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That’s what Rev says.  To the BDD.  Because she is.  Just look at that face.  Sweet face.  Big sweetie face.

And then she scooby-doos off the floor and into the room because you’re carrying a laundry basket. 

Because that means only one thing: the basement is open for doggin business.

Hoowah.

• I started reading Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland last night.  I’ve never read it and have heard that the original story is much darker than how Disney portrayed in their 1951 animated film.  This is all in prep for Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland movie that’s coming out in March.  Cannot wait for it.  Pins and needles.
• I also started my new knitting project last night.  Geesh.  How many times can a gal screw up a garter stitch?  Well, if you’re me, a lot.  Bev says it’s the yarn (Home Spun).  I say it’s operator error.  It’ll work itself out eventually.
• Mrs. Rev wants to do yoga tomorrow morning.  I’m hesitant but interested.  I’m also lazy.  And I haven’t made up my mind.  It’s on my list of things to do.
• Super Bowl Sunday: looking forward to the game, looking forward to the commercials, really looking forward to the food.  What can I say, I’ve got priorities.  And now I need to find my Colts shirt – I can’t remember where I put it when we moved.  Boo.
• At my doctor visit this morning, she told me I should really start taking a daily multi-vitamin and also work Vitamin D3 into my routine.  I read the pamphlet on Vitamin D deficiency – who knew that so many things could stem from not tanning.  But tanning is not for me – I’ll be following doctor’s orders.
• Speaking of the doctor visit, what is up with the number of pregnant women?!?  No seats at the office.  None.  Because the waiting room was chocked full of pregos.  I’m surrounded by them outside of the doctor’s office too – nine ten girlfriends who are expecting and five that have delivered since the new year (I made a list to make sure).  I pray this is not contagious.
• I’ve been super good about eating at home and packing my lunch this week so I think I’m going to splurge $4 on lunch today.  At White Castle.  I could smell the Big Red when I pulled in the parking garage.  The crave has happened.
• Twitter.  I’ve decided to embrace it.  The problem is, I have no flippin’ idea how to use it.  But I figured that would work itself out too eventually.  I’d love any insights that you have.  I really mean that.
• The gym downstairs below our office is hosting aerobics classes this very moment.  The boom-boom music is so horrible – how can they stand being in the same room as that crap?  I’d run my happy ass out the door just so I wouldn’t have to have my ears bleed.  Yoga doesn’t have boom-boom music, does it?
• And that’s all she wrote.  Here’s to more photos next week.

I decided that this is the year I’m going to start cooking more often.  Most of my “cooking” revolves around three things:

1. Baking and/or making dessert.
2. Breakfast food.
3. Frying bacon.

I can make food just fine; my chicken breasts are usually done and juicy and you can’t screw up a can of green beans.  But it’s not great.  It’s edible but I want it to be incredible.  OK, maybe incredible is a bit of a stretch but I do want more flavor, more textures, more yummyness… preferably the kind that doesn’t widen the hiney.  I’d like to make a bit healthier too.

I’m definitely down for trying new things so last night I did just that: I made a big pasta dinner.  The hubs was out on business, this was a great time to experiment and so I did.  And now I know why I don’t do big dinners during the week: it took 1.5 hours from prep to plate.

I can blame part of it on my lack of slicing and dicing skills.  But I didn’t eat dinner until 8pm.  And I was starving.  And I was pissed because a) my pasta did not look like the internet’s pasta, b) my sauce did not thicken like the internet said it would and c) I was starving.

Though I had a few hiccups and the dish didn’t turn out exactly like it was supposed to, it still tasted good.  And I hoovered it.  Word on the street is that I was starving.  It’s just disappointing that it took as long as it did to prepare my dinner and the picture on the internet look more appetizing than what was on my plate.  Boo.  Leftovers will be consumed today and fingers crossed the pasta soaked up that sauce and make it even better tasting.  *fingers crossed*

My theory about this whole cooking thing is if I just get my butt in the kitchen, I will learn to cook.  Even if I mess up and make a few bad batches of something, I will learn to cook.  I plan to pick up recipes, actually read them beforehand, slice and dice veggies, boil, bake, saute, broil, microplane things… if I do this, I will learn to cook.

Someone please tell me I’m right.  Please?  Because, if you haven’t noticed, I want to learn to cook.  And bacon doesn’t cover all the necessary food groups.

When you work in advertising, you are surrounded by insanely creative people.  People who are paid to come up with ideas that no one else has thought up.  And I’m so jealous I could throw up.  I may work in advertising but I am not one of those insanely creative people.  Boo-frickin-hoo.

My “creativity” at work relies on what color chart I use for a report.  Or an interesting way to talk about cost per leads.  Or a flowchart that is… OK, I know it’s boring.  I like it.  But there’s not much creativity behind it unless you consider negotiating creative.  So when I’m not using my 8-key, I’m taking photos.  Only for fun though.

So why am I talking about these insanely creative, artsy-fartsy, profound-wisdom-producing people?  Because a few of them aren’t just doing it nine-to-five; they’re having fun too.  And offering it to the masses.  Let me introduce you to a few.

My pal Meredith is a freelance copy writer by day and needle crafter by night.  She joined forces with her sister to create ElizaLeigh, a handmade shop on Etsy that offers hand crafted and designed blankets, pillows, aprons and crocheted accessories.  Their aprons are adorable and functional… and there appear to be none in their inventory.  Goes to show how awesome they are – they’re sold out.

Since I don’t know jack squat about sewing (that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to know… it’s just that sharp needles scare me), I find ElizaLeigh’s creations to be fun, flirty and different than all the rest.  You can’t find this at WalMart, kids.

Robby of Davis Illustration and Design is wicked talented.  The man does some damage with pencils.  And his graphic design is even better.  His art has donned the covers of  the local LEO Weekly and I’m not going to lie, I pick up a copy just to look at his drawings.  He’s that good.  I have one right in front me as I type.

Robby  just opened an Etsy store, showcasing his quirky illustrations.  I find it hard to describe them; they’re whimsical but rough around the edges.  OK, there’s no way around it, you just have to go visit his store and see for yourself.  It’s wicked.

Aaron relocated to Louisville from Brooklyn.  Which, of what I’ve seen of Brooklyn, tells me he’s pretty fly.  I think the awesome kicks and hair are a slight giveaway too.  So what is ume dream and what does Aaron create?  Hand silkscreen apparel.  With “super limited prints suckas”.  Love it.

I was blown away when he brought some of his inventory to work.  His prints are unique, hip and cool as all get out.  And his web site is pretty kickass too.

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So know you see the kind of creativeness I experience – day in and day out – that makes me want to throw up.  They write copy – I build spreadsheets in Excel.  They share their talent with the world – I post pictures on le blog.  Eh – it all works out to be good in the end; we all like what we do.