Monday, July 18, 2005

Therapy

I've been slackin' off pretty hard in the blogging department. Here are some potential excuses. I was still full from my lunch triathlon, stressed out by work (it can happen), de-energized by the dollar-a-day plan, or too busy with the following activities:

On Thursday, I slept the entire day. Well, from 9 am to 3:45pm when I got up and found an e-mail from my friend, Bee, asking if we were still going hiking. We sort of have a hiking routine worked out, but we stick to it maybe one week out of the month. I can think of a total of 2 hikes we have taken. So naturally, waking up in the 90 degree weather and being a little unexplainably melancholy, I was not too eager in my response. She suggested we stretch our legs at the mall's sidewalk sale instead. I agreed and suggested DQ as well. Luckily you can still get a cone for a dollar there. I wasn't feeling too dilly-bar-y after my last experience. Anyway, I know this is how half the world thinks that girls are, and I hate to confirm their manly suspicions, but shopping with Bee was the perfect cheer-up session. We talked about what we will wear when we are old old and what these con-found-ed youngsters are wearing (or not wearing) these days. We enforced a shirts-only shopping rule because of our respective fat days. Bee said, whilst we ate our DQ, that you should wear striped pants on fat days, and I said, in between cone licks, not if your striped pants are too tight.

In the end, we decided on matching shoes. This is where the entire man universe and a few ladies who balk at being stereotyped produce a collective eyeroll. Matching sparkling shoes. Bee said "Shoes are the perfect pick-me-up". Retail therapy. I know. I never thought I'd say it either. Seriously though, doesn't it kind of make you happy to look at them? And when's the last time you were too fat for your shoes? On the way out, we met some band members on the Warped Tour. I felt bad for rushing by them, but we were in a hurry. At least I could've had them sign our shoes.

Here are some other highly recommended forms of therapy:

Visit Rocket and his very own handsomest man on the planet at the meat market.

Bake mass quantities of cookies for a Zimbabwe-fundraising bakesale with your friend who is kind enough to assist and volunteer their kitchen.

Watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (the oldie) in a schoolyard at night and witness a falling star (which is apparently just space garbage, but don't let that keep you from making a wish).

Witness Cuchillo and his impersonation of One-Eyed Whisman (aka Rocky the Rockhound). Then draw a picture of it later at work. Then wonder what the heck is up with his arm and ask yourself if you should not take some courses in human anatomy.

Thanks to my friends and their therapy.

5 comments:

** said...

a missions money raiser, an artist and a perveyor of fine shoes... you ARE too smart for your own good. i posted your gold star up on my site. i thought of going back and putting some lighting effects on it, but kept it simple.

erin said...

Justin, thanks for the star!!

Kater-Tot, of COURSE I will send you your FAVORITE cookies! I am always down for a private bakesale. I missed you so much at the movie. I was totally envisioning you there with us. Cody and I are driving to Spokane on Friday to see the new one in the IMAX theatre!!! Want to meet us?

:]

** said...

hey! glad you got to hear the audioblog. yeah, i've been listening to some of lance's latest audio stuff, and he's the only one i have to go by for the accent. when are you gonna do one?

** said...

two more thing

did i talk to fast in the audioblog? you're the only one ive gotten a response from yet.

i remember when i was younger, i used to want to move to montana... i think part of the reason was that i got caught up in the movie "A river runs through it". very cool.

much love sister

Lance Fisher said...

That's a fine drawing of the rock hammer. Good memory.