elicia: relentless enforcer of echinacea
e: hey laura do you want some echinacea tea?
l: um.. well i'll have another kind of tea, like one of my own.
e: ok. what kind?
l: surprise me.
e gives l. orange echinacea tea. e prides herself in her sneakiness in facillitating echinacea ingestion all over the world.
last friday after work lisa and i went to specialty nails. i got a manicure and pedicure for my birthday. i got it from a member who thought i gave him something for christmas annonymously, which i didn't. later when i asked him why he thought i gave it to him, he said because i smiled at him after christmas. "but i always smile at you." i said. he said it was a 'we both know something' kind of smile. anyways when i explained it wasn't me, he wouldn't take the present back. the mani-pedi was for the same place that lisa goes to, so we went together. i got french tips and if i must say so, they looked quite good. got a chip after one day hard labour though. hmph. the ladies are all korean and don't talk much to you, just to each other, but they are very good. i had a lady working on my hands and one lady working on my feet. each were wearing black tops with white polka dots. my favourite part was when foot lady took out a tool that looked like a small cheese slicer and sliced off copious amounts of dead foot. that was neat-oh. my least favourite part was how my head looked like a watermelon dressed up with a curly wig in the mirror across from me. almost missed the ol' quarter on a ham days. weird. i thought i may have felt uncomfy and so had the skewed vision of a watermelon wigged head. i hope that it wasn't a rare moment of clarity and that i don't in actuality have a watermelon wigged head. if that's the truth, i hope for many more days of delusion.
the young and the restless was on at the salon. we were just in time to see old decrepit victor propose to a ravishing 20 year old. it was very romantic. when is that guy going to hang up his boots? i mean come on. foot lady laughed at lisa's commentary about ol' victor. it was one of the only times she interacted with us.
hand lady was very protective of her work. i had to sit at a hand and foot dryer and when i was done and tried to reach for my keys and wallet in my purse she got all fierce. luckily lisa was there to help me out in more ways than one. i drove off steering with open palms on the wheel.
i renewed my insurace at the co-operators. i like them. the lady there remembered me from last year (remember you were with me amy? you stayed in the car.) she's nice. i like her. i pay ten dollars less a month. which, i'm not going to lie to you, is a-ok with me.
fatima was housesitting for her aunt and cuz who are in hawaii with her mom. we had a meating. fatima told me to bring lots of warm clothes and layers. she said slippers and warm socks. she said it was colder inside than outside there. i didn't take her too seriously. everyone knows that i'm a warm person and she's a cold person. well i soon found out that everything she said was true. the floor in the front foyer was icy and the whole house was definitely meat lockeresque. and when we went out to dinner we found the outside world warm and balmy in comparison.
we ate at bombay palki. butter chicken and an eggplant dish (yummy). lots of naan. an overly attentive waiter. he wanted fatima to notice him. she broke his heart without a blink of her big eye. cruel 'oman.
after that we went to superstore and i bought dinosours which fatima thought amusing. i picked out as many red ones as possible. the bin was predictably heavy on the yellow and green. more so when i was done with it. fats got sun chips. we almost got that soft licorise, but fats liked red and i like the black so we cancelled each other out which was for the best really.
we watched a bollywood film. it was a little low b and we were both exhausted but i hardly napped in comparison to lady of light who woke up at the end was still as much in the know as me who dozed during one of the song and dance numbers. that's the kind of movie it was. still it was enjoyable to witness the romance of a firey rich docotor girl to an indian food on wheels guy in new york. 'the roger patel' had an interesting rap number and then there was the dramatic disaster of the overturned wedding pavilion. my feet started to burn shortly after supper and so kept me warm througout the movie. i even had to slip off my socks. come to think of it, i think they are still there!
fatima said the toothpaste was even cold! i wouldn't know. i don't brush.
fat's slept in her cousin's platic covered board bed and i slept on the soft squishy bed in the next room (fatim says it's her room. ya, sure.) we talked through the doors before i fell asleep. which wasn't very long at all. i was so super tired.
someone woke me up at 8 before someone left to go volunteer but i could hardly bring myself to open my eyes before they rolled back in my head. i felt drugged. slept until nine thirty when someone phoned and woke me up. permission by way of text message had been given to turn the heat on. what a difference heat makes to a house. by the end of the day the floor tiles were almost warm.
i read my scrips and studied my lesson, got ready and then watched some sanford and son. i learned 'you want one across the lip?'.
cuz has a neat bollywood cookbook. it has pics of all the famous stars and their favourite recipes. it was cool to see the pics from some movies that we've seen together like kuch kuch hota hai for example.
there was a cool peace thing on channel 13 that showed short movies from all over the world and had speakers and stuff. i really liked what i saw. there was this short film from germany when some kids in a class played chinese whispers. miriam started. she looked at paul beside her, and then whispered to the kid next to her "paul never washes." the whisper goes through the whole circle without changing. paul looks nervous and all the kids look at him and you just feel sad about it. he looks so vulnerable. then the last boy beside paul get's the whipser "paul never washes." all eyes are on him. after a momentary pause he whispers to paul "miriam has a crush on paul." and paul darts a kiss to miriam's cheek and all the kids laugh. i really liked that one. there was a stark powerful one about a soldier in iraq and one about borders and shows some guys playing volleyball over a huge slatted wall going down the beach between the states and mexico. then a short interview between two men who fought against each other in the lebanese civil war and how they learned to forgive and see through the whole enemy thing. when they were talking i noted to fatima who was flipping through the bollywood cookbook, patiently waiting for me, that they were both dressed very similarly (khaki pants, dark blazers) and they looked similar in build and age and style. it was interesting to me and i wondered if they did that on purpose. then a psychologist came out "he's hot." i said to fatima who admonished me for being mean to the dr. the dr. gave a good speech though. one of the things he said was that people don't notice differences about a group of people if they are cooperating. he said then they tend to pick out their similarities. interesting.
anyways fats and i went to guilford town centre where fatima proceeded to attempt to swindle the grumpy abrupt lady at the contact place. she was too smart for fats though.
we had lunch at milestones. i had a salmon caesar and fatima got her pesto linguine.
i met maya angelou fatima's beloved neice-ling. maya angelou is very beautiful and cute and well loved. erin fatima's sister-in-law had been garage sailing all morning and showed us all her finds. fatima showed me many of 'angie's ' treasures. we put her black baby bangles on her and put her in a cute toque and later she got funked up with sunglasses and rapper's hat. we put maya in her duckie jolly jumper and although she can bearly reach the floor with the tips of her toes she took the time to amuse us. we watched a lot of house shows. we talked baby talk. we burped baby. we danced with and sang to baby. fatima is so in love with her neice-ling.
on our way out we found a bunny under the car.
l: um.. well i'll have another kind of tea, like one of my own.
e: ok. what kind?
l: surprise me.
e gives l. orange echinacea tea. e prides herself in her sneakiness in facillitating echinacea ingestion all over the world.
last friday after work lisa and i went to specialty nails. i got a manicure and pedicure for my birthday. i got it from a member who thought i gave him something for christmas annonymously, which i didn't. later when i asked him why he thought i gave it to him, he said because i smiled at him after christmas. "but i always smile at you." i said. he said it was a 'we both know something' kind of smile. anyways when i explained it wasn't me, he wouldn't take the present back. the mani-pedi was for the same place that lisa goes to, so we went together. i got french tips and if i must say so, they looked quite good. got a chip after one day hard labour though. hmph. the ladies are all korean and don't talk much to you, just to each other, but they are very good. i had a lady working on my hands and one lady working on my feet. each were wearing black tops with white polka dots. my favourite part was when foot lady took out a tool that looked like a small cheese slicer and sliced off copious amounts of dead foot. that was neat-oh. my least favourite part was how my head looked like a watermelon dressed up with a curly wig in the mirror across from me. almost missed the ol' quarter on a ham days. weird. i thought i may have felt uncomfy and so had the skewed vision of a watermelon wigged head. i hope that it wasn't a rare moment of clarity and that i don't in actuality have a watermelon wigged head. if that's the truth, i hope for many more days of delusion.
the young and the restless was on at the salon. we were just in time to see old decrepit victor propose to a ravishing 20 year old. it was very romantic. when is that guy going to hang up his boots? i mean come on. foot lady laughed at lisa's commentary about ol' victor. it was one of the only times she interacted with us.
hand lady was very protective of her work. i had to sit at a hand and foot dryer and when i was done and tried to reach for my keys and wallet in my purse she got all fierce. luckily lisa was there to help me out in more ways than one. i drove off steering with open palms on the wheel.
i renewed my insurace at the co-operators. i like them. the lady there remembered me from last year (remember you were with me amy? you stayed in the car.) she's nice. i like her. i pay ten dollars less a month. which, i'm not going to lie to you, is a-ok with me.
fatima was housesitting for her aunt and cuz who are in hawaii with her mom. we had a meating. fatima told me to bring lots of warm clothes and layers. she said slippers and warm socks. she said it was colder inside than outside there. i didn't take her too seriously. everyone knows that i'm a warm person and she's a cold person. well i soon found out that everything she said was true. the floor in the front foyer was icy and the whole house was definitely meat lockeresque. and when we went out to dinner we found the outside world warm and balmy in comparison.
we ate at bombay palki. butter chicken and an eggplant dish (yummy). lots of naan. an overly attentive waiter. he wanted fatima to notice him. she broke his heart without a blink of her big eye. cruel 'oman.
after that we went to superstore and i bought dinosours which fatima thought amusing. i picked out as many red ones as possible. the bin was predictably heavy on the yellow and green. more so when i was done with it. fats got sun chips. we almost got that soft licorise, but fats liked red and i like the black so we cancelled each other out which was for the best really.
we watched a bollywood film. it was a little low b and we were both exhausted but i hardly napped in comparison to lady of light who woke up at the end was still as much in the know as me who dozed during one of the song and dance numbers. that's the kind of movie it was. still it was enjoyable to witness the romance of a firey rich docotor girl to an indian food on wheels guy in new york. 'the roger patel' had an interesting rap number and then there was the dramatic disaster of the overturned wedding pavilion. my feet started to burn shortly after supper and so kept me warm througout the movie. i even had to slip off my socks. come to think of it, i think they are still there!
fatima said the toothpaste was even cold! i wouldn't know. i don't brush.
fat's slept in her cousin's platic covered board bed and i slept on the soft squishy bed in the next room (fatim says it's her room. ya, sure.) we talked through the doors before i fell asleep. which wasn't very long at all. i was so super tired.
someone woke me up at 8 before someone left to go volunteer but i could hardly bring myself to open my eyes before they rolled back in my head. i felt drugged. slept until nine thirty when someone phoned and woke me up. permission by way of text message had been given to turn the heat on. what a difference heat makes to a house. by the end of the day the floor tiles were almost warm.
i read my scrips and studied my lesson, got ready and then watched some sanford and son. i learned 'you want one across the lip?'.
cuz has a neat bollywood cookbook. it has pics of all the famous stars and their favourite recipes. it was cool to see the pics from some movies that we've seen together like kuch kuch hota hai for example.
there was a cool peace thing on channel 13 that showed short movies from all over the world and had speakers and stuff. i really liked what i saw. there was this short film from germany when some kids in a class played chinese whispers. miriam started. she looked at paul beside her, and then whispered to the kid next to her "paul never washes." the whisper goes through the whole circle without changing. paul looks nervous and all the kids look at him and you just feel sad about it. he looks so vulnerable. then the last boy beside paul get's the whipser "paul never washes." all eyes are on him. after a momentary pause he whispers to paul "miriam has a crush on paul." and paul darts a kiss to miriam's cheek and all the kids laugh. i really liked that one. there was a stark powerful one about a soldier in iraq and one about borders and shows some guys playing volleyball over a huge slatted wall going down the beach between the states and mexico. then a short interview between two men who fought against each other in the lebanese civil war and how they learned to forgive and see through the whole enemy thing. when they were talking i noted to fatima who was flipping through the bollywood cookbook, patiently waiting for me, that they were both dressed very similarly (khaki pants, dark blazers) and they looked similar in build and age and style. it was interesting to me and i wondered if they did that on purpose. then a psychologist came out "he's hot." i said to fatima who admonished me for being mean to the dr. the dr. gave a good speech though. one of the things he said was that people don't notice differences about a group of people if they are cooperating. he said then they tend to pick out their similarities. interesting.
anyways fats and i went to guilford town centre where fatima proceeded to attempt to swindle the grumpy abrupt lady at the contact place. she was too smart for fats though.
we had lunch at milestones. i had a salmon caesar and fatima got her pesto linguine.
i met maya angelou fatima's beloved neice-ling. maya angelou is very beautiful and cute and well loved. erin fatima's sister-in-law had been garage sailing all morning and showed us all her finds. fatima showed me many of 'angie's ' treasures. we put her black baby bangles on her and put her in a cute toque and later she got funked up with sunglasses and rapper's hat. we put maya in her duckie jolly jumper and although she can bearly reach the floor with the tips of her toes she took the time to amuse us. we watched a lot of house shows. we talked baby talk. we burped baby. we danced with and sang to baby. fatima is so in love with her neice-ling.
on our way out we found a bunny under the car.
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