tickle fight!

I’m going to try to only drink wine on weekends.  It’s difficult enough trying to get my head on straight and behave during the week. 

The janitors for my building were outside protesting today.  What were they protesting?  Apparently the extra work caused by our new recycling program.  Weird.  I’ve never heard of anyone protesting the implementation of a recycling program.  I still believe in protest – everyone’s right to do it and such – but I can’t say that I always agree with the cause. 

The day is long.

Having helped foster a dog for Rocket Dog Rescue, I was shocked and saddened to hear that the founder’s home perished in a fire, along with a handful of rescue animals including three foster dogs.  As if watching Sicko didn’t make me feel emotional enough . . . I hope everyone can reach out and donate to the founder of Rocket Dog and her valuable organization.

I’ve managed to accomplish a few of the more attainable items on my to do list, hip hip hooray!  And I even cleaned my apartment like a mad woman.  It’s nesting season.  My dog, Little Partner, is wearing a new sweater and I just want to nibble on her.  Red Bull is so gross, but I sometimes drink it because it is kind of like legal crack.  Not that I’d do crack, but I would drink Red Bull, so uhm, yeah.  It’s kind of sad that the holidays make so many people happy, yet manage to make so many other people depressed.  Unfortunately, they tend to cater more to the haves than the have nots.  Sniff sniff.  And I mean that because I really do have the sniffles.  The change of weather snarfs and achooeys, to be exact.  I buy expensive candles.  I like candles, but I think I am afraid of becoming one of those candle people with grocery store candles or glade plugins and flippy mom hair doing a zany walk like an egyptian dance for the camera.  Fear is powerful and I think my fear is lessened by purchasing some mysterious looking musky french candle instead of the aforementioned wacky mom candle.  I’m stupid.   

1. Learn how to sew a dress

2. Lose 10 pounds (I’m. dead. serious.)

3. Go to the new and improved Kabuki cinema

4.  Sort my life out

5.   Send some cute snail mail

6.  Wear my glasses more often

7.  Give more kisses and hugs

8.  Give more of everything

9.   Take less

10.  Get rid of things that don’t make me happy and things that are not beautiful or functional

11.  Write, write, write 

The best way to kick your Monday blues is to gather with friends, drink some wine, and watch the suffering of others on the A & E show “Intervention.”  It’s really painful, yet entertaining at the same time.  And the irony!  

It’s freezing outside.  California isn’t supposed to be this cold.  I’m busting out the puffy jacket that makes me feel like one of the kids on The Christmas Story . . . you know, the kids who can’t put down their arms because of the massive puffiness of their winter getup.    

I don’t mean to sound boring, but is it the weekend yet? 

Uncomfortable dresses make me feel like a sausage all pinched up in sausage casing.  I still love all dresses though!!  Sometimes women have abusive relationships with clothing.  We can’t help ourselves.  My dress is totally wearing me right now.  I’m waiting for someone to intervene and tell me that we just aren’t perfectly right for each other or that I could do better.  I think I want us to be good for each other more than we really are.  I am overwhelmed with fullness.  My brain is full of ideas . . .  my stomach feels full even when I haven’t eaten anything.  My heart is full of passionate rants and wild affections.  My drive is full of obsession.  My ears are full of majors and minors.  My wallet is full of receipts.  My mouth is full of wine and my fingers are pregnant with letters.  My core is pulsating with a mania that is numbed by practicality.  My eyes gobble up everything in their path.  Off topic, but I heart Feist.     

Sometimes I forget that whole learn how to walk before you try to run thing.  I’m always trying to run on untrained legs.  Patience is key.  

I’m convinced that no one is as talented as the people in Cirque du Soleil.  You think you’re an amazing writer or artist?  Well, try standing on someone’s head, doing a flip, then landing back on the person’s head.  That takes talent AND guts.  I want to be more gutsy.  Don’t just sew a sewing machine cozy or a pillowcase.  Sew some padded walls!  Clearly, I need them.