My dad emailed me this photo over the weekend. He wanted to post it with a comment but wasn’t sure how to do that, so he requested I post it for him.

This is the Trixie we all know and love.

That is pretty much exactly how I still dress.

by Taylor:

By Jeremy:

More in Coco’s photostream.

I was going to write a more lengthy, heartfelt post but I think this picture says everything already.

You both are missed dearly!

(ps. how great are my grandma’s sassy shoes?)

Paws Adorable, originally uploaded by smooth_d.

While technically not Caturday as it is Sunday, that didn’t stop Spaz from taking every opportunity to relax and snooze. She was busy doing that, so I was busy taking pictures.

More paws.

And still more paw!

Nose.

Nap time!

The rest on Flickr.

New Eyelashes, originally uploaded by smooth_d.

So, here are the new eyelashes. Please ignore the fact that I need an eyebrow wax. I know. I’ve been meaning to blog about them for a week now but I’ve just been so busy. Between transferring Overheard to WordPress, which was only mildly successful and still in progress, finding the perfect base template and redesigning it, trying hard to squeeze in MetroMix stuff into every free moment, random side projects, dealing with my Condo Association B.S., sleeping, eating and pooping, I’ve barely had time to do anything else. Oh, except go out drinking and catch a couple good movies.

Coco and Jen are happy to be drinking, originally uploaded by smooth_d.
The highlights of past, present and future:

-I think I got a drink named after me down at The Strip Club. Originally suggested Angie Bee, because it’s based off the Honey Bee, I may go back and suggest Smooth Dee. That was Jeremy’s idea. It’s a delicious, delicious drink.

-The Association stuff seems to be turning around and I may not actually have to commit myself into the loony bin. I don’t want to get into too much detail because it’s boring, confusing and always gets me worked up to talk about the crappy parts. I also don’t want to jinx it all by talking about it.

-The eyelashes, of course. They’re fabulous. Thanks, jeNC17!

-Martini Tour at LoTo tomorrow with Lesley who has moved to St Paul recently to class up the joint.

-The Wicker Man at Bunny and Coco’s last night. It was amazing and hilarious and crazy and stupid. I loved it. Almost as much as I loved the pretzel and marshmallow wicker man center piece, which I didn’t eat because marshmallow? Mm-Mm. No.

-It hit 41 degrees earlier this week.

Some lowlights of past, present and future:

-It hit -4 this morning. Hey, winter, we get it but we’re over you now. At least lend some consistency to your madness. Teasing us with 41 before slapping us with -4 is what drives people to do crazy, crazy things. Like, defiantly wear a skirt sans tights this morning. WTF was I thinking?

-The Association stuff. What’s the good if there isn’t a bad? I don’t like being underestimated because I’m female, being conned (or attempted, anyway) or not being listened to. If I tell you not to call me during my work day, I don’t really see why that’s so hard to follow. Not before 5pm on weekdays does not mean at 9:30 every morning. 8:15 on Sundays is also listed under Unacceptable.

-Speaking of… Association meeting tomorrow afternoon. It’s going to be a rough one, followed by dinner at TSC and aforementioned martini tour.

-Had drinks with the big brother the other night. Learned interesting news. I know this is probably along the lines of “tattling” (oh boo hoo) but perhaps my father should brace himself for that phone call. It involves a Uhaul. Who knows though, perhaps my lecture, berating and disappointment changed his mind. Doubtful though, because I tend to not know what the hell I’m talking about.

-We’re preparing to have the rows of cubicles moved closer to each other to make room for more rows. Our comfortable 10 feet or so will be reduced to about 4. Holy moly. Four feet? I can smell your socks from that distance, and listen to your phone conversations, and now there will be no buffer between me and the baby with the smelly diaper you’ll probably bring in.

-My dishwasher is not draining. This is probably the worst of all, because I’m handwashing my dishes and now I’ll have to waste an entire afternoon waiting on a repairman to show up in the 8 hour time frame I know they’ll give me only to tell me they can’t fix it that day, or something. And then charge me my left leg for it.

So, there’s that.

On the plus side, it’s totally Friday today and I’ll have a three day weekend next week. Woo.

Valentine’s Day Flowers, originally uploaded by smooth_d.

One of the beautiful flowers in the lovely bouquet that my adoring boyfriend got me for Valentine’s Day. Aw.

Hey, I see you gagging yourself. Knock it off.

This is the greeting at the gas pump at Mike’s Downtown on the corner of Robert and 11th in St. Paul. The $50 I spent at the pump and the below zero wind chill I endured while completing this transaction are testimony to the contrary. But thanks anyway. Perhaps they should follow that up with “…SOMEWHERE ELSE.”

And yeah, I know, that’s a lot of money for gas! That’s a big car! I’m terrible for the environment! Oh, boo hoo.

And… After!, originally uploaded by smooth_d.

Here it is, the final product. Looks pretty awesome and it only made Jeremy swear, like, 1845 times.

Sanding the floor, originally uploaded by smooth_d.

Okay, so the plumber’s crack was politely cropped out of the picture. That’s because Jeremy is a gentleman.

This is the first time I’ve been able to use the sander my dad gave me when I moved in. The next project is my beat up coffee table, which I’ll probably do tomorrow evening while we’re working on the next step of the tile.

To be clear, when I say “we” I mostly mean Jeremy because he’s really been doing the lion’s share of this project. I would love to help more but the bathroom is quite small and we can’t both be in there comfortably. He offered to do most of it and because he’s more knowledgeable about this kind of thing than I am, I trust it to be done better with him at the wheel.

It has gone pretty smoothly so far, with the exception of a couple of cracked sections on a small piece of tile and Jeremy cutting his hand on some scissors and bleeding all over. It’s all good, though. I bandaged him up good and he’s back to work. *cracks whip*