it's time for mesico, people!

the countdown has begun. only 3.5 days until we leave for a week in playa del carmen. i have yet to:
1) lose 30 pounds
2) get more tan than a sheet of notebook paper (them blue lines are like my lovely spider veins--hot!)
3) wax my 'stache and brows (FORGET ABOUT ANYWHERES ELSE, sheesh!)
4) reserve a rental car
5) check the weather for the week we're there
6) begin taking black walnut tincture to prevent beach-ceviche-gastrointestinal-apocalypse version 2.0
7) return my overdue library book and secure beach-read
8) sync my ipod with fun new podcasts
9) try on swimsuits to ensure any of them fit--not likely
10) convince my husband not to take the computer and be tempted to work while on the beach. though, i plan on nursing a beer buzz 24/7, so what do i care?!

ok. lots to do and i'm here at work! craziness.

stuff and more stuff

I loved the movie Amelie. I liked how they had the voiceover dude explain what Amelie liked and what she didn't. My favorite was how she liked dunking her hand into the barrel of lentils. Here's my little list of things i like and things that make me want to claw my ears and eyes out.

I love:
-flavored coffee. More often than not, a variation of vanilla nut. Mmm. Chemical coffee.
-the furminator. it's like a science experiment. exactly how much brushing before there's no kitty left? no matter how much we brush, there's always another wad of hair!
-leather car interiors. smell so GOOD!
-the feeling of my nails on my lips. sounds erotic. it's not. believe me.
-when my nails extend at least 2 millimeters above my finger tips (see previous)
-food, especially baked goods
-catching a whiff of my clean hair.
-a full tank of gas and no traffic.
-falling asleep with the tv on.
-clean sheets and a buzz.



I HATE:
-toenails scratching me: my own, my cat's or my husband's. CLIPPERS, people. check em out!
-the sound and feeling of pushing a shopping cart over asphalt. It reminds me of when I was a kid rollerskating on the street. I hated it then and I hate it now.
-quiet. i need noise and distraction. can never be left with my own thoughts and feelings. could be darker and uglier than i'm willing to explore.
-smelling other people. walking into someone else's cloud of funk makes me wanna hurl.
-driving. i'm over it. i've been doing it 20 years and i've had enough. sadly the previous point makes me reluctant to explore public mass transit.
-close games. they're supposed to be "good", but i prefer a blowout every time. 72-0? i can drink my beer in peace without tearing up my cuticles to bits.

fun!