Sprizee :: A simple girl replete with complications

Packing up and out.

Packing up and out, originally uploaded by sallysimpleton.

Yep, the camping trip got cut short when it started to rain around 10 PM on July 4th and didn't let up all night or the next morning. One person in our group got flooded out of his tent and ended up moving to his car in the middle of the night. No bueno. Of course now it couldn't be lovelier weather out there. Oh, and I didn't make it to the ocean. Now I'm really jonesing to get out there even more.

Gone camping.

It's currently thundering overhead.  Cross your fingers that I don't die.  Or at least get struck.  By lightening.  Ouch.

This month being June I'm really into...

...new earrings, Getty's annual celebrity guest chef night at Farestart, munching on Skillet goodness, playing Seattle tour guide (SPL represent!), going to the park to play on the swings, not showering (while camping), James Morrison's You Give Me Something, first CSA farm share of the year (farm fresh radishes! lettuce! cilantro! strawberries!), the Seattle Architecture Foundation tour of art deco treasures, Richard Preston talking about people with "the self-destructive gene" on NPR, lazing around in the backyard like a cat drunk on sunshine and rediscovering Franz Ferdinand's debut album. 

Netflix is getting rid of seperate queues.

What the fuck?  This explanation simply doesn't make any sense.  I've been a huge Netflix advocate for years but now I'm seriously considering taking my business elsewhere.  There's a Blockbuster just down the street and it would be nice to be able to just go there on a whim and pick something up and/or do the mail in thing.  My advice to Netflix?  Don't try to outsmart a smarty.  Either own up to why you're really getting rid of the cool individual profile queues or bring them back.  You know what?  JUST BRING THEM BACK.

I wonder what the stuff you forget says about you.

Can we step back for a moment here so I can recount just how smart I am?  Okay good.  So last night I showed up at the University Bookstore to hear Sam Goslings talk about What Your Stuff Says About You.   I wasn't planning on buying the book but I found what he had to say so compelling I grabbed a copy and stepped in line to have him sign it.  Also, it didn't hurt that he had a charming British accent.

The two ladies in front of me were super obnoxious.  When he asked them if he should include their name one replied with, "Write something pithy!" and the other one replied with, "Write something witty!".  Ah, how charming of them, right?  Be funny...1, 2, 3, go!  I leaned forward to see what he was actually writing and it was just that, "Something witty, Sam Goslings".  Ha, suckers.

Anyways, I was up next.  I didn't even have him sign my name.  I was good with just a signature.  This will be important later in the story.  I think this is what folks call foreshadowing.  (No, actually this is what folks call bad storytelling.)   So I walked downstairs to checkout, buy my book, getting my parking validated and get the hell out of dodge because it was past 8 PM and my stomach was starting to rumble. 

I get up to the front counter, and that's when I realize this huge purse I'm carrying which holds my umbrella, my hat, 2 scarfs, 27 gift cards to places I never go, 3 tubes of lip gloss, my mileage log for business trips, my bus pass and 3 iPods is missing on key item.  My wallet. 

So then I had to put the book down (good thing it didn't have my name in it!), walk out to my car and explain to the parking attendant smarty pants forgot her wallet at home.  His response was, "you owe $3".  So I had to review the whole not having a wallet thing with him one more time. Apparently I'm not the only one whose elevator doesn't always make it to the top floor.  So that made me feel slightly better.  But not good enough.  I still want that book!  Fascinating.

If I were a tree, I'd excel at procrastinating and letting things go unsaid. Wait, what?

 

Your dominant hues are blue and magenta. You're the one who goes to parties but doesn't quite fit in at every one. You're a little different and that's okay with them, and it's okay with you too.

You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen.

Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

What color are you?

(I have NO IDEA why my 500 pixel image isn't displaying properly or why the category I posted it in is showing TWICE but it is REALLY ANNOYING ME. But not enough to troubleshoot the cause or fix it. Just enough to bitch about it here. Yep.)

Fill your life with joy and wonder.

When's the last time you walked to your neighborhood park to swing?  Uh huh.  That's what I thought.  You should totally do this.  It's been far too long.