Footprints

 

One night I sat on my kitchen floor cleaning my roomba.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the pink rug of my floor as I cleaned my roomba, removing the paneling and latches to dust every nook and cranny; insisting that reading the instructions were not necesary. 

Spam: Def Jam Edition

Why Hello Lady! I'm music mogul and fashion magnate Russell Simmons! May I show you my Amex?!

The Lady applied for an ideal job at the corporate HeadQuarters of one of our Nation's leading purveyors of overpriced and sugar laden coffees. This particular employer posted their listings exclusively with Yahoo! Hotjobs. Since applying,  I have been bombarded with a slew of email ostensibly intended to aid me in my quest - why else would they require my email address on file? Surely for hungry employers that might feast mightily on the meaty goodness that is my resume (maybe not).

 I thought I'd share some in case you need any of these services:

Recession Inspired Entrepreneurial Spirit

The Lady has advocated an entrepreneurial approach to job hunting and any new and exciting possibilities throughout the course of this cyberspace journal.  A dash of PETA and indisputable feminine wiles has got to make some sort of business venture out of this.

Friends I've Made: Unlikely Buddies

Eco Pup arrived in Del Aire right after New Year's. He's delightfully sustainable! 

Here's Eco-Pup from the opposite side. Best friend and wifey of Domestic Patriarch have taken this boy under their West Side Wings. I'm sure they've already bought him his own copy of "Into the Wild", Trader Joe's approved doggy snacks and the nicest bed in the house!

Then, rather inexplicably, a piglet and a penguin dressed as Batman showed up. 

Get.It.On.: Musical Interlude Edition

For the love of betsy, enjoy This Musical interlude. Sure the electric organ and trumpet sections are bangin' but the Lady does love a good stock photography montage.

The Lady credits her faithful allegiance to Adam Carolla for enlightening her to Chase, Arthur Brown, and Hocus Pocus by Focus. She's better off for it.

And hey, it's a good way to cool your jets, throttle back, chillax and calm down before firing off that next resume! Enjoy!

Yay, Team: Part 3; Playoff Edition

Football's so grate cause'a the outfits!

When stamped by patriarchy AND recession, it is up to us as Ladies and Patriarchs to develop our own modes of maintaining composure, amusement, and levity when continually thrown into employment situations that are heinous, inane and inconsistent. We like to think this is where professional sports truly serve their purpose. 


January is a rather exciting time for football - an entire month of playoffs! As the Lady has worked hard to distract herself with enjoy the pageantry and human drama of football, she has become partial to a few teams, thusly making her loyalty steadfast and unwavering and a pleasant distraction from the persistent stamping. 


The Lady presents her fabricated biases for this playoff weekend (and hopes to maintain her readership)*:

Recession Watch: What Not To Wear Edition

 "Man Holding Hamburgers"

The Lady has never been much of a size-ist, but she always insists that everyone wear what fits. Weight Management can be tricky for everyone. 

However, during a lovely Recession-inspired Sunday meal at "The Habit", the Lady and Domestic Patriarch observed a particularly unforgivable fashion faux pas:

If your gut hangs below your shirt, you either need a new shirt or a new gut. 

Just sayin'.