Saturday, March 24, 2012

day spahhh

It's been awhile since I've written.
Remember that accidental flood in my office way back when?
Well, the damage was far more extensive than at first reported.
In short, the building ended up being condemned and bulldozed.... yeh

The reason I haven't posted is because I was given some 'time off' from work... more like a time out!  Anyway, no paycheck meant no payments to my ISP, and thus no access to the internet.
While wallowing in self-pity and gelato at home, I decided to do a bit of Spring cleaning and came across an unused Fae Day Spa gift certificate.  The timing could not have been better!
Here are a few snaps from my girls' day out.

Here's my friend Astrid in the waiting area

This place is fabulous.  Each guest gets her own cabana for the day

First off we did the subzero deep freeze experience. There are no words for how shocked my system was.

Next we thawed in these heavenly sun beds

and I splurged for a tanning bed sesh

From there we took teacup naps, a custom my grandmother used to tell me about.  Faeries would snooze in teacups suspended from the limbs of tall trees in order to ensure safety from vicious mythic predators... such as tabby cats.

My aunt Arachnia had her nails done... all of them

Astrid arranged for me to have mine done... ummmmm.... thanks?

And this is what she chose for herself... yep


 even my niece Petunia got a Pixie Pedi

All in all it was a wonderful, relaxing day -- just the thing to get my mind of the office catastrophe.... Swell, I just reminded myself of it again!  Welp, I guess that means it's back to the spah then ;)

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

have a seat

the superbowl...
i already shared my thoughts with you in anticipation of that all American holiday, the [add booming baritone voice echoing here] THE SUUUUUUPERBOOOOOOWL....

what i didn't realize is that to the guys spectating from the comfort of their domiciles, there is something even more important than the snacks and beer... or score....

the chair

deciding who got to sit where was like a machiavellian musical chairs.... like pieces on a chess board all taking the place per their station.. or more like a king on his throne surrounded by courtiers... or i know... something out of The Godfather... with the don at center stage and the ranks of mafia minions seated according to clout

i was teased to the point of harassment concerning the sort of seating i would prefer.

"hey fairy girl... here's a nice comfy matchbox for you"... i can't even count how many people picked up a mushroom from the crudite platter and offered it to me as "a cute little toadstool... this is what you guys sit on... right?"

grrrrrrrrrrrrr

i've decided to let this blog post set the record straight.
yes there are a number of backwood fairies from the ozarks who sit in chairs like this








but i am an URBAN fairy
this is more what i am accustomed to in the way of tasteful and attractive, yet comfortable and practical seating



this belonged to a local merfamily



this is the aftermath of a prak we pulled on Punzel...
more on that another time




























and while walking in the city i have no problem going old school...

and relaxing in a lush pothole
Pothole Gardening by Steven Wheen
Pothole Gardening by Steven Wheen
Pothole Gardening by Steven Wheen
there... curiosity satisfied?
just wait till you get a load of the bathroom fixtures.. now THOSE are bizarre!



Friday, February 3, 2012

super bore sunday

i hate football
my boyfriend loves it
strike that
he LIVES for it
and nearly went catatonic when our local SF team was ousted from the carnage

i hear tell that one of the teams is called the GIANTS?  snort... snicker... i have friends who are giants!
believe me, these padded oxygen-chugging dandies mincing about the green bear no resemblance to the 40 foot moving mountains i know

i should make it clear that i am not adverse to watching sports
it's just that my idea of a nail-biter thrill-a-minute game is waterpolo

here's my favorite waterpolo athlete.  he's named Frodo Lives... his jockey is Javier

but alas... today's topic is that infernal game of clashing heads and spectator omniscience

here is a pic of my fae friend nolly and how she disposed of this year's superbowl sunday
she lives in another country, so her time zone is a couple days ahead of ours

there are actually a couple things i'll be looking forward to, come sunday
the bueller broderick commercial for one thing

and the noshing.. the noshier the better
here is what i'm looking forward to most







here is one food i will NOT be eating
buffalo wing cupcakes... eww!... what sacrilege

no, i much prefer these
maple french toast bacon cupcake!!!

merry sacred football reverence day friends
and remember... should your team lose.... i posted hangover remedies last week