holy smokes!: March 2007 Archives

today at the quilt shop where i go and sew... so much fun... i worked on a project that thomas asked me to do at 12pm.  thing is, it's an easy project and only takes a few hours.

anywhoseit... i was working on making a stuffed hippopotamus.  fabulous word in the english language, even better to hear a french child say it.  try it some time, i dare you not to smile with glee.  so.  while i was cutting out the pieces, some japanese women came in to purchase some fabric.

this is where i tell you that i wish i could speak japanese just so i can eavesdrop and know what they are saying.  one of them had her son who was all of three.  when he saw one of the finished hippos, he chattered with sheer delight and pointed and smiled and squealed.  continuously.  for 30 minutes.

his mother would walk away to be with her friends and he would follow her order to come with her (it seemed like that is what she was doing).  he would then come back, peek around the corner, and just squeal when he would see the hippo.  i don't know if he knew it was a hippo.  he may have called it something else.  but i couldn't help but smile.

no wonder hello kitty was created in japan.  the squeals these kids make is totally worth it.

i know that i wow you each and every time you read this.  let me astound you with my day.  please, sit down.  take a deep breath because what i am about to write is so profound, so prolific, so peculiar, it will rock your world.

nothing happened today.  i had the most boring day ever.

i knew you would be amazed.  i sewed for a bit.  but there was a time when i didn't hear a human voice for three hours.  i was starved for any form of communication.  words.  anything.  i had no tv, no radio, no computer.  there was no one to talk to.  and i finished my projects so i couldn't do anything else. 

how did this happen to me?  such an amazing life...

i just got blocked from looking at thingsmyboyfriendsays because the airport administrator proclaims it is porn.  yes.  porn.

somehow, i find this funny... and yet, not.

you know what is fabulous?  do you?  well let me tell you.

when you go to the office and you see a message waiting for you on the voicemail.  you hit play.  you hear a voice that sounds like your husband in a crowded room.  lots of voices.  then you try to figure out where he is.  and you listen in:

so there i was.  and there was like a bar overlooking the dance floor.  and you could tell that they were both getting what they wanted.  and they had both just finished.  that was the first time i had ever seen people having sex in a club.

he had accidentally dialed his phone while we were having a drink in new york.  nice.  happy monday.