delara, interrupted

Check out the <a href="http://www.buttafly.com/starbucks/index.php">Oracle of Starbucks</a> at buttafly.com. Hilarious. And definitely me. NOT!

Based on my very rarely ordered decaf hazelnut soy latte, the Oracle says...

Personality type: Hippie

In addition to being a hippie, you are a hypochondriac health nut. You secretly think that your insistence on only consuming all-natural products is because you're so intelligent and well-informed; it's actually because you're a sucker. You've dabbled in Wicca or other pseudo-religions that attract morons and have changed your sexual orientation a few times this year. You probably live in California. Everyone who drinks grande decaf hazelnut soy latte should be forced to eat a McDonald's bacon cheeseburger.

Also drinks: Beverages with lots of marketing that says they're herbal and organic
Can also be found at: Whole Foods, indoor rock climbing facilities

Posted by Delara at 04:29 PM | Permalink

I get why people work out to relieve stress and unwind. If I don't go for a walk, RIGHT NOW, I might hurt somebody, an innocent bystander most likely, in the next few hours. Or it might just be Paulie - he's generally closest in proximity to me. And we'd like for Paulie to remain in one piece, thank you very much. We really like him that way. Really.

And praying doesn't seem to be working much these days. I think my connection is fuzzy. I need a new phone anyway.

It's times like these when I almost wish I drank. And then I watch the people around me who do, and it is SO clear why I don't. Besides for religious reasons.

But I digress. Time for that walk!

Posted by Delara at 06:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Farren just got his own apartment. Woo hoo! We're happy for the F-Man, yo.

Farren also just got a DVD burner. You know what that means? A happy sistah, 'cuz he can burn movies like mad!

Farren is out in sunny California. Translation = oldah sistah D will be taking field trips VERY often, whenever humanly possible, without raising too many eyebrows at work. What? Delara had to take a business trip to LA AGAIN? Wasn't she just there, like yesterday? Woo hoo!

Farren better create a sleeping space for his sistah when she comes to crash at his place. Yeah, she better be the one who's sleeping soundly on the fabulous queen-size bed Farren is about to purchase when she comes to visit.

Posted by Delara at 05:36 PM | Permalink

It has happened again - three people simultaneously agreed and pointed out to me today that I remind them of Gloria Estefan. That is, they felt very strongly that I look like her somehow. And then 5 other people immediately agreed! What?!?? Other than our common height, I can't see it. I just don't get it. I mean, we're both fabulously gorgeous and all, but that's where the similarity ends, baby. And I can't sing worth crap most of the time - shower time excepted.

But hey - who was I to burst their bubble?

Posted by Delara at 08:57 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Can this really be? Did I just purchase pants in - excuse me - size MEDIUM????? (And these are VERY cute looking pants, by the way.) Why, yes! I did! It is not an illusion! Medium has arrived into my life!

Let's all do the dance of joy now.

Thank you.

Posted by Delara at 10:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I visited <a href="http://www.sarahmclachlan.com/index2.html">sarahmclachlan.com</a> the other day and got so excited when it appeared she might be coming out with a new album at the end of this month. Alas, no such luck. Promotionals for Delerium. Bummer. I would just LOVE to feast my ears on a new Sarah album - oh please, make it so!?? Supposedly there will be one soon. But when?

In the meantime, could we please enjoy some Norah Jones? Yes!

Posted by Delara at 12:50 PM | Permalink

If one more person carelessly cuts me off, I am likely to blow something up. And it won't be pretty. I'm just glad I don't have a long commute - in the 20 minutes it typically takes me to get from home to work:

at least 5 people cut me off,

3 people don't use their signal when turning into the street,

and at least 20 people are going TOO SLOW in the left lane while talking on their cell phones. Ack!

HANG UP THE FRIGGIN PHONES AND DRIVE PROPERLY, PEOPLE!!

Fair warning - watch out.

Posted by Delara at 10:42 PM | Permalink

As I sat at my computer last night, staring blankly in disbelief, I came to a bittersweet realization - I am not as unique as I thought I was. Boo.

How did I come to this conclusion? Well, go ahead and do a Google search on Delara. You'll find Brian and Delara's wedding, Delara Adams' entries on Bootsnall.com, The House of Delara line of perfumes and other fine products, the Delaware Amateur Radio Association, Delara so and so's online journal (not mine) and many other interesting website entries from Formula One car models to a communications company called DeLara Communications. Nothing even remotely resembling anything about me or my life are anywhere in the first 25+ pages of the search results. Hmph.

So, the sad reality nestled into my brain for the evening and I was left in a funk. What is that quote I vaguely recall? Something about how there is no one better than you in the world and you are not better than anyone else?

Yeah, yeah. Alas...

But hey - check out <a href="http://lay-c.com/log/archives2/000849.html">Lacey's site</a> for a fascinating discussion on generational identity. It's well worth the link.

Posted by Delara at 08:19 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

The following was sent to me today by my FAB <a href="http://www.itsokaytobesingle.com">brotha Marc</a> and is otherwise found on <a href="http://snopes.com">snopes.com</a> - only one of the funniest websites ever. For those of you who are not yet schooled in the ways of snopes, it is a site that proves or disproves urban legends. Ha!

Claim: Austria is home to a town called 'Fucking.'

Status: True.

Example: Tourists are causing a lot of anxiety - and are costing money - to a tiny village where signs keep disappearing. What do the signs read? "Welcome to Fucking, Austria." Pronounced "fooking," the little hamlet of Fucking is named after the man who founded the village in the 6th century. His name? Focko. The town sign has been stolen seven times in the last few months. With signs costing several hundred dollars apiece, much of the tiny town&#8217;s budget is being spent replacing the signs, says Siegfried Hoeppel, the Mayor of Fucking. He went on to express his hope that further thefts will be avoided through the use of increased concrete and . . . bigger screws.

Origins: We don't know how severe the stolen sign problem there really is, but Austria is indeed home to a town called 'Fucking' (48' 03"N 13' 51"E).

(Urban Legends Reference Pages © 1995-2003 by Barbara and David P. Mikkelson)

Check out <a href="http://www.snopes.com/photos/austria.asp ">Fucking, Austria</a>.

Does it get any better than this?!??

Posted by Delara at 08:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)