To stalk, not to salk

I'm a confessed blog stalker. But really, who isn't? However, then when said blog decides to go private I'm very annoyed. What!? They don't want strangers looking at their blog? Whatev! So I thought I'd share a few of my new favorite victims. I stalk these in the name of things creative.

V and Co.

The Kingston Lounge

Aaron Lifferth's Painting a Day

yeah, i've got it pretty good

Rachivus March 09 commenced with a sisters weekend to Moab. And like any appropriately fabulous road trip, it entailed sufficient laughing, eating, eating some more, and random phrases such as: "Here, these are the ones that didn't touch my butt." and "Peach flatulence." There's a backup story but it's probably best that you don't ask. We even played ultimate tourist by getting matching ankle bracelets and taking pictures in front of the Moab sign.

The weekend rounded out with my 6th Anniversary. More and more I realize that we really are a good match. And, who else would put up with us but each other? Jeff knows me so well and is so good to me. Even with the random things, like letting me know that I should chuck my comb in the garbage because our contractor used it (ahhh!) and warming my car up for me in the mornings. And no one finds our twisted humor as funny as we do. Jeff's sweet-hearted sister once said that she wished she could be a fly on our wall to see what we're like at home. While it's probably best for her sake that such things don't happen, I must say that I've definately got it pretty good.

My ultimate demise

Artist Edgar Gorey brilliantly chronicled the Gashlycrumb Tinies, showing the "end" A through Z.

Unfortunate but true, I have a talent for drowning on dry land. Therefore, I've found my chapter:

R is for Rachel
Lost to a lazy epiglottis,
R is for Rachel
Who suffocated on spit.

Now, if onlyit were a lovely illustration.

1-801-GONNA-SCREAM

If I hear the ridiculously loud, three-toned "you screwed up" chime from my phone one more time, I'm going to go deaf! Yes, I am petty enough to complain about dialing three more numbers to always include the area code. Not to mention the fact that the phone number song used to teach preschool children their phone number does not accommodate an area code. How are they to know their area code? I'm going to lose it, but really, I'm only thinking of the children.