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How to (not) plan an event || Nine-to-five life

Conversation in regards to a work event I’ve been organizing.

Her: “I’ll be attending (the event) and was told to call you.”
Me: “Great, what can I do for you?”
Her: “I don’t know. I’m not sure why I was told to contact you.”
Me: “….do you have any questions?”
Her: “No.”
Me: “Do you need tickets?”
Her: “No.”
Me: “Well, I’m afraid I don’t know why you were referred to me.”
Her: “I don’t know, I was hoping you did.”

This, my friends, has been the content of my 9-to-5 life the past few weeks.

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Lazy || Weekend roundup

Lazy.

Laid-back.

Relaxed.

A scuffed up, well-loved baseball.

The Rockies.

My feet.

My sister’s feet.

The gimpy girl formerly known as Mokee. (That would be our puppy, not my sister.)

(Though she too is often gimpy.)

(We try to be graceful. And then the klutziness gene kicks in.)

(Yes, I plan on blaming my lack of grace on genetics.)

(Fun fact: my name means grace.)

(It’s ironic.)

(This post has become a chaotic mess of parentheses.)

(Is there a limit to the number of parentheses allowed in one post?)

(There probably should be.)

(OK I’m out.)

And that, ladies and gentleman, was my weekend.

C’est la vie || Little bits of things

This two-desks-in-a-row thing is likely a problem, right?

Over-achieving much?

Not exactly a good “build it and they will come” move. One can’t write big thoughts when one can’t reach the desk.

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Anatomy of fancy || Still life photography

For Day 2 of Operation Two Dozen Years (I like to pretend I’m in a James Bond film…), a gentleman caller whisked me off to a fancy dinner downtown (although, gentleman caller is less Bond, more Scarlett O’Hara…). Which, when you live downtown, is only about 10 minutes away.

But still!

Instead of focusing on just getting ready (Sidebar: have I ever told you that I prepped for my senior prom in only 20 minutes? Granted, this was after I decided my current hair-do idea just wasn’t doing it for me, and I dunked my head under the faucet. But still!), I decided it would be more fun to set up some detail shots around my apartment.

And so I did.

Then rushed around all crazy like in the last twenty minutes before my gentleman caller arrived.

Hey, stick to your strengths.

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April 5, 2011 by Anya Elise

Chicken fingers || An ode

Though I have but been upon this earth

for two dozen years and one day,

my appetite doth act out

as if nineteen of those years did not count.

For, to my tongue, stomach and heart,

the chicken fingers are truly the best delight.

The sweet, juicy inside,

fried, crispy outside,

a boat of honey mustard, ranch or ketchup……on the side.

What poultry dish could maintain the affection

of one girl for so many years?

But one: the fingers of the chicken.

(Not to be confused with chicken nuggets. That’s a whole other animal.)

(Figuratively speaking. Of course. Because a chicken is just one animal. A chicken.)

(OK bye. )