One of my perks

If you think that the title of this posts means that it is yet another where I drone on about my boobs you're wrong! I'll do that one tomorrow if I have time.

I didn't really get a raise this year, and they're not paying for my internet during the conference (no really education company not paying for internet so I can do school work, go figure) but let me just give you peak at my amazing hotel room...



Green silk pillows. Along with the rest of the art deco decor in the room these are still really the center. Though I have a wing chair in the same color, the pillows really make the room. Tomorrow night after on my way up to the room I plan to stop at the bar downstairs and get a far too expensive drink and lay on these pillows.

New Blog Up... Not at a Full Run Yet, Though

Y'all... hey! You need to get used to that one, now that I'm moving South. Anyway...

Y'all... just wanted to let you know that the blog I've been planning on establishing is, officially, established. It won't go into full swing until Summer, after the move, but I may have a post or two to put up between now and then. And so, without further ado, I present you with:

Dr. V @ PBSG

The adventure is about to begin...

Meetin' time in the city.

Time for the big meeting! Woo!! Nothing like 2 straight weeks of work with no break! I'm all packed and ready to go! See you crazy kids on Tuesday!

Wlonc ond Wingal, Back on Track... Again

Just an FYI. I'm realizing how important it is to have a place to vent. Conveniently, I already have one! So I'm back to using it. Yo.

The Shoes I Am Wearing

An agreement made long, long ago... in the Before-time. Can't really remember the why or how, exactly, all I know is that I have paid off my bet and Jenny is now in a position to buy her damn shoes.

And I didn't even have to resort to prostitution. This time.

But if Jenny gets shoes, shouldn't I? Shouldn't I, too, mark this occasion with foot candy? After much consideration (which is to say virtually none, for who really needs to give long, drawn-out consideration to the act or necessity of buying shoes?), I decided a major purchase should be made. And the best kind of purchase, too... the totally impractical kind.

Meet Arturo Chiang's Vintage Copper Snake Iman:









Aren't they beautiful? Regularly $110.00, but I got them on a little bit of a sale... and then an additional 30% off. I have spent entirely too much time admiring them and will be searching for excuses to wear them... not much call for flashy four-inch heels in the average college classroom, but I'm sure I can rationalize them at least once before the end of the year.

One problem, though: the care instructions say to keep them away from intense heat... and we know I'm almost entirely composed of hotness. A risk worth taking, however... because these are friggin' gorgeous.



I expect a similar post from Jenny. *ahem*ahem*ahem*

PSSWR: NCBC

And so, this Friday, Wingal and boobarella are going to get on planes and have a little weekend excursion/adventure/mischief. We wish you could all come with us. Wait.... no... actually, we'll be fine without you. In fact, it's possible we'll both just be in each other's way. But we're going to laugh and smile and drink and expose our mutual paleness in swimwear and come back with lots to say and nothing to report. Hmm...

Hope your weekends are all equally vague.

Things I had forgotten about childhood and other sundries.

I sadly have not dropped off the face of the earth, I've just been assembling baby furniture. I somehow failed to recall despite the very long and shared experience of assembling that Barbie Corevette with my sister years ago that most childhood items seem to have "some assembly required". The good news? The good news is that most assemble it yourself furniture now comes with it's own allen wrench and bolt tightener. What they don't seem to have is the plethora of batteries it takes to make each thing do their "thang". Yes, I just finished assembling one item that require 3 C batteries only to assemble another item that need 2 AA and 1 D battery. It's a conspiracy I tell you! I just know it is. Just like I know I'm going to get a nasty note from the recycling guy telling me I can't put anything larger than a pizza box in the recycling including a pizza box, because that actually goes in the compostable bin because it has food on it. And yet they take yoghurt and milk containers in the recycling. I don't actually see the difference, but apparently there is one and they monitor those cans pretty closely. Have I mentioned yet that my garbage is actually full of packing foam and I haven't even emptied the household trash yet? No? Well, it is. Worse yet, last week the homeless woman who uses our library to watch videos asked me if I was just fat or pregnant. I wanted to ask her if her unusually large forehead was natural of just plastic (because it looks like plastic or rubber and it's why we call her "forehead lady"). Since I've only managed to gain 20 lbs I don't think I look fat and I'm now less inclined than ever to help her find her stupid Russian ballet videos. The toad. Not to mention my work just hired back the woman I replaced to replace me while I go on maternity leave. This does not make for a comfortable situation if you ask me. Suddenly everyone seems to want my low paying menial job. Fan-tast-ic. However, I'm pretty sure she was let go for incompetence/personality issues and just couldn't hack it at an academic institution because the day she gave her two weeks notice they told her to pack up her stuff and leave and then posted her job position all in the same day. Sounds fishy, n'est pas?

Anyway, I'd attach a clever picture or something to this post, but my internet is down at home AGAIN and Mr. Fix-it doesn't seem concerned enough to do anything about it despite the fact I need it for many things like my weekly medical appointments. Oh no, he's too busy building a pull out for the t.v. that's going to fall over in the first earthquake we have and kill me and our child. He spent a whole day on that. A whole day, and yet there were so many other things he could have been doing like, finishing painting, or putting his clothes away, going to goodwill and dropping stuff off, but no...he set up the two new t.v.'s he just had to have. I didn't want either. So I bought a lamp. HA! Take that! Stupid t.v. is too big for the cabinet anyway. Too big for the room. Too big for me. Piece to total...well you get my feeling on that particular subject.

Mean while, Muni has been oddly reliable and an unusually polite experience of late. Go figure.

Chatstravaganza, Part Two

Wingal: Dude, would you really do that in Gum Drop Lane?

boobarella: all the fuck over gum drop lane

boobarella: on the gumdrop palace

boobarella: and the tutti fruti trees

boobarella: in the licorice river

boobarella: on the chocolate bench

boobarella: lol

boobarella: I'm fuckin' matt damon

Wingal: LOL

Wingal: You'll get sugar all over your ass.

boobarella: consider it traction

Wingal: Nice.

boobarella: If the Candy Land King isn't home we'll do it on top of the candy cane table

Wingal: Um... are you talking about you and me now?

boobarella: LOL!

boobarella:

Wingal: I love it.

boobarella: really

boobarella: it never gets old

Wingal: No, it really, really, really doesn't.

My new favorite wine...is me.

Such a beautiful night here. The moon is almost full and the lake is dead calm. Not to cold out but you can smell the fireplaces (yes the city does have a few if you can believe it). A cool night like this calls for a sexy wine and this is my new favorite.

A new house wine maybe? Very simply, it's called Monastrell No1 2007 ($12) and it is 100% Monastrell from the Valencia region in Spain. It is a beautiful garnet color with a deep purple ring and a dark moody taste like me. There's plums and coffee and black berries. It's a full bodied and kinda complicated wine.

Holy crap, it's the wine version of me.

There were only 1500 cases made for U.S. comsumption, so get it before you find it taken by that old guy in the english department who has a prediliction for young women..err, umm I mean young wines.

So if you were a wine, what would you be?

Chatstravaganza

Wingal: If I hadn't acted half-lesbian on your comments, NONE of this would be happening.

boobarealla: well yes

boobarella: and see we are powerful

boobarealla: when we get together you get a piece of ass

boobarealla: wait

Wingal: Wow. It's true. This is proof.

boobarealla: that sounded odd

Birth of a Vixen

Y'all. So, we know that Wingal has a new gig that's taking her to new digs in the East. We also know that her Brigadoon is just begging to be blogged once she arrives there. And, judging from the general state of her life at the moment, it's very possible that the Margarita Girls' newest Vixen is going to be reborn in so many other ways that will require recording. Like a caterpillar into a butterfly, our girl seems to be coming into her own lately in a very powerful, compelling, and perfect-for-the-blogosphere kind of way.

Thus it's time for a new blog and a new blog identity. She is open to suggestion. Er, suggestions. Let the crazy begin.

Goople-Gopple!

I nominate Reese Witherspoon as an honorary Midnight Margarita.

boobarella and Wingal: Textravaganza!

boobarella: Am retard & now watching the bachelor in emergency room...now brain hurts. (Mon, Mar 2, 7:31 pm)

Wingal: WTF?! Are u ok?! (7:32 pm)

boobarella: Brownie accident. Brownies won (7:33 pm)

Wingal: I am so confused... Did u use the bread knife again? (7:35 pm)

boobarella: Nope...steak knife this time. Stabbed my hand, am tard (7:40)

Wingal: OMG! Not too bad i hope? Not going for stigmata? Ripped like jesus! (7:43 pm)

boobarella: Not too bad, just kinda deep. Also need shot b/c brownies cause tetanus (7:46 pm)

*****

boobarella: Dr way hot... hot hot hot (8:30 pm)

Wingal: Is he single?! Say something about how good u usually are w/ ur hands. (8:33 pm)

boobarella: I asked if I could take two pinot noirs for pain...i think he thinks i meant glasses (8:35 pm)

Wingal: Well he doesn't know u honey... He's not our kind. (8:37 pm)

boobarella: He is cute thus he is our kind (8:39 pm)

Wingal: Throw a bag over him and come visit me. I'll make the brownies. The special ones. (8:41 pm)

My Wedding album is lacking.

Why isn't there a picture like this in my wedding album??

A Merit Badge

Happy Valentines Day!

CONGRATULATIONS WINGAL!!!!

Sometimes you need a good bitch.

Hey, it's not the best but it's not bad either! So go out, and buy a case of Bitch!

The Wingal Top 5 Songs

A/k/a, "How I'm not as lame as boobarella."

Granted, mine are off of my iTunes generally, not off the ol' iPod. And it doesn't look like the song in the Number One slot is going to be usurped anytime soon. But anyway...

1. Hysteria - Muse
2. Creep - Radiohead
3. Force of Nature - Lenka
4. Snowfall Kind of Love - Ingrid Michaelson
5. Toxic (Live) - Tristan Prettyman

While I'll admit that "Creep" is somewhat of a wrist-slitter and that "Snowfall Kind of Love" ranks as sap, the other three songs pretty much only serve to prove that Wingal wants to get laid. And there ain't nothin' wrong with that.

Much else to tell with my life... there will be a posting soon, in the next day or two. Cheers!

Upstate: It's like Deliverance on snow tires

"Was there a mouth breather convention in Ithaca I did not know about?"