I Moved!

Well, it's official, I have moved into the new awesome apartment. I also decided to hire a decorator to help me put a really fancy new spin on the place. So my decorator came over yesterday after I cleaned the crappy place and bid the movers goodbye. OK so maybe it wasn't a decorator but it was Rachel and she helped push couches around, and unpack boxes while I whined about how my feet hurt and took a shower. We went to Target (of course) and bought a shit ton of stuff. We went to happy hour and came back to my apartment after buying about 64 oz of energy drink, to build and arrange the shit I bought. Turns out that one slip cover didn't fit, so back to Target and another full cart of stuff. At the end of the day though I have new slip covers, throw pillow, rug, comforter, shams, curtains, curtain rods, bathroom cabinet, mattress pad, three pillows, and a lamp that me and Rachel bickered over for a good ten minutes. The place is looking GOOD if I do say so myself. I unpacked for a while today but lost steam so I went on a walk and then came to a coffee shop to pirate wireless since mine doesn't work at the new place. Damn you Clearwire! Also today I had the extreme pleasure of finding out that I'm not the only person who loves Hall and Oates (I'm excluding Tar Tar for arguments sake), Mr. A Kane ALSO loves H&O. We quoted Rich Girl back and forth. A. Kane, (if you read this) may I just say that if I didn't already love to tremendously, I love you tremendously now. Anyone who adores H&O is good in my book.

OK, I think that's all I have for now, my coffee is almost gone and I need to read texts from last night, and go grocery shopping yet.

Bye Bye

Old lady update?

I bought:
1. Sustainable bamboo kitchen spoons
2. A fancy wine opener
3. A weird green knife (mild impulse buy)
And for free I got a vegetable peeler. Also I was the grand prize winner of the night and got 10% off my order. It was a successful old lady pampered chef party. Then today I went and matched slip covers to area rugs and throw pillows. Looked at pillow shams, duvet covers and BED throw pillows (way different than living room throw pillows). Then I went and started looking at beds for Sean Connery that would match the area rug and slip covers so that he would match the living room. Old as shit day number 2!

Identity crisis

I am not very old. I act like a very old person. I will hold long conversations about the interest rate on my savings account, lament the high cost of stamps, pay bills the moment they enter my apartment, I go to bed at 9:00 and get annoyed with people being "rowdy" in the parking lot at my apartment. Currently I am getting ready to attend a pampered chef party. WTF!!! However I do something horrendously immature pretty much every day. I feel as though I'm going through that awkward transition from being an asshole college kid to being a grown up. It's like puberty again, none of my clothes are appropriate, I constantly feel awkward, I turn to TV to try to understand how my age group acts, I don't know if I should be wearing a bra or not.

OK, I'm going to go turn off Billy Joel playing in the background and leave for my party, don't want to keep the hostess waiting!

Sleeping Naked is Green

So, some of you may know how I love to read. Others of you know that I'm a bit of a lazy hippie. Still others of you probably know that I'm on a huge Non-fiction book kick and I'm obsessed with quippy, quirky, sarcastic and sometimes self deprecating and insulting narrative accounts of random journeys for knowledge. Like cadavers, sex, assassins, going green and ghosts. Just to overly generalize a few of the last non-fictions that I've read. I'm starting to forget what I'm writing this blog about. Ah yes, quick reference to the title. The book I'm reading. The book is called "Sleeping Naked is Green" or as they refer to it in the book (and accompanying blog) SNiG. The whole premise of the book is that the author a girl from Toronto who is skeptical of the whole green thing changes one thing a day for a year. She makes jokes about the crap she does, admits when she cheats, and someone still manages to weave little stories through what essentially is a diary. It makes me giggle and has prompted me to make my recent google searches kind of embarrassing. Some of which include:
Composting toilets
How to make your own toothpaste
Green dating sites
How to make a cheap compost bin
Just to name a couple. Easily the most awful is green dating. Of which I perused two separate sites. Greensingles.com and veggielove.com. Gross. Also no one from Bellingham is on either site because Bellingham hipsters are way too cool for that. Which is precisely why whenever I get drunk and make a dating site profile I never put my photo on it. How atrocious to be recognized by someone I know.

Again I forgot why I started this entry. Um, read the book? Turn your own poop into an awesome way to feed your organic tomato plants? Which reminds me, I need to go get one of those metal cage things for my tomato plant which is growing like a weed and starting to tip over, it needs the metal tomato bra for support.

Also, my potential landlady was supposed to call me yesterday to set up a time to meet and sign the lease, but she never called, which I forgive as it was a holiday BUT I also need to notify my current place that I'm leaving by Friday and the super practical and completely skeptical side says don't tell them I'm out until I'm on a legally binding lease. Oh well, I've had too much time to sit around and stew lately.

OK, I'm going to put a picture on here so that maybe someone will read it. Happy July 5th everyone, who else was awoken several times by fireworks lighting off in your upstairs neighbors apartment (yes inside) and setting off car alarms!?!?

Happy belated America

Rodeo!

Yesterday I went to the Logger Rodeo. The rodeo is awesome just in the fact that it's a rodeo but here are OTHER reasons why it was SUPER awesome:

1. All the cowboys wear pink shirts (breast cancer awareness fundraiser)
2. Beer garden
3. Making friends with one of the business man cow milkers (bonus awesome point to this one, his name was Maynard)
4. Two EMS runs! - not awesome in the traditional sense, but both guys were OK which was def awesome
5. Text messages where my friends threaten to bury me with a back-ho
6. Proclaiming a performing family at the rodeo the "Osmonds of Rodeo"
7. The queen getting bucked off her horse
8. Cowboys
9. Tight jeans
10. Somehow all the Sedro-Woolley cowboys have southern accents ... I've never understood that
11. Meeting up with dudes from the rodeo at the bar haha, classy
12. That might actually be it

In other news, I think my upstairs neighbors lit off some fireworks inside, my ears are ringing ...

sleep texting

Sleep texting it like sleep walking but for lazy people who don't like talking on the phone. On Saturday morning I was having a very realistic dream where I wrote a check for $180. I texted my Mom not to cash the check I had just written her because I didn't want the $180.00 one to bounce. This was at 5:30 in the morning. We wrote back and forth like three times. Then I called my Mom later in the day and she asked me what the check was for. I had no idea what she was talking about. I have money problems in my dreams. For which I feel the need to text my Mom. This was the first time in weeks that I had a really sound sleep. Yikes.

I wish I was creative

I found a cool website. Well I didn't, but one of my favorite bloggers did! It's called Sleeveface, and it's three shades of awesome.

Also my pretty much favorite blogger ever can be found at www.j-walkblog.com

chikity check it

-Dirty Diana

Michael Jackson

OK, freakish? Yes. Abnormal? Yes. Most likely driven insane by his fame, popularity, media, and stunted maturity? Definitely. Complete and utter musical genius? Without a doubt.

Of course he freaks me out, and whatever he has done in his personal life I either don't want to know the truth about or would like to believe is just media hype. He's a weirdy that's for sure. However, he is an icon for hundreds of reasons and his music is legendary. I don't know if I'm really sad about it, but I am surprised.

I can distinctly remember dancing around when I was young in my parents' living room to Thriller. Amazing album. And I'm pretty sure I only listened to his Number Ones album for my entire Junior year of High School.

We have lost a legend.

I'm just not that into it

OK so here's the thing. Last Spring I was kinda seeing a guy. Then I was kinda NOT seeing a guy. Then I went to camp and still wanted to talk to the guy all the time but couldn't. Then I started wanting to order books online (along with various other things) so that I could get packages in the mail. The only mail that I ever got was from KJW and it was awesome drawings that I have until this day. So long story short, along with Chuck Palahniuk books, Twilight, and some vitamins I believe, I got He's Just Not That Into You. So I read it and there were literally chapters that I felt could have been headed "Hey Diana, this part is about YOUR life." Apparently my issues are universal, I thought I was at least cool enough to have original issues. Lame. So anyways, I read the books, thought "huh, OK" and pretty much put it out of my head. THEN THEN THEN, they came out with a movie. So I watched the movie and HATED IT! The book's message was basically, "hey be practical, don't listen to all those stories your friends tell you that are completely ridiculous, don't settle on guys that you are not really happy with." The movie had the same message until about the last three minutes and then they turned it around JUST like all over romantic comedies with the whole "never give up, he's out there, even that married guy you're dating will OF COURSE break up with his wife for you" bullshit. Good lord.

Shining point, Ben Affleck was HOTTT. Three Ts.

the crib!

OK, spoke to the landlord on the phone, I have until next Friday (the 19th?) to go look at the apartment and decide if I want to live there. I can tell pretty much unequivocally that I DO want to live there, but I suppose it makes sense to look at it none the less. She however ask me several semi embarrassing questions that make me an excellent renter,

1. Can you afford the cheap rent I will offer you?
2. Do you have a job?
3. Can I call since you may be lying about this job?
4. Do you live all alone with no room mates or LIVE IN BOYFRIENDS!?!?
5. Do you have any animals, which I countered with, CAN I HAVE A KITTY!?!? (The answer was yes by the way, except it can't be a tom cat that I don't "fix. My thought those was 'who the ef wants or even like tomkat, one's too short, and one's Katie Holmes)

So all in all pretty good convo. Now I just have to go take a peeksy and start packing all my shit. I hate moving and packing, so if anyone would like to volunteer to come up and help me move I would greatly appreciate it. I tend to pay any love birds who help me this way with loads of pizza and beer. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. Plus you can meet Sean Connery, or Sean-Con as Rachel calls him already. He will look like one of these little noodles:

Dream men

A small smattering of boys I loved in my childhood:

And yes, all of the New Kids, except that weird tall one, if I could cut him out I would have. Also Joey, I never really loved Joey, BUT all the rest ...

GAHHHH

So apparently my friend's landlady is "very interested" in me. AWESOME. You know that this means I'm just one step closer to have a kitten named either finlayson or sean connery. Both for either a boy or girl. THEN I can officially grow into an old cat lady AND watch it do really cute stuff like this:


or something like this:


Oh Sean Connery, you skamp

help

Dearest friendly other bloggers and friends who read this (Kelly),

Why are my images popping up so freaking giant, and not on the right as I specify. I tell it small and right, it shows up huge and center. Kelly, help me.

Kindest Regards,

Diana

lubbey?

Today I watched a clip from an episode of Gilligan's Island. The professor is hot. Also he looks a lot like Paul Newman. I then thought it WAS Paul Newman. I looked it up. It is NOT Paul Newman. This IS Paul Newman.

Paul Newman is hot.

The next episode of cribs ...

... may feature my potential new awesome pad. Let me just tell you some of the awesome amenities of my potential new crib:

1. One bedroom
2. One bathroom
3. One washer
4. One dryer
5. One ability to have a kitty
6. One commute that is longer by five minutes
7. One amount of seventy-five dollars more a month
8. One parking spot
9. One super hot upstairs neighbor
10. One super happy Diana

So, I have become aware of an apartment coming available at the end of July and it features many of the awesome things that I am looking for in an apartment. Mainly it has a washer/dryer and is hardly most expensive than what I'm paying now. Plus then I can get a kitten and start working on the life of being a crazy old cat lady. Sounds pretty promising I think. I already have a cat name picked out if it's a boy cat ... Finlaysin. Pronounced pretty much how it's spelled because I don't know how it's actually spelled. If it's a girl, I'm leaning towards Karen, like Karen O, or maybe Mrs. Butterworth. I like animals with people names and food names ... I'm a bit of a freak. So hopefully my friend who is moving out can get her landlady to let me move in. Time will tell eh?

Accountant Blog

Well, soon I will be blogging in a whole new way. A way that I literally never thought I would blog. Well in all honesty I thought that blogging was completely stupid and ridiculous up until, well probably a year after I had this blog. Now however, I will blogging about ... accountancy. Sweet deal eh? I'll be keeping you updated on IRS notices, job searches, QuickBooks classes, cute pictures of the dogs which I'm sure that I'll sneak in on accident on purpose. Should be an interesting little endeavor. After I've really established myself as a blogger about the ever fascinating world of crunching numbers and counting beans, and I've gained a really strong following, maybe I'll share a link here. Perhaps I'll even become a follower of my own blog. How lovely.

ah

Also with my baller lasagna I drank a bottle of wine and two busch lights. Woops!

I'm sorta awesome

I know that many people just read that title and said, "DUH," but you may be wondering why I am in fact so awesome. Let's be honest with ourselves, there are about 410 ways why I am so awesome (I have yellow shoes, I like weird books, I can whistle very well, I don't discriminate, just to name a few), but this post will focus on just the one. I am a vegetarian who is an amazing cook. Let's just break down a few of my baller recipes.

1. Cabbage salsa. A favorite on the east side and very very rarely (if ever) seen in Western Washington. You poor 206ers, 425ers, 360ers etc. etc. It's refreshing, vegan, awesome as a dip, a little salad and on or in pretty much any Mexican food.

2. Potato and black bean enchiladas, most recently made last weekend. Rice, jalapenos, roasted red potatoes, black beans, and lots of spiciness. Throw a little cilantro on top and you're golden. Or a little cabbage salsa...

3. Pepper and mushroom lasagna. It's just like my Mommy's except instead of sausage (yeah, the Duggans are baller, we don't even mess around with hamburger) I put peppers, mushrooms, onions, and crushed red pepper flakes inside.

Good lord, I'm a good cook. Seriously, why don't I have a boyfriend? Tell your friends how awesome. Their answer will undoubtedly be "DUH," but you can just throw this reason on top of the pile of other reasons.

Bang Bang

I've been saying church is crazy for YEARS. Also the south, the south is crazy.

LOUISVILLE, Ky. - A Kentucky pastor is inviting his flock to bring guns to church to celebrate the Fourth of July and the Second Amendment.

"We're just going to celebrate the upcoming theme of the birth of our nation," said pastor Ken Pagano. "And we're not ashamed to say that there was a strong belief in God and firearms — without that this country wouldn't be here."

Just kinda seems like a weird way to celebrate, maybe next they will hand out some small pox blankets and steal from minorities ...

Just saying!

Tar tar

I would like to take this opportunity to immortalize my dear friend Evan. A man amongst boys, and dancer amongst fools, a laugher in his sleep, a converted text messager, a level 14 wizard (maybe, I don't know his exact level), a celebrity at Yen Wor Village. A stranger took this video, a stranger who knows his shit about dancing. I must say that this is fairly indicative of his dancing though quite honestly he gets even better. Just another theme party night at Yen Wor.



Revere him, he is dancer.