Substitution

I've been thinking about babies non-stop lately.

If I get the promotion at work (meaning less travel), I'm adopting...a dog.

Just keeping the ovaries at bay.

Bullz

I think I should find a way to somehow incorporate Blingee into the communications portion of my job.

Roar!

I saw my ex for the first time since our breakup yesterday. We both spotted each other as we were about to cross each other in the crosswalk. Mind you, this is the ex who dated another girl concurrently, unbeknownst to me, for a year and a half. I've had revenge fantasties about the perfect quip to break out, but of course none of that planning came to mind.

What happened, though, was a deep and involuntary body reflex. I walked -- no, sashayed -- past him (having just done my hair and makeup, thank god) and SNEERED at him. I didn't realize how cold a look I was giving him until I saw him almost visibly jump back in fear. I didn't say a word, and that probably was the coolest thing I could have ever done.

On second thought, I take that back. The only thing that would have made the moment cooler was if I had walked past him and then waited until the very moment he passed me by, and then uttered quietly, "douche."

This awesome life moment was made even more awesomer by the fact that I had seconds earlier found a large denomination of cash, just sitting there on the ground.

A National Geographic Photo

Okay, so the title of this post is a bit deceptive, but I'm finally going to head to the National Geographic Building and visit their photo lab and get my slides developed.

I have slides that I took in the Sahara desert five years ago, and they've been sitting in a shoe box in my closet ever since. I let Wolf Camera scan one slide, and they scratched it, so I've been terrified to let anybody touch them since (and who knows if I'll ever make it back to the Sahara).

I don't know why I've waited to have them developed, given I've been here three years. Honestly, I think it's leftover immigrant guilt -- I find myself constantly putting off purchases, afraid there's someone else cheaper someone else, or someone else I should be spending my money on, or insisting that I can do it or make it myself (when in actuality I never, ever do).

There are a series of art and decorating projects that have been languishing in my apartment for months, if not years. I have the money and the time, so I've set a deadline for myself to have everything completed by the end of the summer!

I think you meant "gender roles"

Overheard: "just because their genders aren't typical..."

A conversation I want to hear the end of.

Calendar

I've been quite social lately. Today's calendar entry:

Drinks with [Friend], Trapeze Artist Extraordinaire

Despite my fear of heights, I'm taken by the idea of flying through the air (with a secure net underneath me).

Talking with a similarly acrophobic friend on Saturday, she said she was absolutely not, not under any condition, oh hell no, NOT joining us on our trapeze adventure. I told her that for some reason, the net comforted me -- it seems not too different from jumping around on a trampoline.

We agreed we'd be much easier about flying if only planes could fly with their own trapeze net underneath.

Fantastico

This weekend will involve a keg bus to Virginia's finest wineries and an 80s movie on the lawn of my neighborhood park.

Next week will hopefully involve a flying trapeze.