Your hair, is everywhere

Lots of hair + vacuums = Gross!

Yeah, nasty.
Ever given your vacuum a hair cut?
I have.
Sick.

Check it twice...or once...or not at all

Is it hard for anyone else to come up with a Christmas List? I try to put it off until the last possible moment, sometimes I don't even make one. But this year, I'll at least throw a few things out into the cosmic void, and here they are:

Ear plugs (I use the Pink Lady brand-they work great)
Black socks (as long as they're black, I'm happy)
Thermal bottoms (last year I inadvertantly bought 2 tops, not very helpful)
Some sort of organization for my design equipment (it's taking over my drafting table)
A power drill
A scanner (if it's attached to a copier/printer, I wouldn't complain)
Books
Movies
Architectural Digest Subscription
Wall Flower refills from Bath & Body Works (bear in mind that I am the one who will have to smell it)
New gym shoes
Massages

That was a whole lot harder to come up with than it used to be. 15 years ago, that would have been a piece of cake!

You remind me of a man...

You remind me of a man.

What man?

The man with the power.

What power?

The power of hoodoo.

Hoodoo?

You do!

Do what?

Remind me of a man...

Sound vaguely familiar to you Labyrinth fans? This banter actually originated from a 1947 Cary Grant film entitled "The Bachelor and the Bobby-soxer". It features a teenage Shirley Temple and Myrna Loy in addition to Mr. Grant. I watched it today and was pleasingly diverted. Kinda slow moving, and Shirley Temple doesn't have the greatest acting skills, but what can you expect? I thought it was fun.

money woes

Why is it that my landlord doesn't deposit our rent checks until the month is half over (sometimes more)?
Does he not realize how annoying it is for us?
Just cash the blasted check already man!

My fuzzy brain

I'm sorry if it seems like I've been in a bad mood for the last week or so.
I'm really not in a bad mood.
I just have a lot on my mind.
And no, I don't want to talk about it.
Why?
Because it's not that important, I can't put it into words, and it's no big deal.
Just a case of the winter blues.

Casualties of War

It's that time of year again!
The colors, the paper, the sounds!

And no, I'm not talking about Christmas.

It's finals time in the Bubanks house. Which means, my inner Designer has to put together notebooks. Why we designers love making notebooks so much is beyond me, I clearly haven't reached that pivotal point yet.

I sit here amid the destruction: Fabric swatches have been cut, glued and mounted, scraps lie by the wayside. Paint chips spill over their container, floor samples are scattered about the coffee table, scissors, tape, rubber cement, computer paper, labels, card stock, scales, and drafting pencils lay like wounded soldiers strewn over a gruesome battlefield.

And I'm not done yet. Saints preserve us!