I bought a chair.

Disclaimer: beauty is in the eye of the beholder.


And I behold that this chair is beautiful (in a slightly hideous way). What can I say? For some reason, I have a love for interesante furniture that is made circa the nineteen seventies.

Some of you may or may not believe that furniture from the seventies should have stayed in the decade that they came from, this chair being no exception. But I'm glad some of them do survive.

Noni and I stumbled upon this little beaut at Saver's last week. I couldn't pass it up. The pattern, the fabric, the color, the comfort, the price! Its the perfect chair to last for the college years. There was a sofa in a matching print, but I am not yet able to make such accomodations. It was sad to split the set up. (Sorry guys--- when Ken and Mal helped us move the chair the next day, an Emily had already snagged the couch.)

So there you go. I am the proud owner of this chair, my first furniture purchase. Hideous or not, I love it!

Produce is the answer.

Brown and I were philosophizing late last night and it occurred to us: Produce is the answer. On so many levels.

Seriously. Lets talk about the benefits.

Glowing skin, antioxidants, healthy bodies, boosts your immune system, gives you energy, lowers your risk of heart disease, strokes, and cancers... The benefits go on and on and on. Your body will love you for eating your 5-a-day combo servings of fruit and veggies.

The benefits aren't simply health-related. When we came up with this mantra, we had no idea that we basically foretold events that would happen the very next day. I mean, who knows who/what the produce section at Macy's will hold? Right, Brown?

Say yes to slow food and no to the fast stuff. You will be happy.

Funk is the problem and the solution.

Definitely the theme of the Seattle trip. Funk. (Props to Wayne for the great mixes.)

Well... if it wasn't funk than it was food. Either way, we were set to jet.

Here are a couple of gems from the trip:


My team. They showed up in Seattle at the Folklife Festival. Don't you fret: they have a website.


This is my favorite picture of the group. Mostly because we are all eating in it, as per usual. We ate our way through Seattle and loved every second of it.

Please pay attention to the man on the left (thanks to Elise for being a decoy). One of my favorite things about big cities is that you can dress however crazyweird you want and you'll look more normal than 80% of the population. Seattle was no exception. This little photo helps to display that fact beautifully.

Nine hundred miles.

Please bless that today is filled with zen and serenity and fun and safety.

And also friendship.

I love roadtrips.

She's huge but she's hilarious.

That's what one of my bosses said to me about my only co-worker.

It's really true though. That's the best part.

Boss-lady is frank about most situations and has no problem speaking her mind. She also loves action films and a good gossip sesh. She is determined that I will meet my husband through work. After all, that's how it happened for her daughter.

My other boss gave me a warning that said huge but hilarious co-worker (who shall hereafter be called HBH) is "excitable, so be prepared for that." Yesterday, she actually told HBH that she was "getting all red in the face" and that she needed to "drink some water and go to the bathroom." Mrs. Boss has a smoker's rasp and calls me "honey." She can't handle new technology (and yet her favorite new flick is Star Trek). She about fired me because I couldn't remember if I had actually ever used a typewriter before. We have to use handwritten, carbon-copy receipts for all transactions in the office.

But I'm not complaining... C. Cove's filing system is why I have a job. So bring on the ledgers! I can make a hand-written account like nobody's business.

There will be more to come on HBH. Don't you fret.

BAND-AID(E).

I should have been born in the seventies. For the music, the style and clothes, the excitement...

I think I would've loved it there.

P.S. Did you know that Cat Stevens changed his name to Yusuf Islam, but his birth name is Steven Demetre Georgiou??? I know, kuh raise eee. Check this out.

No, excuse me.

There was a man in the women's restroom last night. Uh huh, a man. A buzz-cut, basketball shorts-wearing man.

Instead of high tailing it out of there or hiding in the stall till he heard everyone leave when he realized he was in the wrong bathroom (what I would mos def do), he saunters out of the stall with an "excuse me," while my roommate and I try not to awkwardly stare at him as he washes his hands.

After he left, we had to double check that we weren't in the men's room. Luckily, I have amazing deductive reasoning skills and assured everyone that the lack of urinals could only mean one thing.

I'm pretty sure that he was a little bit crazy. Or a creeper.

It was hilarious.