Me: Hello darling. We need to talk. I’m afraid my love for you has come to an end and I must move on. That red wine the other night at Veritas was the last straw. I mean, sure, I really enjoy your company… I feel we’ve spent some amazing nights together and you always cheer me up. But it always hurts the next morning. There are other things I should attend to. Furthermore, I can’t really afford you.
Trouble: Hmph…you can’t get rid of me. You heart me. And you know there’s no chance I’ll ever really go away. We’re life partners, you and I. Like it or not… Now, do something with that hair so we can go get a martini.
Me: You’re right…i do love you, but like others I’ve loved before, there comes a time when I just need to walk the other direction. You understand, right?
Trouble: You won’t survive without me. You know this. I know this. One day of sobriety and yoga and you’ll be back. Really, honey, why bother?
Me: Oh alright! You win, as usual.
Trouble is a friend by Lenka
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Took a long time to come
My birthday is in less than a week. I absolutely adore birthdays and look forward to mine every year. I don't think I’ve ever been more excited for one to hurry up and get here...not even when I was four.
Last year was such a special, beautiful memory...Just days before my birthday I had started a new job and was optimistic about where my career was headed. I had also just fallen in love. I was happy, really happy, and hopeful. I thought 28 would be my best year yet.
No dice.
Instead, I spent the first eight months of my new job in a nervous panic, terrified I had made the wrong career move. Also, my heart was broken, brutally, and I spent the next few months under my covers with a painful ache in my chest that will not soon be forgotten.
You cannot even imagine how glad I am to bid farewell to this year.
However, throughout the minor crisis that was age 28, I was constantly reminded by my friends that better days were ahead. They pulled me from the wreckage, hosed me off, and propped me up beside them on a barstool, insistent I look forward, not back. They are my heroes and I love and appreciate them for all they did and all they are.
So, here I am at age 29, happy...for the most part. And hopeful. Again. I have every confidence that this will be our best year yet.
This Will Be Our Year by The Zombies
Last year was such a special, beautiful memory...Just days before my birthday I had started a new job and was optimistic about where my career was headed. I had also just fallen in love. I was happy, really happy, and hopeful. I thought 28 would be my best year yet.
No dice.
Instead, I spent the first eight months of my new job in a nervous panic, terrified I had made the wrong career move. Also, my heart was broken, brutally, and I spent the next few months under my covers with a painful ache in my chest that will not soon be forgotten.
You cannot even imagine how glad I am to bid farewell to this year.
However, throughout the minor crisis that was age 28, I was constantly reminded by my friends that better days were ahead. They pulled me from the wreckage, hosed me off, and propped me up beside them on a barstool, insistent I look forward, not back. They are my heroes and I love and appreciate them for all they did and all they are.
So, here I am at age 29, happy...for the most part. And hopeful. Again. I have every confidence that this will be our best year yet.
This Will Be Our Year by The Zombies
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Should have seen it coming
Just after telling a boy suffering from noncompliance to hit the road the other day, I was awarded a long, luxurious laugh…he retorted that he was only in it for Olive anyway.
I’ve always suspected the sly Shih Tzu would try to steal the hearts of my suitors. A face like that cannot be trusted.
:-)
I’ve always suspected the sly Shih Tzu would try to steal the hearts of my suitors. A face like that cannot be trusted.
:-)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Rare and Interesting Creatures
This morning I was laying in bed, pretending NPR wasn't insisting i go to work. A story came on about a scientist's futile quest to capture and tag a narwhal.
A narwhal is a a nearly mythical animal, one of the more mysterious of sea creatures, equal parts whale and unicorn. They are shy, intelligent animals and are only very rarely caught in nets and fitted with GPS tracking devices. They clearly don't like people or nets and avoid them both meticulously.
One narwhal described in the story got very close to a net, causing the whole tagging team (who had been patiently waiting for months to catch one) to suit up and prep for success. But, at the last minute, the graceful animal changed directions and glided away unscathed. I imagine the team sat silently for several minutes after that, reassessing the reasons they even try.
Ahhh, how many things in life are just as illusive?! Just when you think you've got it/him/them, it/he/them heads another direction just out of reach. Strange.
Another bizarre animal story walking home after work: A very lazy cicada, nearly five years late waking up, was frantically bumping into the window of an Italian restaurant making a terrible racket. I wondered how upsetting it would be to get to hang out with my fellow species only once every many, many years and to wake up only to find out that no one bothered to nudge me. Sad.
The first thing i would do is head straight to the nearest Italian joint as well.
I met a man the other day who I think I might want to get to know better. He is interesting and funny, masculine but seems evolved. He is also a former Marine. Rare and interesting, indeed. Not sure i believe in unicorns, but...
A narwhal is a a nearly mythical animal, one of the more mysterious of sea creatures, equal parts whale and unicorn. They are shy, intelligent animals and are only very rarely caught in nets and fitted with GPS tracking devices. They clearly don't like people or nets and avoid them both meticulously.
One narwhal described in the story got very close to a net, causing the whole tagging team (who had been patiently waiting for months to catch one) to suit up and prep for success. But, at the last minute, the graceful animal changed directions and glided away unscathed. I imagine the team sat silently for several minutes after that, reassessing the reasons they even try.
Ahhh, how many things in life are just as illusive?! Just when you think you've got it/him/them, it/he/them heads another direction just out of reach. Strange.
Another bizarre animal story walking home after work: A very lazy cicada, nearly five years late waking up, was frantically bumping into the window of an Italian restaurant making a terrible racket. I wondered how upsetting it would be to get to hang out with my fellow species only once every many, many years and to wake up only to find out that no one bothered to nudge me. Sad.
The first thing i would do is head straight to the nearest Italian joint as well.
I met a man the other day who I think I might want to get to know better. He is interesting and funny, masculine but seems evolved. He is also a former Marine. Rare and interesting, indeed. Not sure i believe in unicorns, but...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Showtime
After months of loathing the tangle of cords and unsafe overuse of powerstrips, I finally swallowed my pride and signed up for cable. When Comcast gave me shit, I upgraded to swanky Direct TV. In just 24 hours, all the worthless digital converter boxes and rabbit ears were gone. In their place was a tiny black box filled with hundreds of channels and XM radio stations.
It wasn't just the constant struggle trying to get digital reception in my garden-level apartment that finally did me in, however. It was a conversation with my girlfriends, rooftop at the pool. I was quizzing my ladies for updates on the dating scene...just in case I'd missed anything in the last year. Now that I've reclaimed fabulocity and dusted off my dating gear after the recent male train wreck, it seemed only right to make sure i had all the latest gadgets.
One of my girlfriends wisely explained to me that all the cleavage and mascara in the world wouldn't get me very far without ESPN. Her stance was that men just need to flip channels to be happy; that I simply wouldn't score unless my next man could check the score. Cable, she said, was vital to my dating arsenal.
"Fair enough," I conceded. I've always worried that BUST magazine and Shih Tzu would loose its allure before long. Men who date me tend to do an awful lot of waiting and my Libra diplomacy could see I needed to compromise. Also, I was beginning to entertain the fact that if i want to lay on a couch and rest my head in man-lap ever again, I might need something more than local weather and the box set of Ab Fab.
Furthermore, there are lots of ways I can benefit from my new cable as well. I can hardly wait to rationalize all this wasted money during my first Project Runway party. I also needed to do research for my own series on Food Network, which is forthcoming.
When i told the man who installed my dish our hypothesis, he laughed. Hard. He checked my order on his log and concluded that if i really wanted a man, I'd have to add the mega-expensive sports package with 24 hour NFL. "Baby steps, dawling," i told him. I hope my dates don't have time to watch that much TV. *wink*
It wasn't just the constant struggle trying to get digital reception in my garden-level apartment that finally did me in, however. It was a conversation with my girlfriends, rooftop at the pool. I was quizzing my ladies for updates on the dating scene...just in case I'd missed anything in the last year. Now that I've reclaimed fabulocity and dusted off my dating gear after the recent male train wreck, it seemed only right to make sure i had all the latest gadgets.
One of my girlfriends wisely explained to me that all the cleavage and mascara in the world wouldn't get me very far without ESPN. Her stance was that men just need to flip channels to be happy; that I simply wouldn't score unless my next man could check the score. Cable, she said, was vital to my dating arsenal.
"Fair enough," I conceded. I've always worried that BUST magazine and Shih Tzu would loose its allure before long. Men who date me tend to do an awful lot of waiting and my Libra diplomacy could see I needed to compromise. Also, I was beginning to entertain the fact that if i want to lay on a couch and rest my head in man-lap ever again, I might need something more than local weather and the box set of Ab Fab.
Furthermore, there are lots of ways I can benefit from my new cable as well. I can hardly wait to rationalize all this wasted money during my first Project Runway party. I also needed to do research for my own series on Food Network, which is forthcoming.
When i told the man who installed my dish our hypothesis, he laughed. Hard. He checked my order on his log and concluded that if i really wanted a man, I'd have to add the mega-expensive sports package with 24 hour NFL. "Baby steps, dawling," i told him. I hope my dates don't have time to watch that much TV. *wink*
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Arithmetic
Leek parmesan smashed potatoes with chives from my garden next to Italian roast beef and sourdough...all on a vintage Holly Hobby plate that says “Count your blessings, not your troubles.”
I'm down with that.
I'm down with that.
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