Brain Dump

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

This is a really fun game; I totally pilfered it from Slices of Life, who is very cute and makes brooches work, somehow, so I am planning on getting me some to spice up Dress Thursdays. (Eventually.)

Here are my results:

What Cat Means

You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily. You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind. A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life. You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Meanwhile, I’m very happy it’s Friday, because I’m sick of working. I spent 40 minutes this morning at the wrong coffee house, waiting for a co-worker-ish person (I say “ish” because we don’t really work together, so much as work for the same company in totally different roles, our paths only cross because of our geographical location and also the fact that she was an assistant to a Very Famous Author which makes me bleed jealousy, but I try not to show it as I constantly invite her to coffee to get the inside scoop on living with a crazy, creative genius…. Or maybe I could just ask The Funasaurus what it’s like. Heh.) What are the odds that there are two DazBog Coffee Houses on 12th Street in Denver? Odds are VERY GOOD, as it turns out.

Opening game day for the Rockies. Whee. More sports.

I bought a new dress for our honeymoon last night on sale for $12, SCORE! You know you are maybe a little lonely when you find yourself trying to make intelligent conversation with the chick in the dressing room at Old Navy, who is so consumed with a chip on her nail that she actually attempts to hang four separate dresses with one hand.

Speaking of dresses, sorry for the lack of picture, yesterday. I swear there was one, (ask Ms. Chipped Nail) but there was a little incident involving some chocolate icing from the last of the army of cupcakes I had left sitting around my house. Though there is a certain amount of pride that goes with knowing I single-handedly took down an army.

Thank goodness those are gone. My skin is starting to rebel.