the goods: tips

this, readers, is what comes of bad deeds.





a customer needed an early refill on his ambien, because, you know, he left it somewhere.  i hestitated, got the nod from the pharmacist, and went about my merry way clicking all of the OK buttons on the computer screen to fill his prescription afterall.  on a scale of 1-10 of annoyance, he was about a 2.  he wandered off, and i moved to the fill station to pour some little yellow pills out.

he came back, and i heard him tell the other tech, "i won the lottery!"  he then produced several twenty dollar bills, as he won the scratch ticket lotto game... and he was visibly excited.

"hey! want to share?" i asked him, ambien bottle in hand.

"if it wasn't for you, i wouldn't have waited around and won! buy yourself a coffee!" he shoved a $20 across the counter.

i stared at it, certain this seeming bribe would cause the karma fairy to come crap and vomit on my head.

"i can't. no, i can't do that. buy yourself something nice," i told him.

"NO!" he said, "i insist. please, it's all because of you guys. seriously. buy yourself a coffee."

after several back and forth "no" and "yes," he left with his prescription (paid for in cash) and the lone $20 on the counter called out to me.

i announced to the tech and pharmacist we could buy some amazing snacks.  visions of jelly beans, triscuits, and FRS galore danced through my head.

"no, i can't spend someone else's money," said both of them.

i contemplated how many cinnamon rolls $20 could buy for me alone-- briefly-- and then conceded to their point of view.  slowly, i withdrew a white envelope from our stationary drawer, and wrote "snack fund yum-yum-yum" on the front, and placed the cash inside.

enjoy, less greedy coworkers.

the goods: unexpected love

there's hope, right?

the goods: lusty lavender, sort of

on Friday night, I sat in my car in walmart's parking lot anticipating my next purchase: splat's hair dye kit in lusty lavender. I have been craving a change-- but wondered if bleaching my own hair would really accomplish anything. here's how it went.

the obligatory "before" shot:





for all you naysayers, there was a hint of black cherry dye leftover from before! look at these roots:





anyway, I suited up in my homemade shirt-protector:






combined the bleach and mixer stuff:





squirted blue stuff randomly on my head and covered up. I peeked every few minutes to see what was going on:






remembered-- again-- why I should not be allowed to do this stuff alone:






30 minutes, a rinse, and blowdry later revealed I was a frickin calico cat:




then the dye....





and voilà:






another shot from the real world:




not exactly lavender like I hoped-- but it's still fun. what do you think my next "crisis averted" adventure will be?

the goods: mudflap messages

on the way home from work, I drove behind a semi with "swift" on the mudflaps. of course, I thought of Taylor Swift and how awesome she is and how cool it would be to hang out with her and talk boys. and karaoke. and like, totally, try on all of her clothes.

the goods: random DVDs at the library

I usually browse the DVD section at the library just in case a current film happens to be there-- I mean, why pay $1 at redbox when I can rent for free? and then, there it was, "Dr. Quinn, medicine woman." ha!

new: cup of joy

this morning on my way to work, I stopped by starbucks to get oatmeal and a drip coffee. I paid for the car behind me too. I hope they enjoyed their free drinks!

hope you're enjoying the free things in life too.

summer day 83

went to art in the park today with Amy! haven't been in years. decided to park my car off garden street by my friend's house and ride my bike on the greenbelt the rest of the way. made it there in 10 minutes, pedaling my hardest so I wouldn't be late.

learned a bit about "art" today: 1) starving artists must not be that hungry afterall, judging from the shocking pricetags! 2) I cannot enjoy art when being jabbed in the side by a pushy mom or startled by the gorilla-like wails of a child or dodging disgusting dogs-that-border-on-squirrels. and 3) it's true that art is a very diverse subject...from delicate japanses vases to leather knots to giant squash-shaped blown glass pieces...everyone has their own talents and appreciates their own art.

after a more leisurely ride back to my car--and after stopping to take a few pictures of the river from the greenbelt, I arrived at my car to find the front right tire completely flat. like rim on the pavement. suck-ville. luckily my friend's husband and my dad were there to help me; I felt terrible for inconveniencing everyone. luckily, my tire decided to screw me while I was not driving on the interstate or on my way to work or something equally as devastating. so I'm looking for tires now. frick.

on the flipside, I had a good morning with my friend, ate some nachos and an icee, and bought a super cute reversable headband for $5.






but then I went home and cried into my pillow for a while.

summer day 73

today was the day of unexpected cute things.

this is at old navy. and I wonder if it comes in my size?




this is a spiral notebook at borders.





I didn't get a picture of the worn brown cowboy boots at famous footwear...strangely attracted to them.

summer day 7

My parents just got back from a road trip through Oregon, and this is the purse they bought for me in Grants Pass when they visited my grandparents.

a little special something.

as i drove into my apartment complex after dinner and a movie with friends (i saw "push"-- entertaining but by no means the best movie ever), i decided to check my mailbox. please don't tell my mother.


i hadn't checked my mail since i got home from visiting bobby in las vegas. i regard my mailbox as the messenger of andrea's financial ruin, since its contents often include bills, bills, and coupons to meal places i end up going to because i have a coupon.

(that's bobby and me. aren't we cute? yes, yes, please send compliments. thx.)

i drove up, parked, jingled my keys to find the smallest silver mailbox opener, jammed the key into the latchhole, squealed open the metal door of doom, felt around inside for paper contents, and then my finger nudged against a foreign metal object. i squinted in the dark since the light above the mailboxes is out (again, please don't tell my mother) and withdrew key #2 to the parcel delivery boxes.

my pulse quickened, my breaths became shorter and faster, and i barely contained a squeal that finally erupted after i plopped the large brown box onto my black airmchair.

quickly, i found a knife:

bobby bought me a betsey johnson watch the last night we were in vegas, and it had finally arrived!

i love the little bureau box with leopard print. i love the star shape. i love the sparkly black face. i love the skinny patent leather band.

i love that my boyfriend likes to make me happy even if he can't be here in person. long distance schmistance. i'm smitten.