Impressions of a Thursday

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Choco-Nilla coffee sounds really nasty, but is surprisingly good – all things considered. Those Dunkin Donuts folks are crafty, and yes, they are just my type.

Wellbutrin. I have decided to part ways with you, Big Welli. It’s been a good coupla months, but it was not meant to last. Me and the ‘Zac? BBF. Now stop fucking me up and move on out of the system, K?

I really like this Anna Nalick CD, I can’t say Why exactly, but I do. And my re-discovered Ben Folds Five (self titled) CD. Oh and the Beastie Boys Best of CD? Rocks my fuckin’ hizz-ouse. Or at the very least – my basement.

Will I ever really wear those orange tweed 3 inch heels? I mean, enough of a chance to cart them with me to Montreal? I know, right? Orange tweed – Dawn! With a shiny patent leather orange heel? This will have to be weighed heavily. Chance to attain shoe/outfit nirvana – or very real chance that you will never wear these. A question for the ages.

I hope my scrumptious new laptop gets here soon. I ordered it this weekend. Mama’s got a new toy, and this one doesn’t vibrate, but DOES have a huge ass screen and a kickin sound card…and lots of other features. Yummy.

June bugs. Honestly, you are not going anywhere by buzzing against my screens, except to skeeve me out mightily. Go do your June bug thing elsewhere. Please. Cause when I flick you away from the screen, you only come back and start buzzing again. Where are the damn bats when you need them? Makes me want to buy some non-organic pesticide and start spraying shit.

Oil delivery man…you scared the shit out of me at 7:15 a.m. this morning. Once again, I was coming out of the shower and you were opening the door to leave the bill for the oil. Thank god I had procured a towel, prior to the shower or once again the ta-ta’s would have had yet another unplanned viewing. Perhaps my boobs think they belong to Pamela Andersson and are trying to get out more.

New babysitter neighbor girl. Apparently, flashing a $20 in front of you at 8 a.m. to persuade you to watch my kid after school works miracles. I have child care for tomorrow afternoon!! Then I told you had you been able to do it today, I would have given you both $20’s I was holding. I have a feeling you will be clearing your schedule in the future in case desperate Mommy Warbucks shows up again.

Maybe power flexibility Yoga WASN'T the right session for you at 10 p.m. last night. That forward pigeon pose may have dislocated your hip. And now here you are, in 3-inch heels, hobbling down the hall.

I really, really love Bad Batz Maru. And the fact that I have my own chopsticks in my desk. This confirms for me my "I rock" status.











HAHAHA Old Man in the Bitchin Camero who passed me on the double yellow line and then had to stay right in front of me for the REST of the drive home. I have used my Camera phone to mock you on my Blog. You are now officially my bitch, although I am pretty sure that the "dumbass motherfucker" I yelled as you passed shocked you a little. I may look like a demure "professional" woman, but you are woefully wrong.


The Lupines are starting to bloom, and I love the way water looks on their leaves after it rains...


26 Baleful Regards:

athens said...

Those shoes would look great with jeans and a white sweater/turtleneck/long sleeved shirt. Maybe some chunky jewelry, but I haven't quite figured out how to wear chunky jewelry.

lildb said...

you had me at the tweedy deliciousness. those are shoes that deserve to be used in a champagne-drinking reference.

holy orange high-heeled madness, Dawn-lady.

sigh

Mignon said...

You Must Keep the SHOES! The sheer possibility of shoe/outfit nirvana is what will keep me coming back to this site day after day, if you promise to keep the shoes.

(I know, about Ana Nalick? That 2 AM song chokes me up every time about the boy being beautiful when he smiles. Good song.)

Fraulein N said...

Oh, those shoes. Those shoes. Please say they cost gobs of money, that way I don't feel so bad about the fact that they are there and I am here.

I am all for kicking some Wellbutrin to the curb. Now if I can just get my doctor to see the light...

lildb said...

p.s.? Ben Folds Five - ack! How did I forget them? I was making love to B.F. on my car stereo back in the day for months. Months.

tx for zee reminder.

Mommy off the Record said...

OK, everyone else has commented on the shoes so I gotta give you props for this one:

"my boobs think they belong to Pamela Andersson and are trying to get out more"

fricken hilarious

madge said...

Few things make me gasp audibly. Those shoes had Tugboat asking, "What!?! What happened?"

What happened? I saw those shoes.

Seriously. KEEP them. Or send them to another sick lady in Northern New England...

Mother Bumper said...

You will wear those shoes in Montreal. I love Montreal and it is the Paris of Canada (sounds gay I know (not that there is anything wrong with that) but it's true). Even the bag ladies are hip in Montreal. Those shoes will find a place in PQ as will you. I spent every summer there since I was 16 until I moved here (to Toronto). It is one of the most wonderful places in the world - especially to shop. OK - I'll stop going on about Montreal and just tell you - keep the shoes and your car phone photo SLAYED ME! You make me laugh!

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Jen said...

Take the shoes woman !

You'd look so chic walking down the streets of Montreal in a brown fitted turtleneck sweater, a straight brown skirt and those wonderful shoes !!!

Diana said...

Jen's outfit sounds great with the shoes..they sound like a keeper to me...
I have this pair of shoes I need to take a pic of just for you, I think you would appreciate the money spent for (so far) only one day of wear.

Andrea said...

Boy, that Yurly guy gets around. Saw his spam on another blog on my blogroll just this morning. Maybe he's looking for unplanned ta ta shots too? Could be.

I know little about shoes and even I got excited at the prospect of wearing those. Keep 'em.

Woman with kids said...

Oh my sweet heaven. I'm in love with your shoes. Your blog is great too, but the shoes! The shoes are the real heart of the matter.

C.ELLA said...

Your Lupines look strangely like Cannabis without the rough edges.

I love Montreal. Forget all the culture, beauty, and friendly people the toast rocks! Go to Eggspectation just for the toast with butter. It is heavenly.

diane said...

keep the shoes- or send them to me (if they are an 8 1/2). They are lovely.

And Mother Bumper is right about Montreal- fantastic city. So chic!

Lisa said...

PRetty flowers. LOVE the shoes!

oshee said...

I absolutely love the shoes. I say if you decide not to take them with you..you should auction them off on your blog. LOL
I also love the picture of the Camero. I love that your blogging instincts were so good you got a picture of him.

mothergoosemouse said...

I'm waiting for mama_tulip to spot those shoes. I don't even LIKE orange, but I'd buy a whole freaking outfit just to be able to wear those cool ass shoes.

And I love you even more for yelling "dumbass motherfucker" at that guy in his Camaro.

mama_tulip said...

You wear those heels? And you don't fall?

Really?

E. said...

The heels are sexy, but now that you have a picture of them, I'd say you can leave them stateside. I do like the orange tweed.

Stilettos for me are like cigarettes: they look sexy, but I could never wear them (smoke them). Like physically could not, in both cases.

Izzy said...

"Dumbass motherfucker"

You're a woman after my own heart, Dawn.

And maybe you could justify keeping the orange tweed stilettos if you promised to wear them at BlogHer :)

Elizabeth said...

Well, I know nothing about high heels, but I do know that without my daily Wellbutrin XL, I would be an emotional wreck. But that's just me...

Must look into Anna Nalick. And Ben Folds. Want to hear a cool story? Ben Folds was in town for a concert, and he and a bandmate had a taxi take them to a laundromat. When they got back to the taxi, the driver was playing a harmonica to pass the time. B.F. was so impressed, he asked the man to come to his show that night and to bring his harmonica. During the show, B.F. calls the taxi driver up on stage and asks him to play his harmonica during a song. True story. Pretty cool.

mommy on the verge said...

Love the orange tweed shoes, where them at BlogHer so people know who you are!

Marcie said...

Love the shoes. Love the way you flash the Jacksons even more. I need to try that one. Though for my four kids it's gonna have to more like Benjamins:)

Her Bad Mother said...

I have never been able to discard pretty shoes, regardless of whether they have been or ever will be worn. Pretty shoes are pretty shoes, and man, those are some pretty shoes you got there.

And Montreal is a pretty shoe town. I would move there just for an excuse to wear pretty shoes more often (if the aforementioned pretty shoes still fit, which they do not, because formerly pretty little feet became gargantuan during preganncy and have not returned to their pretty selves.)

Nancy said...

I do also like the shoes, although I'm not one who can navigate the world on stiletto heels of that size. (though if you can, I bet you look amazing in them!)

I love Badtz Maru also. I have a little tin full of notepapers with his visage. Makes me cheerful whenever I have to leave myself a reminder.

 
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