wonderingwoman

i almost died

i thought i was all sly and sneaky. i thought if we made it to target before noon we'd make it without passing out. i was wrong. i almost died. walking from the car to the doors of target produced dripping sweat all over my body. i felt all self conscious, looking around, wondering if i was the only one drenched. little, like the independent soul she is, insisted on walking on her own. i could therefore be heard repeating variations of the phrase "come on...hurry up...keep walking...we are going to melt, turn into puddles and die."

oh fresno!
i've lived in you all my life, so
why am i surprised by your heat?
every single summer
i feel as though i just got beat.
 
you'd think i'd have evolved by now.
but alas, every singe time it gets this hot
i totally have a cow.

im not gonna lie.
i think i might die. 

im so close

twice as fast, half the price?....im so close.

happy birthday america

so fourth of july is likely my favorite holiday. mainly because i love fireworks. i just think they're the coolist most funnest thing around. i think my birthday should involve fireworks.

its also my fav because its not a family mandated holiday. you're not running around from one side to the other making sure everyone gets their piece of your holiday pie. nope. just me and friends and really good food.

which brings me to the next reason i love the fourth. the food. no turkey to bake all day. no women all locked up in the kitchen all day long. just simple good ol' outside foods. its traditionally filled with bbq, watermelon, and homemade ice cream. nothing is better in my little world.

and finally, i love the fourth of july becuase its likely the least creatively named holiday out there. it is simply the statement of the date. why dont we just call christmas "the 25th of december"? its like by the time the holiday naming committee came around to this holiday they were plum outa ideas, they looked at eachother around the table and shrugged their shoulders as if to say "ive got nothin"....the fourth of july it is.

happy two-hundred-thirdy-second birthday america!

 

2am and i'm still lost

i was up super late again this time without the aid of legal stimulants. this time i was lost in the world of LOST. its taking me literally years to catch up as i have such a love hate relationship with this show.

ive never watched when its on tv. i watched most the first season on my ipod from itunes before little was born. i borrowed the second and third season on dvd. and i dvr'd the fourth season.

last night i watched the last four episodes of season three and then HAD to watch the first episode of season four to see what happens. if you watch the show you know this is a VERY BAD reason to continue watching episodes...you never find out what happens cus stuff happens but nothing ever happens.

at the end of each episode i shake my head as i mutter the name "jj abrams" with a hint of amazement and a lot of loathing. and i wonder why i keep coming back.

i've concluded its partly the car crash phenomenon, when you want to look away but cant. plus im in so deep now im cant turn back. but mostly i think its because as i watch i close my eyes and pretend im kate, locked in a love triangle between a dr. and a "bad" guy. oh yes, these two men are likely what keeps me coming back for more polar-bear-on-a-tropical-island ridiculousness.

do not not watch this film

the diving bell and the butterfly. is a beautiful movie. it came my way via the best movie recommender ever: rebek (aka: my 25 year old daughter). the cinematography is amazing. do not not watch this film. you will be much less cultured if you miss it. and its in french, so a little bit of readings involved, but i dont even remember it cus the film is just so amazingly done. i just bought the book too. 

wwjb?

just watched the documentary what would jesus buy? per the recommendation of my awesome brother-in-law. i in turn recommend it to you. hecka entertaining and gives you some stuff to think about. and thinkings generally something i try to do, but i dont know about you. a lot of people aren't into it so much.

third times a charm

apparently it is for kim....two pushes and the newest little miller girl came falling into the world sometime around 8am yesterday. i imagine kim saying something like "were done already?....cool"

7pound, 3ounces. thats all the number stuff i remember. the little ones perfectly healthy and cute. moms doing well. and dad, well hes brian. enough said.

as i was walking into the hospital i realized i didnt have any flowers or a pink balloon with a picture of a pacifier on it as a token of my congratulations. but what i did have was my camera. i am that friend now. i bring my camera instead of flowers. i hope these pictures of you baby girls first day on earth are an acceptable replacement for flowers.

littlest miller girl: may your infancy be filled with love and milk and sleep. may your childhood be filled with love and friends and a swimming pool. and may your adult life be filled with love and a ferocious belief in yourself and in god. welcome.

the chinese know best

tonight we had chinese. and with that we participated in the ancient chinese tradition of fortune cookies.
prior to their opening i designated a fortune cookie for each of the breathing beings in my home.

(click on the pictures to see the large version if you cant read the fortune)

little

me

java-the-wonder-dog

the t-man (opened in his absence, but highly applicable dont you think)

5 o'clock news quote of the day

i've been a little under the weather. this is my disclaimer for watching the 5 o'clock news. if i werent laying in bed sick as a dog i would never be watching it. but it was worth it cus i caught this quote about john mccain's upcoming visit to the no-town.

"the luncheon with senator mccain is $1000 per plate...but you can pay an extra $1,3000 and get a mccain lapel pin"

i commend the reporter for saying this with a straight face. girlfriend should play poker. the statement was so rediculous i did a double take to be sure is wasnt watching snl. it would really be the perfect line for weekend update.

watch it

i just spied this video on this dudes blog and had to share.
it makes my heart happy.
hope it happies your heart too.

check out dancing dudes blog at where the hell is matt?

if my hand could talk...

...she would tell you the black on my palm and fingers is from paint for my dining table project.

...and she would tell you the lime green, orange, and red are from the skittles i just grabbed with my sweaty hand and popped in my mouth.

...or maybe she'd say "hold me"

...or maybe she'd wave in greeting or salutation

...or maybe she'd curl all the other fingers down but one communicating either a job well done or a direction or anger or a number

thursday afternoon walk

 

 

four shots over ice, 11 hours later

3:00pm...enter sbux on this hot summer afternoon. sbux woman sees my confusion and offers assistance. i explain im usually a hot and strong drink girl, but given the temperature has gone above 90 i need cold and strong. i come away with four shots over ice, with a dash of milk and a splash of classic syrup

3:30...more coherent during social engagement (goal of drink purchase met)

6:00...leave social engagement

9:30...get home, put little to bed

9:45...put first coat of paint on old, but new to me table

10:30...neurotically decide to clean BOTH bathrooms, which i NEVER decide to do, though i should. I have NEVER cleaned the master shower/tub b/c i never use it. this cleaning involves harsh chemicals and an intense amount of scrubbing

11:15...watch four episodes of weeds season three. still not tired

2:00am...still laying in bed, but nearer to actually falling asleep and in awe over the power of four shots. despite my sleep deprivation i decide i will definitely get this drink again...but maybe in morning next time

sex and the city of clovis

last weekend we threw a sex and the city partay.

we drank cosmos, had some hors de ores and went to see the sex and the city movie.

heres some pics. most of them are of adrianna eating cupcakes, which were red velvet with little chocolate chips in them and do die for or to kill you icing that pretty much tasted like butter, but in the really damn good way, not the gross way.

thanks mama eropkin, my crackcake dealer, i love you with all the love in the whole cupcake world.

  

panhandling 101

i will begin with the disclaimer, i do believe he was drunk.
but alas, the disclaimer makes me feel no better.

here's the deal: rebek and i were entering tokyo gardens restaurant to check out some art during art hop last week. panhandling dude walks up to us and asks for some spare change...as im digging in my purse dude feels the need to make filler talk to seal the deal and makes this comment:

   

"you ladies are beautiful. let me guess mother (me) and daughter (rebek)"

my initial reaction was to spit on him, which i did not act on. out of pure shock i handed him the change in my hand and began to make my exit, but was stopped by panhandling dude who has the balls to ask:

    "you dont have any more than this?"

by this i am stupified as i reply: "you've gotta be kidding me you're asking for more money after an insult like that........no...thats all i have"

and before i know it panhandling dude attempts to make a mends by giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

strike three.

where did this guy learn to panhandle? i would think the first thing you'd learn in panhandling 101 would be: dont insult you're clients. i would think the second thing would be: dont ask for more money after you put your foot in your mouth...just bow out gracefully. with the third lesson being: dont hug and kiss strangers, its creepy and actually decreases your chances for more money.

i apparently, immediately blocked this whole event from my memory cus i didnt even think about blogging it until i read rebeks version of it on her blog.

but you tell me...could we be mother daughter?

(please note: if anyone responds with less than "oh my god, no, no, never" i may just...i dont even know, but it wont be good)