Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio

Same changes

2012-01-31T09:50:00.003-06:00

The Weepies, Same Changes

Arms around my body, kisses on my skin
I walk away, I walk away
But he lingers

Maybe it should matter, more to be myself
I walk away, I walk away
But he lingers

And everyone says:
“This love will change you”
Well I ask, “does anything ever stay the same?”
No, no, no
Just same changes

Ooh (changes, the same)

In the magic hour, lantern petals glow
I walk away, I walk away
But you linger

Light as any flower, you don’t even know
You pick me up, you pick me up
With two fingers

And everyone says:
“This love will change you”
Well I ask, “does anything ever stay the same?”
No, no, no
Just same changes

Ooh (changes, the same)

Every day I want to freeze frame
Scrambling my sleep to keep this fragile frame
From the wind, from the driving rain
Soon as it begins it begins to change its strange changes

Ooh (changes, the same)

Careful and with patience, hold this tender heart
Leave a well of tiny threads with two fingers
Standing in the garden
Gathering the dusk
We hold the sun and golden one and we linger

And everyone says:
“This love will change you”
Well I ask, “isn’t that what love’s supposed to do?”
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s same changes

Ooh (changes, the same)

dadada,
me

Norman ♥

2012-01-30T10:48:00.005-06:00

I never would have thought that I could be a rat person, but then I met Norman, and even if it wasn’t love at first sight, it sure was pretty close!

Norman falling asleep in my hand.

Norman playing on Danny’s shoulder.

dadada,
me

Complimentary champagne

2012-01-23T10:30:00.018-06:00

So, Ben Folds has this new-ish song on his Lonely Avenue CD titled “Belinda” and for some crazy reason, it reminds me of Jack Tripper. You know…the guy roommate on Three’s Company?

“Belinda, I loved you,
I'm sorry that I left you;
I met somebody younger on a plane;
She had big breasts, a nice smile,
And no kids either;
She gave me complimentary champagne.”

Now, it could be that this song reminds me of Mr. Ritter (aka Jack) because I’ve read that IRL, he was a real skirt chaser in back in the dizzay, or maybe because the song has a definite late ’70s feel to it? IDK. Regardless, I enjoy the song immensely, despite its shitty storyline*. So...tell me, what you think? Jack Tripper or no?

dadada, me

* My favorite part (besides the “complimentary champagne” line in every chorus) is 3 min 58 secs into the song when Ben yells “OH!” Just sayin’.

Okay, 98.9, that's it. I'm OUT.

2012-01-20T10:20:00.007-06:00

Here’s the deal, 98.9 the Rock: up to now, I only randomly listened to you when nothing else was on my regular station(s) and I didn’t happen to be in the mood for NPR and ONLY AFTER 10:00 AM so as to avoid that gut-wrenching tool DJ Johnny “Dare-me-to-shut-the-F-up”.

And to be honest, I only became a registered Rockaholic because I was dating someone who “thought it was a good idea” (hey…we all do stupid things sometimes).

So, up until today, I’ve been happy to go along ignoring and deleting whatever BS concert updates/station information you send me because it really wasn’t any skin off my back.

Today, though…well, today, all bets are off:

So you listen up and you listen closely, 98.9/KQRC: No more will you be allowed to desecrate my phone and Yahoo! inboxes with this insane garbage. I will rely on 103.7 the Dam to give me all of my heavier rock and alternative music.

dadada,
me

P.S. You should be ashamed of yourselves.

This is (seriously) the story of my life

2012-01-18T10:22:00.004-06:00

I like to think that my kitty prefers to have her food “aerated” prior to her eating it. Every morning, she weaves in between my legs purring and meowing and drawing me over to her food bowl, where she has plenty of food. Even so, she will look at me and meow urgently, and as soon as I’ve wiggled the bowl, she settles in happily to eat.

dadada,
me

Gwood Springs, 2012

2012-01-17T13:44:00.011-06:00

So, I’m fresh from my trip to Glenwood Springs, Colorado last weekend to see Amy and Henry, and still in the process of posting photos. Here are a few though, and to see more, click here to visit the rest of them that I’ve uploaded so far to my flickr page. There’s more to come within the next few days. Enjoy!

Mount Sopris

Colorado River along I-70

The Demon Horse of DIA

BMB, a photo companion to:

PLP (both in Dotsero, CO)

Carved tree in Basalt, CO

Garfield County, CO courthouse. Ted Bundy was here before they transferred him to the Pitkin County Courthouse in Aspen!

dadada,
me

Little rant

2012-01-16T16:03:00.001-06:00

For once and for all…if your man is talking to/texting another woman, that is cheating. Clearly, cheating on someone isn’t just engaging in physical activities; it’s also becoming mentally attached to someone, and if they’re mentally involving themselves with another person, that is a betrayal and your man is a LOSER and he’d better hope he doesn’t end up explaining himself to Joey Greco.

dadada,
me

In less than 24 hours...

2012-01-12T08:16:00.009-06:00

“I wonder what Piglet is doing?” thought Pooh. “I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”
- Winnie the Pooh
In less than 24 hours, I will be on a plane, heading west, to see my oldest and dearest friend. I’m mostly prepared for the shuttle ride to the airport and short flight: I have Garrison Keillor on my Kindle (halfway through my favorite, Lake Wobegon Summer 1956), new earbuds for my iPod, and of course I can sleep anywhere and anytime if the need arises.

So...stand by for status updates on Twitter and lots of pics from this upcoming weekend of fun and frivolity to be uploaded.

dadada,
me

East River

2012-01-05T09:03:00.003-06:00

If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I’d bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson.

If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.

I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you.

And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I’ll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.

dadada,
me

Hangovers & Peter Griffin

2012-01-03T10:49:00.003-06:00

Over the weekend, I had the pleasure of getting really wasted on Friday night (for the first time in well over a year) and then going to see The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo the next day. Very, very good movie and I’m currently reading the book. However, I have a couple of recommendations if you’re planning to go see this particular movie.

1) Don’t go with a hangover. Since I was fighting one, the fact that every single person in the movie smoked and drank constantly had me retching and gagging for three long hours. If you have a hardier constitution than I do, this may not bother you.

2) Just warning you now that there is a very violent rape scene. There is also a very violent revenge-for-the-rape scene, in which the rapist is tied up with no clothes on. The man who played the role of the rapist was very heavy, and to me, he looked AMAZINGLY like Peter Griffin when he sheds his clothes (i.e. you could see he was naked, but since the girth of his abdomen was so large, nothing in his nethers was actually visible). So yeah…laughing during a scene like that isn’t a good thing, but I really couldn’t help myself. My apologies if you were in the theatre with me. I normally don’t find that kind of violence amusing, but all I could see was Peter Griffin dancing around.

dadada,
me

P.S. Happy New Year!

And now, a typing test

2011-12-30T14:09:00.002-06:00

I don’t really have a lot to say on this New Year’s Eve eve, so I thought I’d post a typing test I just did online.

I am planning on seeing The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo tomorrow, just to see if everyone is right about how amazing it is. The trilogy was on the kindle when I got it, so if I like it, maybe I’ll have some new literary stuff to dig into.

Other than that, have a Happy New Year.

dadada,
me

Dear Lord...Skrillex?

2011-12-28T13:45:00.003-06:00

How did I let myself warm to this?

Ft: Skrillex; Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites

dadada,
me

“…and the orange clouds raining in my head”

2011-12-28T10:11:00.006-06:00

What do you do when you watch a friend go through something heart-breaking that you’ve gone through yourself? In some ways, I feel like I’m watching from a distance, living my life as it is today, happy with what little things I’ve got going now, but on the other hand, I feel somewhat involved, as if I’m living the experience again myself, simply because the two situations do seem eerily similar.

Sounds odd, probably. A relationship that is your world suddenly goes south, surrounded by lying, sneaking and what feels like a complete shattering of your own psyche. Dramatic? Perhaps, but I did the best I could and kept it inside of me and went on with my life, pushing against the hurt until I was able to wear it down to just a nub that, only occasionally now, my heart trips on.

Perhaps the difference was that I stood up and gave as much as I got near the end. Maybe that was the only thing that kept me sane. That and my family and friends. I won’t ever share that incident, but in my heart, I still feel it was what saved me, what kept me from completely collapsing. Right or wrong, I had to defend myself from what I considered to be the ultimate betrayal that I was experiencing.

What will she do? He is all that she knows and it is happening to her now. People wonder why I distance myself from that kind of attachment. I’m not a stupid woman; I still feel that no matter what, I will never let anyone in that place of me again. I never want to feel that kind of hurt again, nor the need to hurt the way I have been hurt.

Seeing this happening to her, so similarly to the way my situation went down, I realize how we are all just cogs in a machine. Everything that seems unique to us, individual, is only something that has happened a million times before, and will happen a million more before everything is said and done. Realizing this is painful in and of itself.

I hope it’s different for her. We all handle things our own way and we all cope the best way that we know how, regardless of what is ultimately best for us in the end. Whatever decisions she makes for herself will set her apart from how everyone else has handled it.

Looking back, I sometimes ask myself “did I handle things the best possible way?” Maybe not. At the end of the day, maybe I just handled it the best way I was able to and, at the time, seemed the only way that I could continue living, but to this day, I still trust my gut, and I don’t regret the choices I made. I hope she won’t, either.

dadada,
me

My Cat(s)

2011-12-22T11:11:00.005-06:00

I know. I know.
they are limited, have different
needs and
concerns.

but I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so
much.

they complain but never
worry,
they walk with a surprising dignity.
they sleep with a direct simplicity that
humans just can’t
understand.

their eyes are more
beautiful than our eyes.
and they can sleep 20 hours
a day
without
hesitation or
remorse.

when I am feeling
low
all I have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns.

I study these
creatures.

they are my
teachers.

~ Charles Bukowski

dadada,
me (Arrey’s mama)

Bond...James Bond

2011-12-21T08:44:00.013-06:00

So, this morning, I was having a discussion about who played James Bond best throughout the years. I know that the majority of people probably think Sean Connery is the personification of Bond, but to me, it’s most definitely always going to be Roger Moore. When I tell most people this, they cringe, but I can’t say I understand why. I mean, look at Moore’s impressive lineup as Agent 007:

Live and Let Die
The Man with the Golden Gun
The Spy Who Loved Me
Moonraker
For Your Eyes Only
Octopussy
A View to a Kill

I remember going with my parents to see Moonraker and being TERRIED of the Jaws guy with the weird teeth that smiled so menacingly and threatened death at every turn.

As far as Octopussy, well I just thought it was secretly HORRIBLE because I knew that pussy was a bad word and I couldn’t figure out how they got away with using it in the name of a movie.

I also thought For Your Eyes Only was a wonderfully romantic movie (despite how weird I thought the chick’s ass on the movie poster looked). I don’t know what to say…I was ten years old. It probably had something to do with Sheena Easton’s amazing rendition of the title song.

Anyway, who is your pick as Bond? To an impressionable little girl growing up in the ’70s, Roger Moore was suave, smooth, sexy, and tough as nails. Just what I think Bond should be.

dadada,
me

When you were young

2011-12-20T09:50:00.006-06:00

“And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live when you were young.”

What I miss about when my child was still my “little boy”:

1) Snuggling during naptime with that warm, little squiggly boy.
2) Back then, I was the coolest, funniest person he knew.
3) Watching Barney, Sleeping Beauty, and Caillou (to name a few).
4) Happy Meals filled him up.
5) Baxter Days!
6) His little face when we went to see the Christmas lights at Longview Lake.
7) Back then, he wanted to hang out with me.
8) Picking out all of his clothes for him (I have the best taste, yanno).
9) Going to the zoo. We still go, but it was different back then when everything was brand-new and magical to him.
10) Singing him to sleep with lullabies.
11) Back then, it was the two of us against the world.

Oh le sigh. I miss my little Bubby.

dadada,
me

We should always live our lives like this

2011-12-08T09:30:00.005-06:00

Yesterday when you were young
Everything you needed done was done for you
Now you do it on your own
But you find you’re all alone, what can you do?

You and me walk on, walk on, walk on
’Cause you can’t go back now

You know there will be days when you’re so tired
That you can’t take another step
The night will have no stars
And you’ll think you’ve gone as far as you will ever get

You and me walk on, walk on, walk on
’Cause you can’t go back now

And yeah, yeah, you go where you want to go
Yeah, yeah, be what you want to be
If you ever turn around, you’ll see me

I can’t really say
Why everybody wishes they were somewhere else
But in the end, the only steps that matter
Are the ones you take all by yourself

You and me walk on, walk on, walk on
Yeah, you and me walk on, walk on, walk on
’Cause you can’t go back now
Walk on, walk on, walk on
You can’t go back now

dadada,
me

TYRA BANKS, YOU'RE A HAM-FISTED COW

2011-12-07T21:11:00.017-06:00

Brace yourself for an immature post.

Featured: Lisa D’Amato, Allison Harvard, Angelea Preston

Tonight’s Top Model finale was a fkn JOKE. From what I’ve read, Angelea won the cycle but was disqualified for leaking information about the top three on her Facebook page. Angelea, I love you, but this doesn’t surprise me. You’re an idiot.

Angelea Preston, between on-set tantrums

Which leaves Allison, the quirky painter with the humongous eyeballs and worldy appeal and Lisa, the loud-mouthed AARP inductee and recent prosthetic hip recipient. To be fair, Allison hasn’t been able to keep her damn eyeballs open in the past three shoots due to her light-sensitivity, but still...as far as looks and high-fashion potential goes, she had it in the bag over Grandma Lisa.

Allison Harvard, asleep at the wheel

However, Tyra and the judges had a different opinion because they ended up crowning Lisa as Top Model All-Stars (which means we’ll never hear from her again), probably because she growls and jumps around a lot. You know...stuff you’d be more likely to see in a zoo or an asylum.

Lisa D’Amato, budding Klingon and wrinkle extraordinaire. WAIT...THIS IS THE WINNER?

Anyway...Am I bitter? Yes. Is it a stupid TV show? Yes. Will I watch next cycle? Yes.

dadada,
me

Yes, it is true...

2011-12-05T13:27:00.000-06:00

This is me:

Or sometimes, I bring a book. You never can tell.

dadada,
me

Songs to avoid when PMSing/When you were young

2011-12-02T08:40:00.009-06:00

So, today I was thinking about the songs that depress the hell out of you, for whatever reason. It could be the lyrics, or the melody that strikes you just so, or maybe it was popular during a period in your life when you were already struggling, so you just associate it with sadness.

Here are some of mine, in no certain order. Why I keep them on my iPod, I have no idea, but trust me, when they come up on shuffle, most of the time, I just hit “next”:

1. System of a Down – “Hypnotize”
2. Johnny Cash – “Hurt” (sorry, NIN)
3. Joe Hisaishi – “One Summer’s Day/Chiro’s Theme” (from the Spirited Away soundtrack)
4. Pretty much ANYTHING by Keane, but specifically:
• “Your Eyes Open” – Keane
• “Sunshine”
• “Try Again”
• “Everybody’s Changing”
5. Death Cab for Cutie – “Summer Skin”; “What Sarah Said”
6. Three Days Grace - “Pain”
7. Alice in Chains – “I Stay Away”
8. The Fray – “Over My Head (Cable Car)”
9. Army of Anyone – “Goodbye”
10. Portishead - “Sour Times”
11. Jeff Buckley - “Last Goodbye”
12. Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins – “Happy”
13. The Weepies - “Little Bird”
14. Rilo Kiley - “Paint’s Peelin’”
15. Rooney - “Blueside”
16. The Killers - “When You Were Young”

I’m sure there are more…will probably append later.

dadada,
me

My slumbering heart

2011-11-16T10:56:00.005-06:00

In my dreams, I see myself hitting a baseball
In a green field somewhere near a freeway
I’m all tan and smiling and running from third base
It’s hot and the kids keep on playing the driving game
And they’re singing the same goddamn refrain
And the sky is a bluish gray

It’s become just like a chemical stress
Tracing the lines in my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
I’ve barely been gone

In my dreams, I see you at the foot of some mountains
And we’re taking some pictures or something
And we’d better hurry up
It’s late and the sun keeps shooting through pine trees
And the grass stains are wet on your new jeans
And we’d better hurry up

I’ve become just like a terrible mess
Searching the lines in my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
But the crowds keep me coming back, cheering

In my dreams, I see you asleep in a twin bed
The covers pulled up over your head
Am I asleep or awake?
It’s morning and the captain is playing the radio
And he’s just put the paint on his new boat
Am I asleep or awake?

It just feels good when we’re waking up
It just feels good when you’re next to me
It just feels good when you’re coming home
It just feels good when it’s waking up, my slumbering heart

It’s become just like a chemical stress
Tracing the lines in my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
I’ve barely been gone
I’m not a failure I swear
I wish you could see it from over there
I’ve got a lot over here without you
I’ve barely been gone, dreaming...

dadada,
me

Where's George?

2011-11-15T07:55:00.005-06:00

Okay, so last night, I got a dollar bill as change from a trip to Taco Bell and it had one of those silly little “Where’s George?” stamps on it. Just for the fun of it, I decided to enter it at the tracking website to help track its progress. You can view it (and the attached notes for each user that has come in contact with this little ducat) here. Might be kind of fun to check it from time to time, eh?

Progress as of 11/15/2011:

dadada,
me

::ahem:: Look at this “photograph”…?

2011-11-09T07:57:00.004-06:00

God help me*, I still love this song.

Every memory of walking out the front door, I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for. It’s hard to say it, time to say it: Goodbye, goodbye.

dadada,
me

* My only defense is that it is the only acceptable Nickelback song you can be caught listening to.

Bison, have a good day

2011-11-08T14:22:00.002-06:00

Replace the “dad” with “mom” and this is pretty much my relationship with my 15-year old.

dadada,
me

Update: 10 months into my “Quit”

2011-11-07T09:45:00.003-06:00

Ok, so pretty much everyone who knows me knows that I quit smoking on 12/10/2010. I was sick at the time with an upper respiratory infection, and I just didn’t want to smoke (if you’re a smoker, you know that feeling). The quit wasn’t really planned; it was kind of bass-ackward. I just never started smoking again when I got over that head cold.

The weeks that followed were quite interesting. I had to replace my vacuum cleaner because every time I would run it through the house, the smell would make me want to vomit. (Actually, this is pretty much how I still feel anytime I encounter someone during my daily routine that does smoke. My son has started calling me a “smoke nazi”).

Some good things have happened also, though. My blood pressure, which used to run regularly around 150/95, has dropped very nicely to 125/75 when I’m active and if I’ve been laying down for awhile, it has been known to be as low as 99/65. Pretty exciting stuff if you have a lot of cardiac problems in your family history like I do.

Despite this, I still get cravings (obviously). They’ve waned quite a bit, but the last big one I got was Friday night while talking to my oldest friend, Amy. Something about standing outside on my deck with a smoke and chatting with her seemed very attractive. Usually, when these cravings come upon me, all I have to do is think of the smell and it’s pretty much gone. I even tried one at my friend, Crystal’s house last summer, but only made it halfway through before I put it out in disgust.

I haven’t indulged in any libations since my quit, so I don’t know how that’s going to work. Also quite obviously, drinking is a MAJOR trigger for me. Since I’m going to see Amy in January, this will probably come up, but I’m not going to be defeated if I do smoke while I’m in Colorado because I know that I won’t be doing it when I get home.

dadada,
me

P.S. thanks for listening to my soapbox ranting.

No time for love, Dr. Jones…

2011-11-01T08:45:00.009-05:00

So yesterday, as the world now knows, Kim Kardashian filed for divorce. And I believe she was married for around two months, during which time, the world seemed to follow every second of their union, for better or for worse, in the tabloids.

I personally didn’t watch their TV special (I don’t have cable) and I doubt I would have anyway, but I wonder how that much spotlight on their new marriage could have helped. TMZ certainly has had a close eye on what has been happening.

Anyway, for whatever reason (and many speculations are circling the net as we speak), they have called it quits, despite allegedly being in love enough to get married and dump $10 million into their so-called “second royal wedding”.

Now obviously, I’ve never been married (and probably never will, by choice), but even I can see that rushing into a wedding just for the sake of getting married (because didn’t we all hear about how sad Kim was to be 31 and not yet married?) is a recipe for disaster.

But I think what bugs me the most is that, while the federal government does not recognize same-sex marriage in the United States (such marriages are recognized by only six individual states), this sort of marriage between Kim and Kris obviously meets the criteria for what many feel is proper, simply because they are a man and a woman. (The fact that’re both idiots doesn’t matter)

The fact is, no marriage is perfect (from what I’ve seen in my limited capacity), but this joke of a marriage is just that…a joke. Meanwhile, people who truly love each other and want to commit to be together can’t. What a slap in all* of our collective faces.

dadada,
me

P.S. *And just so that there is no wondering, I am straight (not that it matters) and have no ulterior motives in bitching about the same-sex union conundrum, other than the fact that I think it’s utter bullshit.

P.S.S. Thanks for reading.

P.S.S./Update: Apparently, I am not the only one who feels this way:

Haha...wait, what do you mean “costume”?

2011-10-31T16:32:00.006-05:00

dadada,
me

Me + Rosie + status updates @ the movies

2011-10-29T12:10:00.002-05:00

dadada,
me

Miniver Cheevy (aka my F.A.S.I.L.)

2011-10-24T09:12:00.006-05:00

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.

Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would set him dancing.

Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam's neighbors.

Minever mourned the ripe renown
That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
And Art, a vagrant.

Minever loved the Medici,
Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
Could he have been one.

Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediæval grace
Of iron clothing.

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.
~ E.A. Robinson

dadada,
me

P.S. Although it may seem as such, in no way do I mean disrespect for this beautiful poem by E.A. Robinson.

True story, bro

2011-10-14T13:44:00.000-05:00

My newest comic, inspired by real life:

dadada,
me

Shuffle

2011-10-06T12:32:00.001-05:00

One hour (lunch) with my iPod on shuffle today has procured the following outstanding tracks:

11:30a: Marvin Gaye — “Mercy, Mercy Me”
11:33a: The Weepies — “Gotta Have You”
11:35a: Regina Spektor — “Eet”
11:39a: Death Cab for Cutie — “Soul Meets Body”
11:43a: P!AtD — “Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have (Without Taking Her Clothes Off)”
11:46a: soulDecision — “Faded”
11:50a: Ben Folds — “Dog”
11:55a: The Postal Service — “We Will Become Silhouettes”
12:00p: Pete Bjorn and John — “Young Folks”
12:04p: Silversun Pickups — “Lazy Eye”
12:10p: Powerman 5000 — “When Worlds Collide”
12:14p: Garbage — “Special”
12:19p: Ke$ha — “We R Who We R” (God, don’t hold it against me – I’m not immune to ear candy)
12:23p: Ben Folds — “Before Cologne”
12:24p: Keane — “Is it Any Wonder?”
12:27p: Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins — “Paradise”

dadada,
me

Fayl Buk

2011-10-04T17:04:00.002-05:00

Well...look what I found on failbook?

dadada,
me

One love, one heart, let’s get together and feel all right

2011-09-26T12:10:00.003-05:00

It’s been almost two years since he died, but I keep dreaming about Bob. In last night’s dream, I went to close and lock the door, but I could see his tail through the window, white and gold bushiness flipping to and fro, and I knew it was him. I opened the door and he was there, looking up at me, on those poor, sad legs that didn’t work at the end. I brought him in and put him next to a space heater to get him warm.

I don’t know why I keep dreaming about him. Last night was the worst. The other ones I’ve had were happier. He looked healthy and seemed like a younger version of what he was at the end. I miss him and still haven’t completely processed that he’s not here anymore. I guess what I wish more than anything is that I could have a chance to tell him “I love you, Bobby, and you’re always going to be my favorite doggie, my ‘Boobs Marley’, my ‘Portly Pumpkin’, my ‘Pookie Bear’.” Maybe if it’s really him visiting me in my dreams, he knows that. I hope so.

love,
sissy

Take off everything...except the glasses, please

2011-09-19T14:29:00.004-05:00

Okay so this morning, I’m trying to explain to a friend how awful The Holiday was, starring my favorite, Kate Winslet. Watched it over the weekend ONLY because Kate was in it. And I have to say that the absolute BEST PART of the movie was Jude Law wearing glasses:

_________________________________________________________________________________

Now, you might be familiar with his recent role in Contagion where he was sporting a snaggle-tooth:

And while I find that very interesting (I find HIM interesting, period), I have to say that I prefer the glasses. Mon amie. YUM.

dadada,
me

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone...

2011-09-07T10:22:00.010-05:00

So don't you know I'm numb, man
No I don't feel a thing at all
’Cause it’s all smiles and business these days
And I’m indifferent to the loss
Blind man on a canyon's edge of a panoramic scene,
Or maybe I'm a kite that's flying high & randomly dangling a string
Or slumped over in a vacant room, head on a stranger's knee
I'm sure back home they’d think I've lost my mind.

Here I stand, sad and free. I can't cry, and I can't see what I've done. Oh God, what have I done?

I poured my heart out. It evaporated, see?

Okay…so, thoughts today. Heard this amazing Ben tune on shuffle this morning, courtesy of Biggie. Maybe because it’s shark week, or maybe because I’m worried about my kitty, or maybe for whatever reason, I started thinking about how, back in the dizzay, I used to listen to these lyrics and mull over how they applied to my life.

And now? Well, things have definitely changed. I think that there are people with whom I used to associate that could probably still identify with these lyrics. Feeling that distance between what I was like then and who I am now (and who they probably still are) gives me pause. It’s a very liberating feeling.

And even if I’m sort of admitting that I know my life is predictable, I also have to say that I like it that way. Oh, sure, there’s stuff that I miss, but for the most part, it’s a great feeling to know that, unless something really dire and unexpected happens, I’m going to be here, stable and sane, one year from now (and beyond). Feel free to keep checking back.

dadada,
me

Evolution of an absent-minded 15 year-old

2011-09-06T10:00:00.006-05:00

Have you ever asked yourself what the yearly superfluous cost* of a 15-year old is? Well, let’s break it down, shall we?

2010 – 2011
* Cell phones – 4 lost; 2 broken = total of 6
* Glasses – 1 pair lost; 2 pair broken = total of 3
* Combs/brushes - ≥ 5 lost (and then found later) = total of ≥5
* House keys – ≥ 5 sets lost (and never found) = total of ≥5
* iPod earbuds – 0 lost; 6 broken = total of 6

*excluding necessities such as food, clothes, roof over one’s head, etc.

I could go on, but why? It’s just depressing.

dadada,
me

You’ve got some sweet legs, though…

2011-08-25T17:18:00.002-05:00

Yeah, I haven’t blogged in awhile. You know me…Sun in Leo, Moon in Aquarius, so I’m just a big secretive motherfucker that never wants to really open up about my emotions. I just hide behind interesting photos and meaningful song lyrics.

With that in mind, enjoy this cute wicked hipster emu cartoon.

Oh come on...you have to admit it’s pretty catchy: “EmoEmu”. Whatever.

dadada,
me

Oh, Parry Gripp...

2011-08-06T22:05:00.006-05:00

...where was I before you?

Many thanks and dadadas,
me

Am I getting a little hung up on Harry Potter?

2011-07-27T16:52:00.006-05:00

Well, perhaps. I still think this is just adorable!

And...if I had the stones to get a wrist tattoo, I would totally do this:

and

Why? Because as corny as it may be, there’s a little light and dark in all of us.

dadada,
me

Everything has its place...

2011-07-22T09:36:00.002-05:00

Hmm...all that seems to be missing is a spot for Ann Coulter’s works.

dadada,
me

Today, it rains

2011-07-21T08:39:00.006-05:00

You see — I feel — if I hadn’t come away I would have irritated you. There seems no chance for me to come out right. And I chose coming away because here at least I feel good — and it makes me feel I am growing very tall and straight inside — and very still — Maybe you will not love me for it — but for me it seems to be the best thing I can do for you — I hope this letter carries no hurt to you — It is the last thing I want to do in the world.

Today, it rains.

Please leave your regrets — and all your sadness — and misery — If I had hugged all mine to my heart as you are doing I could not walk out the door and let the sun shine into me as it has — and I could not feel the stars touch the center of me as they do out there on the hills at night — or the silver of the sagebrush way off into the distance as well as nearby — seem to touch my lips and my cheek as it does.

- Georgia O’Keeffe, 1929

dadada,
me

I'm not an ant-smoking Nazi or anything...

2011-06-21T21:53:00.001-05:00

But, check this out!

dadada,
me

If you must believe in something, let it be this:

2011-06-21T21:04:00.001-05:00

dadada,
me

Little bird, little bird...

2011-06-10T13:57:00.013-05:00

“I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg!”
- James M. Barrie

“Little bird, little Chaveleh,
I don’t understand what’s happening today,
Everything is all a blur.
All I can see is a happy thing,
The sweet little bird you were,
Chaveleh, Chaveleh.

Little bird, little Chaveleh,
You were always such a pretty little thing,
Everybody’s favorite bird.
Gentle and kind and affectionate
What a sweet little bird you were,
Chaveleh, Chaveleh...”
- Sheldon Harnick

“I know what I know
A wind in the trees
And a road that goes winding under
From here I see rain, I hear thunder
Somewhere there’s sun,
And you don’t need a reason

Little bird, little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said, say it again
They tell me I’m crazy
But you told me I’m golden
I’m golden...”
- Deb Talan and Steve Tannen

To the little bird that we didn’t know nearly long enough:

Now, it doesn’t hurt.
Now, you’re not hungry.
Now, your wings work.
Now, you’re not alone.

Love,
us (djk)

Word.

2011-05-02T19:38:00.000-05:00

Oh, yes! I'm VERY, very relieved tonight. I will definitely NOT make the same mistake again.

dadada,
me

Sour times

2011-04-28T12:21:00.002-05:00

To pretend no one can find the fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes, courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now

’Cause nobody loves me, it’s true
Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief that fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye, end the vows, no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now

’Cause nobody loves me, it’s true
Not like you do

Who am I, what and why?
’Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday of these sour times
’Cause nobody loves me, it’s true
Not like you do

After time the bitter taste of innocence, decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives, mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide

’Cause nobody loves me, it’s still true
Not like you do

dadada,
me (and Portishead)

Good morning, son

2011-04-09T09:28:00.014-05:00

Good morning, son
I am a bird, wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo’s only $9.95
It’s okay, you don’t have to pay
I’ve got all the change

Everybody knows it hurts to grow up
And everybody does (it’s so weird to be back here)
Let me tell you what…the years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
And you’re so much like me…I’m sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we’ll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you about today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain, sunny days and rain
I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows it sucks to grow up
And everybody does (its so weird to be back here)
Let me tell you what…the years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
You’ll try and try and one day you’ll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain, sunny days and rain
I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows it hurts to grow up
And everybody does, it’s so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what…the years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
Oh, we’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it

And you’re so much like me…I’m sorry

dadada,
me (mom of a 15-year old today)

3 months

2011-03-26T09:31:00.002-05:00

As of this morning, I have been "smober" for 3 months, 5 days, 14 hrs and 28 minutes. I have not smoked 669 cigarettes, saving me $133.79, I've reclaimed 2 days, 7 hours and 45 minutes of my life.

dadada,
me

Can't wait until it says 3 months!

2011-03-19T09:03:00.006-05:00

My quit stats (as of today, at 0900):

* I have not smoked for two months, three weeks, five days, 13 hours, 3 minutes and 0 seconds.
* I have not smoked 619 cigarettes.
* I have saved $123.96.
* I have added 2 days, 3 hours, 35 minutes to my life.

dadada,
me

Why I’m thinking of buying a Panzer...

2011-03-17T21:55:00.009-05:00

Have you ever asked yourself what it would be like to replace your boring old sedan or SUV with an ass-kicking, impenetrable monster of a tank (like the Panzer) for your morning and afternoon commute? Well...I have, and I came up with a few reasons why this armored combat vehicle shouldn’t be so quickly dismissed:

1) Snow and ice are simply no match for the weight and girth of one of these bad boys.
2) The city could hire YOU to plow their roads. Think of what kind of cash you could pull in doing that.
3) Slow and otherwise annoying fellow travelers would be so easily dealt with, even for a pacifist like myself. I mean, honestly, who is going to fuck with you when they see that in their rearview?
4) Getting carjacked? Yeah right.
5) Cell reception would probably be non-existent, but with the amount of room inside one of those babies, you and your entire office could carpool.

Think about it.

dadada,
me

Useless talent #27

2011-02-14T20:12:00.004-06:00

This site is chock-full of good stuff. For instance, I just found out that I would survive for about twenty-two seconds if I were to kick a bear in the balls. So yeah, useful information.

Created by Oatmeal

dadada,
me

Dreams, revisited

2011-02-05T08:35:00.006-06:00

Okay, today’s topic will be the weird dreams that I’ve been having this week. They seem to come and go in waves; I’ll have a number of them back-to-back, and then nothing for a couple of months. This week, though, I’m on a roll again.

I’ve always thought of myself as quite uncreative. I mean, I can expound upon an idea like no one’s business, but I’m not very adept at coming up with anything original, if that makes sense. Then, there are these dreams. I’ve blogged about a few of them before, but I think I’ll relate the two that I remember vividly from just a few nights ago, just for posterity’s sake.

So in the first one, my friends Amy and Tim and I are hanging out next to a car (probably one of ours?). It was around sunset during the summertime, so we were just talking and not doing much. All of a sudden, Tim turns to Amy and says, “How do you get her to shut up?” referring to me. I must explain: I’ve been known to talk a lot...very fast. I don’t even notice it, but I guess it gets old after awhile sometimes? So anyway, Amy says to Tim, very matter of factly, “Oh, well, one of her exes used to just pin her to the floor and kiss her. That stops the talking pretty quickly.” So Tim proceeds to do this, except that what he pins me to isn’t floor; it’s pavement. And then I realise that our heads aren’t 20 feet from an expressway during rush hour (that dream ended when my neighbor started pounding on my door [in real life] to tell me that she'd accidentally broken my snow shovel--don’t ask.)

The next one is actually more retarded than the previous, if you can believe it. In it, I’m married to Brandon Walsh (the one from Beverly Hills, 90210). Not Jason Priestley, mind you, BRANDON, which is ridiculous, because everyone who knows me knows that I am so not attracted to blonde-haired, blue-eyed guys. Especially tiny ones that have no meat on their bones. Anyway, maybe because of this, in the dream, I am somewhat ambivalent to the union. Then I find out that Brandon is a secret alcoholic, and he's asked me to come to his first AA meeting.

While I enjoy remembering these dreams, I'd sure like to know if they mean anything on a grander scale than just my brain getting some weird stuff out while I'm sleeping. Any thoughts would be appreciated.

dadada,
me

Smoke-free status: 6 weeks and counting

2011-02-01T21:32:00.000-06:00

dadada,
me

My ‘win’ Blackberry background

2011-01-29T08:55:00.008-06:00

A combination of two of my favorite things: Snoopy and Starry Night by Van Gogh. Lame phone background? I think not!

dadada,
me

Pilgrim Soul

2011-01-27T20:55:00.007-06:00

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true?
But one loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled;
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid their face amid a crowd of stars.

dadada,
Yeats

“This is a ride, not a fight.”

2011-01-25T08:35:00.003-06:00

Citywide rodeo, you set on the stage
Where all the clowns will go when they feel their age

I know that you think you’re not good for anything
The world makes you feel so small
Get on your wooden horse
This is a ride, not a fight
No need to save face,
Say “Goodnight, Grace. Good night, Grace.”

There’s dust on the stadium seats, there’s dust in your hair
You wonder how fast you’ll go when you hit the air
I know that you think you’re not good for anything
The world makes you feel so small
Get on your wooden horse
This is a ride, not a fight
No need to save face,
Say “Goodnight, Grace. Good night, Grace.”

And oh, isn’t it strange how things can change you?
And isn’t it plain that some things un-name you
So don’t ask anybody else.

Citywide rodeo, step into your car
Look up at the indigo and pick out your star.
I know that you think you’re not good for anything
The world makes you feel so small
Get on your wooden horse
This is a ride, not a fight
No need to save face,
Say “Goodnight, Grace. Good night, Grace.”

dadada,
me

Most creative use of the periodic table…

2011-01-19T14:49:00.000-06:00

WIN!

dadada,
me

Nest Egg/New Year’s Resolution Finalized

2011-01-06T08:44:00.002-06:00

So, this morning, I was looking online at my checking account, mostly just trying to find out if my rent check had cleared yet, and I noticed that my savings account balance was at $0.00. It’s not an area that I peruse on a regular basis, but on a whim, I decided to plop $35.00 into savings by way of an easy “funds transfer” button designed expressly to move money back and forth between savings and checking. Pretty nifty!

Anyway, this got me thinking. I really need to start putting money back on a regular basis. Not for a rainy day, because God knows with a 14-year old, that will probably never happen, but as I get older, having a little nest egg is seemingly more and more important.

With that said, I’d like to announce that I have decided what my new year’s resolution will be: Saving $20.00 every month in my savings account. Sounds like nothing, probably, but you have to start somewhere. I will do my level best to report each month’s total savings here on my blog, as a way of keeping myself on track. I figure, at the very least, I’ll have a great Christmas fund to fall back on.

Wish me luck! =]

dadada,
me

2011-01-03T08:51:00.002-06:00

So here we are, at the beginning of another year, and 2011 is important for a few noteworthy reasons (in no particular order):
1) My car tags expire at the end of March;
2) I turn 40 this year;
3) My driver’s license expires in August, so there goes my skinny picture.

Some other things to note:
1) I’ve quit smoking already, so I can’t really call that a new year’s resolution;
2) Having quit smoking, I should probably resolve that I will lose some weight;
3) I’d also like to make a resolution that I’ll blog at least once a week, but what with my boring lifestyle, I get writer’s block so often that I just can’t guarantee it.

Let me know what your resolutions are. Maybe I’ll be inspired! =]

dadada,
me

“You’re using your headphones to drown out your mind...”

2010-12-23T18:43:00.004-06:00

It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song
You can't believe it; you were always singing along
It was so easy and the words so sweet
You can't remember, you try to feel the beat

You spend half of your life trying to fall behind
You’re using your headphones to drown out your mind
It was so easy, and the words so sweet
You can't remember,
You try to move your feet eet eeet eeet

Someone’s deciding whether or not to steal
He opens a window just to feel the chill
He hears that outside a small boy just started to cry
’Cause it’s his turn, but his brother won't let him try

(Eet, by Regina Spektor)

dadada,
me

Inertia

2010-12-12T12:20:00.007-06:00

Have you ever wanted to do something but you just keep holding back, not because you’re afraid to try, but because stagnation is sometimes a little bit more comfortable? Probably sounds silly. I’m thirty-nine years old, but I guess I still do it. It’s like whatever glue holds my day together and makes it bearable is the same stuff that keeps me from really taking chances sometimes.

My family teases me that I’m like a shut-in sometimes; or a better description would be that I’m a homebody. Maybe it’s something that I’ve grown into, but I like things stable and neat and predictable and perhaps that’s why for the past couple of years, I’ve been afraid to branch out and do something different. I mean, for the most part, right, wrong or whatever, I’ve settled down in the past few years. A lot.

I guess I figure I’ve earned a lot of the hassle that had become a part of my daily life. I’ve fucked up a lot and fucked over a lot of people. So yeah...maybe keeping my mouth shut and not standing up for myself could probably be construed as a self-imposed sentence of penance. Or whatever. Maybe that’s just my Catholic upbringing rearing its’ ugly head. I don’t really know.

Regardless, a couple of months ago, I started in motion the wheels of change that have brought me to where I’m at right now. It hasn’t been easy and there have been weeks where it was downright miserable financially because I was between paychecks, but I’m back on the other side of the hump and I’m telling you that I wouldn’t trade it for the world...being where I am now compared to where I was even six weeks ago.

So even though that means that you will probably continue to know where I’m at most of the time (or will at least be able to get me by text), I finally did take a chance and decided to do something different in a big way. I guess deep down, I knew that as tempting as inertia had become, standing up for myself and making a change has really been the best thing I’ve done in a long time, and I’m pretty proud of myself.

dadada,
me

On being happy

2010-11-07T21:45:00.006-06:00

I think I’ve come to the realization that the main difference between being happy and not being happy is that when you’re happy, you’ve just got a lot more to lose. Seems pretty obvious when you think about it, right?

Anyway...now that we’ve established that, anyone have any ideas about how to successfully apply this to the real world?

dadada,
me

We have the facts, and we're voting "no" (sorry, dcfc)

2010-10-17T10:41:00.008-05:00

I hate to say this, but I'm disappointed by recent releases from Death Cab for Cutie. What happened to the stumbling, emotionally unsure lyrics and chords that For What Reason? is known for? Or how about the sounds of a train's wheels moving underneath the beautiful and haunting melody of Transatlanticism? I honestly think that the lyrics to We Looked Like Giants was one of the things that helped me get through my last breakup. And consider the downright brutal honesty of the lyrics of Tiny Vessels and God forbid, let's not forget almost every single song on the Plans CD.

I don't know. With only a couple of exceptions from their recent releases, (Narrow Stairs and the Open Door ep), I feel like the gut-wrenchingness of their music has been lost. Is it because Plans seemed to catapult them into stardom after years of only a few of us knowing who they were? Whatever the reason, I miss the old Death Cab for Cutie. They were the entire package: lyrics, melodies, messages, undertones = everything. I sure hope that despite their popularity, their sold out shows and rocketing CD sales, and all of the fan-crazed panty-flinging that they're now enjoying, they can find their way back to what they used to be: one of my favorite musical/emotional outlets. I sure miss them.

dadada,
me

P.S. ♫ "I need you so much closer." ♪

My heart...

2010-10-15T11:45:00.005-05:00

At the Uptown tonight. Cost of admission is worth it just for this one song. Enjoy. ♥♥

Band of Horses: “The Funeral” (2006)

dadada,
me

MC Questionnaire

2010-09-29T12:10:00.006-05:00

What do you wish you knew five years ago?
How quickly my son’s childhood is passing by.

What’s your best attribute?
I am dogged when I set my mind to something.

I’m a good friend because…
I’m not catty, and I’ll tell you the truth…eventually.

What’s your hidden talent?
Chili-making.

I can’t go to sleep until I’ve…
Read a few pages of a book. Doesn’t matter what book.

What’s your favorite indulgence?
Crabby swiss soup from the Cafeteria at work. Yummmm.

Fave drugstore makeup?
That’s the only kind I use, so…I would have to say Maybelline Great Lash. I’ve used it since high school.

What’s the highlight of the best vacation you’ve ever taken?
Grand Canyon on my birthday in 2008.

What are you most proud of?
How far I’ve come in the past three years. It’s like I’ve lived three lifetimes in that timespan.

dadada,
me

The new me....thanks to some crafty digital photo editing

2010-08-29T00:50:00.007-05:00

and

(I think I look rather petulant in this one, but when I tried it with a smiley pic, it just didn’t work.)

Stay tuned for more fun and frivolity...

dadada,
me

Stockholm - 1/31/08

2010-08-21T11:54:00.004-05:00

“Love is like a cloud, holds a lot of rain.”

dadada,
me

How did I get so lost?

2010-08-17T10:19:00.007-05:00

“Sometimes, I think that if it were possible to tell a story often enough to make the hurt ease up, to make the words slide down my arms and away from me like water, I would tell that story a thousand times.”

dadada,
me

Thirty...nine?

2010-08-07T11:11:00.015-05:00

From Wikipedia.org:
“39 (thirty-nine) is the natural number following 38 and preceding 40.”

Today, at 9:30am, I turned thirty-nine years old. It’s kind of staggering to think that I’m almost forty. I guess mainly because I don’t feel that old. Well, I guess that in some ways I do. I mean, these days, I get stiff from sitting for too long, whereas I used to not be troubled by stuff like that. I also have to have a special pillow now to keep my back from aching when I wake up in the morning.

So, it would be far more accurate to say that, while my body might feel thirty-nine, my spirit, my mind, my soul, my heart...well, they all feel closer to twenty-four, with my whole life still ahead of me.

And while this may be corny, and something I probably never would have thought to do on the day that I actually did turn twenty-four, I feel I should give thanks to everyone that has helped me reach this ripe old age. There are people that have been here forever with me, seeing me through everything that life offers: love, happiness, and heartbreak, and of course, there are some wonderful additions that are more recent.

So I want to say “thank you” to all of you. You know who you are. And let me say, it feels great to be thirty-nine. ♥ ♥ ♥

“Our youth is fleeting; old age is just around the bend,
And I can't wait to go grey.
And I’ll sit and wonder of every love that could have been,
If I’d only thought of something charming to say.”

dadada,
me

Nuages

2010-07-28T11:52:00.005-05:00

“We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain.”
Henry David Thoreau

dadada,
me

Something to keep in mind

2010-07-12T21:34:00.001-05:00

dadada,
me

F-R-E-E

2010-07-06T09:43:00.028-05:00

Oh, the folly of youth. Today, July 6, 2010, I will look back on the things I did when I was younger that, in retrospect, were pretty effin’ stupid. Oh, but to again have the nerve to leap without looking; I sure miss that. Sometimes, I wish “growing up” and “self-protection” weren’t mutually exclusive terms.

And so, as Ben Folds once sang:

“Tourists wear their wallets in high places when abroad,
So as not to be ripped off in ways to which they’re not apprised;
Lawyers write some goofy terms in letters to the future,
So as not to get all screwed by methods here and after devised.”

So will (and have) I.

dadada,
me

The best day of the year!

2010-07-04T21:41:00.005-05:00

Oh, Independence Day, how I love thee!!! To see more from the 2010 4th of July Firework set on my Flickr page, just click here.

Wait for it....you know the end of the show is the best!

dadada,
me

One of these days

2010-07-01T11:53:00.007-05:00

Sometimes I wonder how I could let things slide for so long…the handle that I had on that one thing that I’d been wrestling with for what seems like eons. In some ways, despite how it looks, I’ve got everything else in my happy little world squared away much better than I did back then. Maybe it doesn’t look that way, but I do. So why would I wish it were different?

The funny thing is that my metamorphosis (of sorts) followed a pretty much stereotypical path, as far as where it took me and where I ended up taking myself (which is probably why part of me thinks it would be different this time, and that I’d be more in control of the situation).

On the other hand (because isn’t there always another hand?), I’m scared that maybe it’s been too long, and I’m too old to handle doing this again. It’s my way to cut corners if I can, and time isn’t on my side anymore.

dadada,
me

♫ ♪
“One of these days the mountains are gonna fall into the sea and they’ll know,
’Cause even though you left me here I have nothing left to fear,
These are only walls that hold me here.”
♫ ♪

The spirit of unconscious life

2010-06-29T09:38:00.007-05:00

The Picture or the Lover’s Resolution
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Onward still I toil,
Soar up, and form a melancholy vault
High o’er me, murmuring like a distant sea.
Here wisdom might resort, and here remorse;
Here too the love-lorn man, who, sick in soul.

And of this busy human heart aweary,
Worships the spirit of unconscious life
In tree or wild-flower — gentle lunatic;
If so he might not wholly cease to be,
He would far rather not be that he is;
But would be something that he knows not of,
In winds or waters, or among the rocks!
But hence, fond wretch! breathe not contagion here!
No myrtle-walks are these: these are no groves
Where Love dare loiter! If in sullen mood
He should stray hither, the low stumps shall gore
His dainty feet, the briar and the thorn
Make his plumes haggard. Like a wounded
bird.

I can now with my own fancies
Play the merry fool,
And laugh away worse folly, being free.
Here will I seat myself, beside this old,
Hollow, and weedy oak, which ivy-twine
Clothes as with net-work: here will couch my limbs,
Close by this river, in this silent shade,
As safe and sacred from the step of man
As an invisible world--unheard, unseen,
And listening only to the pebbly brook
That murmurs with a dead, yet tinkling sound;
Not to thee, and full of love to all, save only me;
And not ungentle e’en to me! My heart,
Why beats it thus?

The night draws on-such ways are hard to hit--
And fit it is I should restore this sketch,
Dropt unawares no doubt. Why should I yearn
To keep the relique? ‘twill but idly feed
The passion that consumes me. Let me haste!
The picture in my hand which she has left.

dadada,
me

Hard-working, alpha male, jackhammer

2010-06-22T13:41:00.015-05:00

Quotes from around the way [I’ll add more as I think of them]:

• “What’s wrong with you?”
• “It’s been a weird day. I accidentally cross-dressed.”

• “I have so much strength inside of me. You have no idea. I have love in my life and it makes me stronger than anything you can imagine. So, I would say ‘that’s that’, Mattress Man.”

• “I didn’t ask for a shrink; that must’ve been somebody else. Also, that pudding isn’t mine. Also, I’m wearing this suit today because I had a very important meeting this morning…and I don’t have a crying problem.”

• “Bears eat beets. Bears...beets...Battle Star Galactica.”

• “I’m so sorry I left you at the hospital. Um…I called a phone-sex line. Yeah, I called a phone-sex line before I met you, and four blond brothers came after me and they hurt you. And, and I have a lot of pudding, and in six to eight weeks it can be redeemed. So, if you could just give me that much time, I think I can get enough mileage to go with you wherever you go if you have to travel for your work, because I don’t ever want to be anywhere without you. So could you just let me redeem the mileage?”

• “You think you can catch Keyser Soze? You think a guy like that comes this close to getting caught, and then sticks his head out? If he comes up for anything it’ll be to get rid of me. After that, my guess is you’ll never hear from him again. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. And like that...poof! He’s gone.”

• “You know, if I were to die right now, in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend...well, that would just be ok.”

• “Rev up those fryers, ’cause I am sure hungry for one...HELP! HELP!! My LEG!!!”

• “You’ve got two jobs: kiss good, and make sure my hair doesn’t get wet.”

• “You know, a bar offers all kinds of things other than alcohol, such as women, nacho-grande platters, and the fellowship of fascinating individuals, like Warren here. Alcohol is just a lubricant for all the individual encounters that a bar offers.”

• “Okay, mean girl in a high school movie. You through havin’ a tantrum?”
• “I am not having a tantrum.”
• “Oh yes you are. You’ve been in the car all of two seconds and you’re already cursin’ at me.”
• “I am not cursin’ at you.
• “You said, ‘Jesus Christ, Shanna’, and before the sentence was over, you threw a ‘fuckin’ in there to emphasize your irritatedness.

• “My point is…my point is that a penis—when seen in the right context—is the most wonderful sight for a woman. But in the wrong context it is like a monster movie.”

• “We have a lot of angry customers out there. This puts us at threat-level ‘midnight’.”

• “Jumpin’ off the roof, bouncin’ on a bouncy-bounce, show ’em whose boss. RIP A HOLE IN THE SUN!”

• “Rule 17: don’t turn your back on bears, men you have wronged, and the dominant male turkey during mating season.”

• “Look, the problem is that people who are really suffering from a medical condition won’t receive the care they need because someone in this office is coming up with ridiculous stuff: count choculitis, uh, leprosy, flesh-eating bacteria, hot dog fingers, government-created killer nano-robot infection, spontaneous dental hydroplosion? Come on!”

• “How would I describe myself? Three words: Hard-working. Alpha male. Jackhammer. Merciless. Insatiable.”

dadada,
me

Un-lived lives in your veins

2010-06-14T12:43:00.004-05:00

“As a girl you see the world as a giant candy store filled with sweet candy and such. But one day you look around and you see a prison, and you’re on death row. You wanna run or scream or cry but something’s locking you up. Are the other folks just cows chewing their cud until the hour comes when their heads roll? Or are they just keeping quiet like you, planning their escape?

After living in the dark for so long, a glimpse of the light can make you giddy. Strange thoughts come into your head and you better think ’em. Has a special fate been calling you and you’re not listening? Is there a secret message right in front of you and you’re not reading it? Is this your last, best chance? Are you gonna take it? Or are you going to the grave with unlived lives in your veins?”

dadada,
me

Oh Mercy, Mercy Me

2010-06-10T11:16:00.015-05:00

♫♪ “Whoa, oh, mercy mercy me,
Oh, things ain’t what they used to be, now.
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison in the wind that blows from the north and south and east.

Whoa, oh, mercy, mercy me, mercy father,
Oh things ain’t what they used to be, now,
Oil wasted on the ocean and upon our seas, fish full of mercury,
Radiation underground and in the sky,
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying.

What about this overcrowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?” ♫♪

dadada,
me

The Last Race

2010-06-04T19:16:00.024-05:00

Maybe I’m posting this because of my recent obsession with muscle car exploitation films from the ’70s, or maybe I just really like this song. Either way, listening to it, I feel like Zoe Bell playing “Ship’s Mast” in Quentin Tarantino’s totally f’n bad-ass movie Grindhouse: Death Proof (before Stuntman Mike catches up with them, of course).

So without further ado, enjoy the song The Last Race by Jack Nitzsche...

dadada,
me

***P.S. I have the mp3 if anyone wants it. :)

****P.S.S. Click here if you want to see the video from where the above pic came from. There’s an extended intro to the actual part where Zoe Bell plays “Ship’s Mast”, but it’s absolutely worth it.

Have I blogged this before? If not, it’s a shame.

2010-05-28T13:19:00.002-05:00

God, that was strange to see you again,
Introduced by a friend of a friend.
Smiled and said “Yes, I think we’ve met before”;
In that instant it started to pour.
Captured a taxi despite all the rain,
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain.
And all of the time you thought I was sad,
I was trying to remember your name.

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin,
Tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in.
Now you’re outside me,
You see all the beauty,
Repent all your sin.

It’s nothing but time and a face that you lose,
I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose,
I’ll write you a postcard,
I’ll send you the news,
From a house down the road from real love.

Live through this, and you won’t look back...

There’s one thing I want to say (so I’ll be brave):
You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave.
I’m not sorry I met you,
I’m not sorry it’s over,
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save.

dadada,
me

This really sums it up, don’t you think?

2010-05-27T08:44:00.002-05:00

Exquisite!

dadada,
me

75 Questions: For Dione [because she likes them so much]

2010-05-26T12:46:00.007-05:00

1. First thing you wash in the shower?
my bootay. just kidding. my hair.

2. What color is your favorite hoodie?
navy blue

3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
yes

4.Do you plan outfits?
no

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?
waiting for this survey to pick up

6. What’s the closest thing to you that’s red?
clipboard

7. Do you say aim or a-i-m?
neither

8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?
i don’t remember what it was, but i woke up crying and that sucked

9. Did you meet anybody new today?
yes

10. What are you craving right now?
pizza with italian sausage

11. Do you floss?
yes

12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?
regurgitate

13. When was the last time you talked on aim?
wtf is aim. i use yahoo! ims

14. Are you emotional?
well yes, but it’s deep down and it’s protected by a moat of scorching hot lava. just kidding.

15. Would you dance to the taco song?
give me enough beer and i’ll dance to anything.

16. Have you ever counted to 1,000?
sure

17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?
both?

18. Do you like your hair?
yes

19. Do you like yourself?
yes

20. Have you ever met a celebrity?
yes - john denver and ben folds. in that order. oh, and alan thicke but he denied that he was alan thicke and I think that had something to do with the fact that he was in a taco bell drive-thru in warrensburg, mo. but i know that it was him.

21. Do you like cottage cheese?
omfg i fricken LOVE cottage cheese.

22. What are you listening to right now?
nothing.

23. How many countries have you visited?
um, three.

24. Are your parents strict?
lol i’m the parent around here, cowboy.

25. Would you go sky diving?
hell no.

26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?
no.

27. Would you throw potatoes at him?
no, i’m irish. we don’t waste potatos.

28. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in?
’fraid not.

29. Have you ever been in a castle?
yes.

30. Do you rent movies often?
constantly…from Netflix.

32. Have you made a prank phone call?
not in a long time.

33. Do you own a gun?
no

34. Can you count backwards from 74?
yes.

36. Brown or white eggs?
either

37. Do you own something from Hot Topic?
yes

38. Ever been on a train?
yes

39. Ever been in love?
yes

40. Do you have a cell-phone?
yes

41. Are you too forgiving?
yes

42. Do you use chap stick?
in the winter, yes

43. What is your best friend doing tomorrow?
well, based on what we just talked about, she’s probably eating pizza.

44. Can you use chop sticks?
yes.

45. Ever have cream puffs?
yes.

46. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?
no.

47. What was the last question you asked?
“oh, why not?”

48. What was the last CD you bought?
owl city. it was for danny, i swear to god.

51. Is your hair curly?
unfortunately.

52. Last time you cried?
the other night, i woke up crying. how’s that for retarded?

53. Ever walked into a wall?
lol yes.

54. Do looks matter?
ultimately, no. intelligence and sense of humor are more important. sounds cliche, but it’s true.

55. Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun?
no.

56. Have you ever slapped someone?
hells, yes.

57. Favorite time of the year?
spring.

58. Favorite color?
pink and orange.

59. Are you sarcastic?
buhahahaha....i read that as “are you sadistic?”

60. Do you have any tattoos?
yes.

61. The last person you held hands with?
idk. can’t remember.

62. Do you sleep with the TV on?
no.

63. Where was your default picture taken at?
idk. it’s not me.

64. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?
no.

65. Do you like your life right now?
yes.

66. How often do you talk on the phone?
every day.

67. What is your favorite animal?
manatee!

68. What was the most recent thing you bought?
my lunch.

69. Do you have good vision?
no.

70. Can you hula hoop?
yes.

72. Do you have a job?
yes.

73. Can you handle the truth?
i already know the truth, thanks.

74. What are you wearing?
nothing to write home about.

75. Have you ever crawled through a window?
yes, a few times.

dadada,
me

Because it’s been awhile

2010-05-25T13:18:00.007-05:00

Is it cruel to keep a dog in a cage or tied up most of the time?:
yes.

About what things are you most selfish?:
sleep time and reading time.

Do you have a dream that repeats again and again? What is it?:
no.

What makes you feel secure and safe?:
being freshly showered and having just paid all my bills and then being tucked into my bed with a book. yes, it’s a very specific fantasy.

Are you able to keep secrets? Is it hard for you?:
yes i can keep them and no it’s not hard.

Is there anything you constantly worry about?:
money/responsibility/etc.

What makes you feel important?:
when i’ve done a good job.

Why do you feel that you are trustworthy?:
lol, pardon me?

Are there any rituals you do everyday? What are they?:
the two things that i cannot get through any day without doing are 1) showering; and 2) watching ‘the office’.

What makes life worth living?:
danny and music.

Are you camera shy? Why/why not?:
yes - because i’m better at taking pictures than i am appearing in them.

Do you/would you allow your pet on your bed? Even if they shed?:
of course and she does shed.

Do you fear looking older? Why/why not?:
yes, maybe because I’ve always been the baby.

What’s the last song you listened to?
“right here” by staind

Live to eat or eat to live?:
well, I eat to live and I live to drink coffee.

Do you have any allergies? If yes, what are they?:
yes, hayfever and cats.

Have you ever been hospitalized? If yes, what for?:
yes, right before danny was born.

Have you ever traveled out of the country? Where/why not?:
yes, to canada and mexico. whooeee.

What do you think about pornography?:
whatever gets you through the day. who am I to judge?

How do you feel about people who wear (real) fur coats?:
not much.

Do you believe that most people are trustworthy and honest?:
to a certain extent, i suppose.

Do you believe in ghosts, angels or aliens?:
lol depends on what show i’m watching.

Are you ever able to fall asleep with the lights/TV/radio on?:
no.

What chore do you detest the most? Why?:
laundry, because it blows.

Do you think you read too much or too little?:
not enough.

What role does art play in your life?:
an indispensable one.

Do you work better alone or in a team? Why?:
alone, because.

How is the oposite sex a mystery to you?:
well, i think that men’s and women’s brains are wired differently in some ways. naturally, that would make one a mystery to the other, at least to a certain extent.

dadada,
me

Wires and Waves

2010-05-20T18:58:00.008-05:00

There are twelve hours, a day between us,
There are oceans and waves and wires between us,
And you called to say you’re getting older.
And sometimes planes smash up in the sky,
And sometimes lonely hearts just get lonelier.

How did you survive all those fires and floods?
How did you survive your insufferable friends?
It was the plow that broke the western plains,
And it’s just my heart that gets rejected by my veins.
And sometimes planes smash up in the sky,
And sometimes lonely hearts just get lonelier and lonelier.

dadada,
me

Mitty Jean (1996? - 2010)

2010-05-17T06:47:00.025-05:00

When Danny was just two months old, I saw little Mitty Jean for the first time on Channel 9’s “Adopt-A-Pet”, which was a 20 second commercial that the station used to play. It featured dogs and cats that were available for adoption from local animal shelters. Anyway, I don’t remember why I thought she was so special. She had the silliest name ever…Misty Lady...(which we immediately changed). She wasn't a puppy, and they had this dorky scarf around her neck. At any rate, she was cute and so we went and got her.

Mitty loved to chase cats and drive them absolutely insane. She also loved to have her little head rubbed and her back petted. Her place was under the coffee table [as you can see in the above photo], and no matter where we took her, everyone thought she was a princess and fawned over her as such.

In 2008, well into her teens, she dodged a bullet and we were given another year and a half with her. Even so...even with a scare like that, I took her time with us for granted. I wish I hadn’t, but I did.

She was a part of our family for fourteen years, and I’m not sure exactly how old she was when we first brought her home with that daft scarf around her neck, but I guess I figured she’d live forever (irrational as that sounds). I was wrong, of course. She died last night.

I love you, my Mitty, my Misty Lady, my Mitzi, my Dancing Queen, my Jackie Mason. Such a gentle soul you were, and weren’t we lucky to have had you in our family? I hope you remember us and how much we all love you.

love,
your sissy

Inconsistent

2010-05-12T07:09:00.025-05:00

From Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary:
inconsistent: (adjective) lacking consistency, as:

not compatible with another fact or claim (inconsistent statements)

containing incompatible elements (an inconsistent argument)

incoherent or illogical in thought or actions

I guess most things in life are pretty clear. Black isn’t white and cats aren’t dogs and “country” and “music” are mutually exclusive (just kidding) so on and so forth. And I’d like to think that my beliefs and opinions, for the most part, are homogeneous with each other (i.e. the way I vote much pretty much tell you the things I support and things I don’t).

However…

The argument for or against Auto-tuning in music and CGI in films has opened up an entirely different playing field in my brain.

Ask anyone I know: I really hate CGI in movies. Even good CGI. As Rose McGowan pointed out in Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof (btw, one of the best movies of all time), most of the stunts and action sequences you see from Hollywood these days are CGI. And I guess the reason I don’t like it is because it feels like a dirty gyp. I mean, it looks cool and all, but you know it’s not real and that pisses me off. Granted, logically, I understand that they were never going to be able to make a real tidal wave to close out Deep Impact, but still.

Auto-tuning, though…well, that is a different story. And herein lies the inconsistency within me. In high school, I was the geek that hummed songs from musicals right along with whatever was current on the radio. In college, I majored in music, and spent a good many years not listening to much besides the stuff I was playing in symphony or singing for recitals.

So, you might say that I’m more of a musical purist than the average Joe. Even so, I love the sound of auto-tuning in music, so much so that it doesn’t matter that Akon probably can’t even sing to save his life without it. It totally makes that Ke$ha song worthy of my iPod. And OMG what would Daft Punk’s One More Time have been without it? Honestly?

So there you have it. I admit that in this case, I’m totally inconsistent.

dadada,
me

P.S. I really hope Dr. Resch never reads this post.

Pure Imagination

2010-05-06T09:11:00.000-05:00

Come with me, and you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look, and you’ll see
Into your imagination

We’ll begin with a spin
Traveling in the world of my creation
What we’ll see will defy…
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There’s nothing to it…

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be

dadada,
me

Juliet's Sassy, Gay Friend

2010-04-27T19:56:00.010-05:00

Just had to add this one. I think it might be even better than the Hamlet one. You be the judge?

dadada,
me

Ophelia's Sassy, Gay Friend

2010-04-20T11:45:00.003-05:00

Need help getting over a lying, cheating ex-bf/husband? All you need is your own Sassy Gay Friend!

::sigh:: Reminds me how much I miss college.

dadada,
me

15 years later...

2010-04-19T07:23:00.002-05:00

Just got a text from my mother that read: ”Fifteen yrs since okla city.”

We visited there when Danny was about six. It’s totally different now, of course. Where the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building was on 4/19/1995, there’s now a rectangular reflecting pool. At each end of the pool, there are two stone walls, one reading 9:01 and the other 9:03. That part of the memorial, in and of itself, is tremendously moving. Next to the pool, however, they’ve also placed a chair for each person that was killed that day, approximately in the spot where they were sitting when the bomb detonated.

I won’t hash over all the details, because probably everyone knows them to a certain degree, but I hope everyone remembers today.

dadada,
me

♫ Results are psychosomatic ♫

2010-04-16T13:25:00.013-05:00

♪♫

Healing is difficult
Often, results are psychosomatic
I admit to enjoying drugs
They get rid of tension, boredom and static
I hate those adverse side effects
Forcing the people who love me to scatter
Excuse me for being such a hypocrite
The way I see it really doesn’t matter

Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me?
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity?

To tell you the truth
I can’t believe I love you so much
So much in fact that I don’t know
Whether to weep or wind my watch
I have a sick sense of humor
It amazes me how many points it scores
I’m addicted to vices
My best friends are pushers, my boyfriends are whores

Simple to see why I breathe; no one bothers me completely

Waking up next to you
The flies in the front room
Buzz round my head and try to seduce me
If I contract illness
The last thing I want is to pass it on to others
Fucking leaves guilt pangs
When I start forgetting the names of my lovers

Why do you cock your head to the side when you look at me?
Why are my skills in bed more important than sanity? ♪♫

♪♫

dadada,
me

Food for Thought

2010-04-15T10:50:00.009-05:00

I wonder why it’s so easy to tell a friend that they’re “better off” when a relationship goes south [and believe it], but it’s so hard to apply that encouragement to ourselves [and believe it!] when we’re in the same situation?

dadada,
me

Deus ex machina

2010-04-02T07:24:00.003-05:00

Since I haven’t blogged in awhile (and that’s partly because I haven’t really had anything interesting to write about), I started thinking about possible topics this morning on my way in to work. To be honest, I don’t really like blogging just for the sake of blogging. I get more satisfaction, as it were, from posting something that I just felt I had to get off my chest.

Anyway, I switched the radio over to NPR at one point during my drive in because the Buzz insists upon playing the Smashing Pumpkins every fkn time I’m in the car, and when I tuned in, the topic at hand was the recent abuse cases that have just surfaced regarding the Catholic church.

Anyone who knows me knows that I haven’t been to church since the summer of 2004. It certainly wasn’t an abrupt thing. And I still find myself looking back fondly at my life as a Catholic. Still, this story made me think of all the years I did call myself Catholic and what has changed since I decided I wasn’t.

I no longer go to church every Sunday. I don’t miss doing that every week. I guess I enjoyed it when I was little because there is a certain magic involved in the ritual of mass, but as I got older, it became something that kept me from sleeping in on Sundays. A chore.

I think the last thing I really connected with at church was singing at Midnight Mass in 2003. I picked a Christmas song that I really love, Gabriel’s Message. If I could have had that feeling every week, maybe things would have turned out different. I don’t know that I feel God has made the kind of difference in my life that others claim He has.

Anyway, I don’t really know where I was going with this post, but I guess I might come back at some point and finish it up because I’ve sort of run myself out of time to write. More later?

dadada,
me

Shiny, happy people

2010-03-19T10:41:00.005-05:00

“They say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” – Andy Warhol

So, what’s one tiny change you’d like to make today?

I saw this question on SoulPancake.com and thought it would be a nice thing to think about. Small changes never seem to amount to much, but maybe the idea is a small change here, another small change there, and before you know it, there’s a difference in the way you do things. Well, let’s see:

The (not so) tiny change that I’d like to make today is to let go of this constant irritation that I have for my co-workers who are either regularly absent from work or repeatedly late clocking in, for those co-workers that do come in, but whine the whole time they’re here, and for the supervisors who see it all and never do anything about it.

dadada,
me

My first SoulPancake submission!

2010-03-18T11:19:00.001-05:00

Here it is...my first SoulPancake submission ever! To answer this question at the SoulPancake site, click here. Or you can add a comment at the bottom of this post. Thanks!

“Love’s just a waste of our energy, yeah, and this life’s just a waste of our time. So why don’t we get together? We could waste everything tonight.” - Jack Johnson

Most of us have been in a dead-end relationship. Depending on our outlook going into them, this isn’t always a bad thing. There’s no such thing as temporary permanence, except in relationships. So....when things go south, is “real love” ever really wasted?

dadada,
me

Une Autre Sondage

2010-03-17T07:28:00.002-05:00

1. What time did you get up this morning?
0530.

2. How do you like your steak?
medium rare is yum-oh.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
percy jackson.

4. What are your favorite TV shows?
the office, ask this old house, anything on pbs.

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
either somewhere near the beach, or in the southwest.

6. What did you have for breakfast?
sweet tea.

7. What is your favorite cuisine?
love messican food.

8. What foods do you dislike?
anything with tofu, cilantro, or really powerful spices in it.

9. Favorite Place to Eat?
la fuente’s is ok.

10. Favorite Dressing?
vinaigrette or ranch.

11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?
’92 explorer.

12. What are your favorite clothes?
scrubs.

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?
anywhere near the beach would be my first choice, then ireland, uk, vegas.

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?
lame.

15. Where would you want to retire?
beachy surroundings or the southwest.

16. Favorite time of day?
early morning.

17. Where were you born?
kcmo.

18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
eew. sports.

19. Who do you think will not tag you back?
not tagging anyone so no one.

20. Person you expect to tag you back first?
nein.

21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?
no one ever responds because i’m the only nerf herder that likes these things.

22. Bird watcher?
no, bird shooter.

23. Are you a morning person or a night person?
morning.

24. Do you have any pets?
well, i kind of have a cat, but it’s really just on loan.

25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share?
um….i found this great body wash the other night. it has orange blossom and bamboo essences in it. smells good.

26. What did you want to be when you were little?
a vet.

27. What is your best childhood memory?
well, i had this pink winter snowsuit thing when i was a toddler that zipped up from my foot all the way to my chin. i loved how warm it was…kind of like being swaddled. oh and my mom doesn’t believe that i actually remember it.

28. Are you a cat or dog person?
both but probably more dog.

29. Are you married?
no.

30. Always wear your seat belt?
yes.

31. Been in a car accident?
many.

32. Any pet peeves?
most people. and nickelback.

33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?
mushrooms, hamburger, black olives.

34. Favorite Flower?
lotus/waterlilies, tulips, cherry blossoms.

35. Favorite Ice Cream?
chunky monkey.

36. Favorite fast food restaurant?
ugh.

37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test?
didn’t.

38. From whom did you get your last email?
netflix. they just received enchanted back and they’re sending me the next movie in my queue.

39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
yankee candle or bath and body works.

40. Do anything spontaneous lately?
spontaneity? what is that?

41. Like your job?
nein.

42. Broccoli?
steamed.

43. What was your favorite vacation?
gulfport in ’05, but vegas in ’08 is a really close second.

44. Last person you went out to dinner with?
probably dan.

45. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
the song in my head. it’s kind of annoying…something to do with “if something’s broke, i’m gonna put a little fixin’ on it.” ok i just looked it up and it’s pearl jam.

46. What is your favorite color?
orange and pink first, then aquamarine/turquoise (basically the color of the ocean)

47. How many tattoos do you have?
two.

48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?
nein (translated from german to english: no)

49. What time did you finish this quiz?
0711

50. Coffee Drinker?
is the pope catholic?

dadada,
me

1901

2010-03-09T21:01:00.016-06:00

“Counting all different ideas drifting away, past and present they don’t matter; now the future’s sorted out. It’s not a miracle we needed, and no I wouldn’t let you think so.”

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

dadada,
me

Hmmmph!

2010-03-06T22:50:00.002-06:00

I believe the guy in Suite 11 has some explaining to do:

dadada,
me

Can you get your feet off the crackers!!!???

2010-02-27T17:10:00.002-06:00

Okay, so it’s Saturday afternoon and I’m watching Julie & Julia. Somehow, it seems almost insulting that I’m sitting here on my couch eating Bear Creek soup and Amy Adams is making boeuf bourguignon ala Julia Child on the television. I wonder if it makes it any worse that the actual dish looks similar to canned dog food? I’m sure it doesn’t taste that way.

And I did a stupid thing this afternoon - I was impulsive. You would think at my age that I would know better. Anyway, I’m not sure what’s worse: admitting that I’m wrong about something or the impact the act itself had on my wallet. On days like these, it certainly sucks to be a Leo.

dadada,
me

Well FMGWAC....this explains a LOT!

2010-02-23T11:16:00.004-06:00

from Manolith:

Men Who Are Unemployed Are More Likely To Cheat
By Mark Lorenz on January 23rd, 2010

Men are constantly cheating. Women have been lamenting this for years, trying to figure out what they can do to put in end to it. The most surprising thing? You might be able to deter it by paying them.

That’s right. Let’s say your man is unemployed, and you’re standing by him anyway, because you believe in him, you believe he will achieve great things, and he will break out of his rut and eventually make his way in the world. You stand by him, are completely faithful, and supportive. Your man still has a greater likelihood of cheating on you than before. You know why?

Because your man is unemployed. Girl, he has to get himself an education and a job. With the greater chance of unemployment in this day and age, men have been turning to ways to cheat on their spouses and significant others. Adultery rates have been steadily increasing. But they’re not even trying to cheat in direct ways. Men are turning to online resources to find ways to supplement their cheating, like Ashley Madison, Philanderers.com, and Please Get Me Away From My Wife, Inc.

Goddamn you, men. Sometimes you are awesome, sometimes you make other men look lazy and stupid. This is one of those times where you reflect badly on all of us.

Isn’t it like I always say? Hindsight’s 20/20 and a bitch!

dadada,
me