I just wanted some sushi... !!DIE, BANK ROBBER, DIE!!

(I get a little mean when you get in the way of my SUSHI)

Ur So Gay, And You Don't Even Like Boys

Sometimes I think to myself, shoot, it's really hard to be classy. Wouldn't it be nice to air my dirty laundry and let the whole world know about {insert current catastrophic life event}... And then, I remember that it's not all about me. I need to look at the bigger picture (Thanks, Shelly!).

Because I'm better than that.

If Beyonce can do it, I can do it:

"I'm not gonna blast you on the radio,
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna lie on you or your family, yo,
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna hate you in the magazine,
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna compromise my Christianity,
(I'm better than that)
You know I'm not gonna diss you on the Internet
Cause my momma taught me better than that."

This doesn't count, right?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

My New Favorite Word

Sissy-la-la (noun):
1. A person regarded as weak or timid and especially as unmanly.
2. a timid man or boy considered childish or unassertive
3. having unsuitable feminine qualities (effeminate)

Example: Cats are for Sissy-la-las, dog men say.

Feel free to spread it around like a California Wildfire.
(Source: Brittany Davis)

Monday, July 21, 2008

Under Construction b/c I can't make up my mind

Site currently under construction... be back soon!! (If you really miss me that much, go see my new running blog: http://thisissupposedtobefun.blogspot.com/ )

Friday, July 18, 2008

Music is the only thing that makes sense...

I love music. Music speaks to my soul. If nothing else, all I need is an iPod with my favorite playlists to be happy. (Such playlists would include: I'm Better than You, Moving on & Moving Out, Volumes 1-3, Let's Get It On, Parts 1-4, Ok, This Time I'm Really Going To Clean, "Road Trips to the beach with Carol".)

Music helps me run better ("
Gangsta's Paradise"- Coolio), drive longer (10 Things I Hate About You soundtrack), clean more efficiently/actually clean (SheDaisy's "Sweet Right Here" album), gets me in the mood to bake (Sia and The Bird And The Bee), helps me feel happy ("What I Got" by Sublime, anyone??).

I LOVE MUSIC (can't say it enough). I am Queen Of The Music Domain. I know and love EVERYTHING (I could list all the genres, but you might not know/appreciate them all). Don't even try to think you know artists/songs/albums better than me, because I'll always win at this game.

I also love/live by my (cue heavenly-angels-from-on-high singing) ~~iPod~~. And it's currently lost in a chaotic jumble-jungle, also known as "my room". And so my running/driving/cleaning/ baking/LIFE/very essence of my SOUL have been sorely lacking.


I'm stuck in a catch-22: I need to clean my room to find my iPod... but I need my iPod to clean... but I need to clean my room to FIND my iPod... but I need my iPod to clean... and it keeps on going and going in circles...

I guess I'll have to bust out/dust off the old CDs I have. Ugh---CDs---so much space waste with so little music-storage-capacity.

In the (sort of) words of Lupe Fiasco: [i-Pods] have saved MY LIFE."

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Mmm-mmm Vampires & Werewolves

Just in case you haven't seen this on E.T. or youtube, here it is.

Is it just me, or is that EXACTLY what Edward and Bella are supposed to look like?

Movie Trailer: 12.12.08 (Cristina's B-day!)




Behind-the-Scenes

I can watch these over and over and over and over.


Not too shabby Jake, not too shabby...

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Vampire or werewolf?? Edward or Jacob?? I can't decide!! Tell me what you think.

P.S. Re-reading the Twilight series to gear up for the new book coming out in 15 days... I just finished the 2nd one when I realized, with horror, that the 3rd book was with my aunt, Carol, 2 hours away in Long Beach. Had to make a Target run and purchase "Eclipse" for $13.37.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Just Do It Tracie~~~ 26.2 Miles isn't THAT long~~~

I figure the best way for me to actually do a marathon is to tell as many people as possible and to write it down so I see it every day and therefore can't shy away from it.

Goal: Run the L.A. Marathon on March 1, 2009.

I've already looked up a training program thanks to the Runners World website. (Program designed for runners who have never ran over 6 miles... that's me~~) I would have to start 16 weeks before the race, so I would start training the first week of November.

I figure training in Utah in cold weather will be good for my lungs and endurance and will make race day somewhat easier. If there is such a way to make running 26.2 MILES any easier.

It's a daunting task, but I will do it.

I really DON'T want to run it by myself. I'm trying to enlist Tawnie Dee McCaa to run with me, but so far, no good. Any takers? Jill? Brittany? (HA JOKE Britt) Kellie my sister? Bradley my brother? Anyone? Anyone? (Adrienne, I don't even know if you like to run, but you are exempt from my marathon draft... if it comes to that...)

Monday, July 14, 2008

Lonely Lucy; Put Ya Stunna Shades On

I love MSNBC's Photo Stories. Here are some I found today:

Lonely Lucy

"A terrier named Lucy looks over the side of a canoe as she waits to paddle back to her home with owner John Pharis Tuesday, June 24, 2008, in South Shore, Mo. Pharis' house is surrounded by floodwater from the Mississippi River, but has stayed relatively dry so far because it sits high up." (AP Photo/Jeff Roberson)

I couldn't resist this one (though I vehemently oppose dressing dogs up, Baby seems to be owning it):
Put Ya Stunna Shades On

"'Baby,' sporting designer glasses, participates in the pet costume contest held at the Roswell Convention and Civic Center Saturday morning July 5, 2008, during the 2008 Roswell UFO Festival. 'Baby' eventually took the 3rd place prize.(AP Photo/Roswell Daily Record, Mark Wilson) ".

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