My lovely Galahad got up early today to gas up my car (well
his actually) and check the tires, etc. Laugh, I was driving down to
the jungles of Miami, and he was making sure my safari vehicle was properly
maintained. He switched cars with me cuz I normally drive the newer
one and we both were a little leery of leaving that at Miami Airport.
I washed my hair and finished up packing for my journey to the far north.
It felt weird to throw in turtlenecks while I'm standing around in cutoffs
and a half-tee.
I loaded up everything and then remembered that I should
print my boarding pass to make things easier to get through security.
I turned the PC back on and tried not to get sidetracked by last minute
emails. I'm so easily distracted. :p
I began the long, perilous drive down, remembering that it's still part
of the US so I won't need my passport. I called Galahad to say goodbye
and he looked up last-minute instructions on how to get to the airport from
the turnpike. I was just going to wing it, but exact directions
are always better. ;) About one mile after I crossed the county line, I got back into Miami-driver mode.
It isn't pretty. ;) I
started weaving in & out of traffic and began to feel at home. I'm
also happy I have the older car as the roads are not as nice anymore.
I watched the clock and the storm clouds moving around. I hit a few
patches of rain but nothing too fierce. I varied my speed by how close
I was cutting the time with how heavy the rain was. As I exited the
expressway to get to the airport, I felt an overwhelming wave of emotion.
Somehow that exit triggered a childhood memory of my mother that was
incredibly strong. I felt the tears blur into my vision. I
choked back a sob and tried to keep my emotions checked so I could navigate
my way. It worked but a part of me felt guilty for having shoved her
memory aside.
I parked my car and traversed the long path to locate my gate. As I
was sauntering through the morass of humanity, I began to realize that I was
the ONLY white person there. Every single person that I studied was of
Latin, Caribbean, or European birth. I forgot how chivalrous Latin men
can be. ;) It was a
nice change.
I stopped to buy a genuine greasy Cuban sandwich for my lunch. Yum!
While I was eating it, tucked away in a corner of the terminal, I let myself
think about what happened when my mother's memory popped into my head.
I'm not sure what happened but the same memory didn't provoke the same
visceral response this time.
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Monday, September 29, 2003
Monday, September 29, 2003
Well, I managed to fuck around all evening and not start
packing for my trip until midnight. Gah, I suck! Hehe, Galahad
is of course used to it and is offering up suggestions and reminders while
watching me scurry around like a mouse looking for her misplaced stash.
Sunday, September 28, 2003
Sunday, September 28, 2003
Galahad and I went to look at my friend's house she just
bought. I went because I'm curious; he went to give valuable
ideas. I'm not so great at which home improvements are feasible
and which aren't. It's an adorable townhouse that has a European
flavor to it. I can't wait to see it when she's all finished
renovating.
We left finally when I freaked out and needed food (as usual). We stopped at the first food place we saw which happened to be a bagel shop. Who knew it was Rosh Hashanah and would be packed? Heh, and then like heathens, we ordered traife food, but they didn't seem to care.
Serendipity struck! :) The bagel place was right across from a homemade ice cream store. So many choices! I finally picked vanilla cinnamon. And, it's my new favorite flavor. Plus, they added in granola for me. Haha, I can just see all of you squirming & gagging out there. It's actually very tasty with a nice texture. I love that they don't make their ice cream too sweet or too rich.
We left finally when I freaked out and needed food (as usual). We stopped at the first food place we saw which happened to be a bagel shop. Who knew it was Rosh Hashanah and would be packed? Heh, and then like heathens, we ordered traife food, but they didn't seem to care.
Serendipity struck! :) The bagel place was right across from a homemade ice cream store. So many choices! I finally picked vanilla cinnamon. And, it's my new favorite flavor. Plus, they added in granola for me. Haha, I can just see all of you squirming & gagging out there. It's actually very tasty with a nice texture. I love that they don't make their ice cream too sweet or too rich.
Saturday, September 27, 2003
Saturday, September 27, 2003
I went to Recovery Fest 2003 tonight. That was an odd
concept. It was a free concert at
Mizner Park to help promote recovery from substance abuse. I felt
bad for the performers since so many of the audience left because of the
rain. I managed to slide up almost onto the stage and lean under the
overhang. I still got wet but not soaked. And, omfg, my hair got
so trashed. I should have opted for soaked. Cuz damp = frizzy.
I felt like I was back in the early 90's with my big hair.
=) Soaked would have been
preferable I think. ;)
I was there to see a friend perform, which is why I stuck it out. She sounded amazing as usual. :) And she was so sweet and called me afterwards to thank me for showing up and staying in the rain. She laughed and said I was like the postman because last year, I stood out in 100° heat to watch her perform. I told her I won't do snow though. :p
I was out with my partner in crime (the tea fanatic) who persuaded me to go to the auction house after we had gotten a bite to eat. The fun part of eating at Mizner is sitting outside at a cafe and people-watching. We started giggling like school girls when the topic turned sex-&-the-city-ish and I got busted staring at some man we were discussing. I didn't mean to stare so overtly, but her comment really made me ponder. And no I won't be sharing. ;)
The auction house was a treat. I forgot how amusing it is to listen to an auctioneer rattle off the bids. It's as if he speaks a new language. They had some cool items there, but the one I liked had already been sold, which is fine because I don't need anything else in my house. I saw a beautiful bronze mermaid statue but decided I would get sick of looking at it one day so why bother. Yeah, I know, I'm entirely too practical sometimes.
But the best treat of all was coming home to my Galahad. =)
I was there to see a friend perform, which is why I stuck it out. She sounded amazing as usual. :) And she was so sweet and called me afterwards to thank me for showing up and staying in the rain. She laughed and said I was like the postman because last year, I stood out in 100° heat to watch her perform. I told her I won't do snow though. :p
I was out with my partner in crime (the tea fanatic) who persuaded me to go to the auction house after we had gotten a bite to eat. The fun part of eating at Mizner is sitting outside at a cafe and people-watching. We started giggling like school girls when the topic turned sex-&-the-city-ish and I got busted staring at some man we were discussing. I didn't mean to stare so overtly, but her comment really made me ponder. And no I won't be sharing. ;)
The auction house was a treat. I forgot how amusing it is to listen to an auctioneer rattle off the bids. It's as if he speaks a new language. They had some cool items there, but the one I liked had already been sold, which is fine because I don't need anything else in my house. I saw a beautiful bronze mermaid statue but decided I would get sick of looking at it one day so why bother. Yeah, I know, I'm entirely too practical sometimes.
But the best treat of all was coming home to my Galahad. =)
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Ack, back to work --- I had to go to a client site to give a
demo. Laugh, it was hard to get up early *and* get dressed properly.
After the demo (which went well, Yay!!!), I stopped in at the regional
office to say hello and go to lunch.
I brought home a surprise for Galahad. One of my friends there
knows he likes hot peppers and gave me some scotch bonnets fresh off the
tree. Hehe, I was almost scared to touch them.
Monday, September 22, 2003
Monday, September 22, 2003
I took the day off since I was accruing too much vacation
time. It was nice to have a 3 day weekend. Mostly, I just
lounged in my library with my Ruffles, a good book, and a snuggly blanket.
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Today was light-bulb detail day. Hehe, we're so lazy
that we let a few die before we start replacing the hard to reach kind.
Those outdoor lanterns are a bitch to get to. Galahad bought the long
lasting bulbs this time since I had purchased those for the other ones a few
months ago and they hadn't died yet. Apparently they make them in
chandelier tips now, too.
We traipse all over the back deck checking the lanterns. Of course, once he climbs the ladder to open the fixture, he gets all anal about cleaning them. I gave him the "Omfg you are so wasting your time" sigh on one of them that was about 15 feet high and on the side of the house. Who the heck would even notice that's dirty? Laugh. He moved on after my sigh (and perhaps a commentary :p). I did back down when he wanted to clean the one right out the backdoor by the BBQs. [Yes, you read that correctly. We have more than one BBQ. :)] He's such a perfectionist that he asked me to get the canned air that I use for our computers. Hehe, he's so lucky I love him enough to waste money on that. :p Actually, I'm the lucky one, which is why I'll waste money on that for him. =)
So I was Miss Helpy Helperton, handing him new light-bulbs, screwdrivers, Windex, canned air (sigh), etc.
Laugh, the back lights were out for so long that when they all went on at once, it felt like bright daylight.
We traipse all over the back deck checking the lanterns. Of course, once he climbs the ladder to open the fixture, he gets all anal about cleaning them. I gave him the "Omfg you are so wasting your time" sigh on one of them that was about 15 feet high and on the side of the house. Who the heck would even notice that's dirty? Laugh. He moved on after my sigh (and perhaps a commentary :p). I did back down when he wanted to clean the one right out the backdoor by the BBQs. [Yes, you read that correctly. We have more than one BBQ. :)] He's such a perfectionist that he asked me to get the canned air that I use for our computers. Hehe, he's so lucky I love him enough to waste money on that. :p Actually, I'm the lucky one, which is why I'll waste money on that for him. =)
So I was Miss Helpy Helperton, handing him new light-bulbs, screwdrivers, Windex, canned air (sigh), etc.
Laugh, the back lights were out for so long that when they all went on at once, it felt like bright daylight.
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Friday, September 19, 2003
Friday, September 19, 2003
I forgot to write about my funny day on Tuesday after the BBQ
fiasco. My girlfriend had called me late Monday night in a panic.
She was craving the tea I
bought for her and had just run out. Hehe, I'm glad she liked my
birthday present so much. =)
I went back to Whole Foods to buy a few more boxes for her and started browsing while I was there. This employee came running up to me to ask if I needed any help. I said no thanks. But that didn't stop him!! He says, "oh you're just looking?" Laugh, why yes, yes I am. At this point, I was perusing the beer aisle seeing if I wanted to buy Galahad some new fun beer. The first time I bought him Trois Pistoles, which he loved. Next I bought Ephemere, which was also tasty. Now I had pressure to live up to. So this ardent employee commences to explain every single fucking beer on the beer aisle. I don't even drink beer, so I have no clue what he means when he starts explaining differences between malty & hoppy. Wtf? It all tastes pretty bad as far as I'm concerned, although the last two I brought home were somewhat palatable.
Two separate people came up to him to ask him questions, and he blew both of them off saying he was busy. Wtf?? I'm getting his life story and the beer drinking habits of every store employee and people who have legitimate questions are being neglected. He also raises an eyebrow when he looked into my little basket and sees 6 boxes of tea and inquired why I had that. Wtf? Thank god I didn't have organic tampons in my basket.
Suddenly he leans into me (I immediately back up) and says, "what's that?" I'm starting to suspect he forgot his medication today. But, I'm in a good mood, so I take the bait. "What's what?" I ask, again glad that I wasn't shopping for feminine hygiene products.
He starts to touch my belly chain (I lean further away) and says "that". I decide that he must be slow, so I answer him slowly. "It's a chain," I say in long slow speech. He exclaims how fascinating it is. Perhaps he's high? At this point, I'm starting to plan my quick escape. I had decided not to buy any beer somewhere along the course of the conversation, but I realize it will advance my getaway if I get one. I pick one in the manner that I normally do --- by the graphic design of the label. It also was one of the 15 or so that he recommended. So Galahad is now the proud owner of a 6 pack of Flying Dog beer. I'll let you know how he likes it.
I went back to Whole Foods to buy a few more boxes for her and started browsing while I was there. This employee came running up to me to ask if I needed any help. I said no thanks. But that didn't stop him!! He says, "oh you're just looking?" Laugh, why yes, yes I am. At this point, I was perusing the beer aisle seeing if I wanted to buy Galahad some new fun beer. The first time I bought him Trois Pistoles, which he loved. Next I bought Ephemere, which was also tasty. Now I had pressure to live up to. So this ardent employee commences to explain every single fucking beer on the beer aisle. I don't even drink beer, so I have no clue what he means when he starts explaining differences between malty & hoppy. Wtf? It all tastes pretty bad as far as I'm concerned, although the last two I brought home were somewhat palatable.
Two separate people came up to him to ask him questions, and he blew both of them off saying he was busy. Wtf?? I'm getting his life story and the beer drinking habits of every store employee and people who have legitimate questions are being neglected. He also raises an eyebrow when he looked into my little basket and sees 6 boxes of tea and inquired why I had that. Wtf? Thank god I didn't have organic tampons in my basket.
Suddenly he leans into me (I immediately back up) and says, "what's that?" I'm starting to suspect he forgot his medication today. But, I'm in a good mood, so I take the bait. "What's what?" I ask, again glad that I wasn't shopping for feminine hygiene products.
He starts to touch my belly chain (I lean further away) and says "that". I decide that he must be slow, so I answer him slowly. "It's a chain," I say in long slow speech. He exclaims how fascinating it is. Perhaps he's high? At this point, I'm starting to plan my quick escape. I had decided not to buy any beer somewhere along the course of the conversation, but I realize it will advance my getaway if I get one. I pick one in the manner that I normally do --- by the graphic design of the label. It also was one of the 15 or so that he recommended. So Galahad is now the proud owner of a 6 pack of Flying Dog beer. I'll let you know how he likes it.
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Thursday, September 18, 2003
I WIN!!! =)
The tree has been scalped. It looks so naked. I feel so exposed. :( What was once a beautiful lush tree is now 4 spindly stalks. /cry I can't wait until it fills in.
The tree has been scalped. It looks so naked. I feel so exposed. :( What was once a beautiful lush tree is now 4 spindly stalks. /cry I can't wait until it fills in.
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
I lose. :(
A different tree guy says that tree isn't on the list. Sigh. Time to make a phone call....
It was his & hers day at the chiropractor today. My poor injured Galahad. :( It's all wrong for him to be the fucked up one and me to be the better of the two. Neither one of us is very good at the alternate role, but we are adjusting. He's learning to accept help, and I'm learning how to be more assertive and insist on doing certain things. Hehe, but I'm walking a fine line on not being too assertive and pissing him off. He wanted to drive so I let him, after asking if he was sure 30 times. =p
We stopped at Costco on the way home. I won the battle of pushing the cart. :) But I still let him open my door for me. :)
A different tree guy says that tree isn't on the list. Sigh. Time to make a phone call....
It was his & hers day at the chiropractor today. My poor injured Galahad. :( It's all wrong for him to be the fucked up one and me to be the better of the two. Neither one of us is very good at the alternate role, but we are adjusting. He's learning to accept help, and I'm learning how to be more assertive and insist on doing certain things. Hehe, but I'm walking a fine line on not being too assertive and pissing him off. He wanted to drive so I let him, after asking if he was sure 30 times. =p
We stopped at Costco on the way home. I won the battle of pushing the cart. :) But I still let him open my door for me. :)
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
I win! =)
The tree guys came around last week to start doing the hurricane cuts on all the significant trees in the community. I asked one short, bad-toothed man if they would be trimming the HUGE tree in front of my house. He says no. I ask 2 more times. Dunno why, laugh, but it was hard to take no for an answer, so I kept asking.
This morning, someone knocks on my door and asks me to move my car since they will be cutting my trees. Yay!!! I pointed to the big fucker, and he said yes. I'm still a little leery cuz I don't think he understood English very well, so maybe I didn't win after all.
I moved my car and on the way back inside I noticed that Galahad had his BBQ returned from his friend. Apparently he didn't move it into the backyard because of his shoulder injury. So, I feel all beneficent and think I will move it for him. Go me!! It's on 2 wheels, so I should be able to lift and roll, right?
I suck. It tipped over, smashed down onto my ankle slicing it nicely, and spilled out all over the front porch with a giant clatter. How embarrassing. I hope none of the tree guys witnessed that debacle. I reassembled it and moved it another 5 feet before I gave up. Maybe I'll try again later after I disinfect my ankle and wash the soot from my body. =p
The tree guys came around last week to start doing the hurricane cuts on all the significant trees in the community. I asked one short, bad-toothed man if they would be trimming the HUGE tree in front of my house. He says no. I ask 2 more times. Dunno why, laugh, but it was hard to take no for an answer, so I kept asking.
This morning, someone knocks on my door and asks me to move my car since they will be cutting my trees. Yay!!! I pointed to the big fucker, and he said yes. I'm still a little leery cuz I don't think he understood English very well, so maybe I didn't win after all.
I moved my car and on the way back inside I noticed that Galahad had his BBQ returned from his friend. Apparently he didn't move it into the backyard because of his shoulder injury. So, I feel all beneficent and think I will move it for him. Go me!! It's on 2 wheels, so I should be able to lift and roll, right?
I suck. It tipped over, smashed down onto my ankle slicing it nicely, and spilled out all over the front porch with a giant clatter. How embarrassing. I hope none of the tree guys witnessed that debacle. I reassembled it and moved it another 5 feet before I gave up. Maybe I'll try again later after I disinfect my ankle and wash the soot from my body. =p
Monday, September 15, 2003
Monday, September 15, 2003
I may have created a monster. I gave my friend various
caffeine-free teas for her birthday since she is a tea fiend and cannot have
caffeine anymore. She called me up tonight (at 10 PM
:p) begging me for the store where
I bought one of them. She has used up the whole box already. I
may have mercy on her and buy her some tomorrow.
;)
Sunday, September 14, 2003
Sunday, September 14, 2003
My poor Galahad is injured and he's stuck with me as a
caregiver. I made soup & frozen pizza. Gah, I sometimes wish I
had the patience to cook. I am good at making him laugh through the
pain though. =) We
snuggled up in bed and read our books all day with me hopping downstairs
every hour or so to refresh his ice pack.
It's times like these that remind me that I couldn't be a parent and do
justice to a child. I could teach them right from wrong (finally), but
I couldn't nurture them enough I think. And I don't buy that "it's
different if it's your own" crap. I know my nature, and that won't
change. I have my adopted Internet youngling (/wave), and
that's enough for me. =)
Friday, September 12, 2003
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Girls night out again. My brother asked me to come out
and help support his GF in a singing contest sponsored by the local rock
radio station.
I picked up my friend at her house and was wowed by her outfit! She had borrowed her teenaged daughter's clothes and looked very good. I had just thrown on jeans, a t-shirt and sneaks. Oh well, I wanted to be comfortable. I'm past the age of trying to compete with all the 20 year old hussy-dressing girlies. Haha, now I compete with women my own age. ;) It's actually easier to compete with the younger ones because they lose most of their points with outward signs of insecurity. I'm much better at masking mine now. Not that I was insecure last night but rather at times when I actually care.
So back to the story. My friend spotted the perfect parking space right across the street -- only 2 disadvantages. One, it was metered, and two, I would have to parallel park. I'm much better in my car at high speeds. At slow speeds (like parking), I'm terrible at maneuvering. With her help, I slid into that spot like a pro. For those of you who are wondering how I've gotten through life sucking at parallel parking, remember that 99.99% of the spaces here are pull-in ones. We dump all of our change into the meter and buy 30 minutes. Big fucking deal. So now the begging starts. No establishment there would give us change for a dollar. The nasty pizza guy offered 3 quarters for a dollar like 25 fucking cents is gonna break him. What an ass. Finally, my friend walks up to 3 cops having a dinner break and asks them. They start to hem & haw and she says either give us change now or a ticket later. It's your choice. Laugh. They fell for it. Or maybe it was her sexy outfit. :)
We met up with my brother and his GF. They had procured a table right up front with the best view of the stage next to the judges' table. Somehow, where I sat looked to be a good place to walk through even though there was no room. So I constantly had people asking me to move so they could get through. The official aisle was about 10 feet away, so they were just lazy or blind. Most I gave my bitch look to and they went around. One man was very persistent and got on his knees and begged. Dunno why. :p I laughed but still didn't feel like moving. Finally he started kissing my feet. Laugh, that did it. I jumped up fast and let him through.
The range of the talent there was incredible. Some really sucked, and some burned brightly. She placed 2nd which sucks because no prize for 2nd place, but at least she was recognized.
I picked up my friend at her house and was wowed by her outfit! She had borrowed her teenaged daughter's clothes and looked very good. I had just thrown on jeans, a t-shirt and sneaks. Oh well, I wanted to be comfortable. I'm past the age of trying to compete with all the 20 year old hussy-dressing girlies. Haha, now I compete with women my own age. ;) It's actually easier to compete with the younger ones because they lose most of their points with outward signs of insecurity. I'm much better at masking mine now. Not that I was insecure last night but rather at times when I actually care.
So back to the story. My friend spotted the perfect parking space right across the street -- only 2 disadvantages. One, it was metered, and two, I would have to parallel park. I'm much better in my car at high speeds. At slow speeds (like parking), I'm terrible at maneuvering. With her help, I slid into that spot like a pro. For those of you who are wondering how I've gotten through life sucking at parallel parking, remember that 99.99% of the spaces here are pull-in ones. We dump all of our change into the meter and buy 30 minutes. Big fucking deal. So now the begging starts. No establishment there would give us change for a dollar. The nasty pizza guy offered 3 quarters for a dollar like 25 fucking cents is gonna break him. What an ass. Finally, my friend walks up to 3 cops having a dinner break and asks them. They start to hem & haw and she says either give us change now or a ticket later. It's your choice. Laugh. They fell for it. Or maybe it was her sexy outfit. :)
We met up with my brother and his GF. They had procured a table right up front with the best view of the stage next to the judges' table. Somehow, where I sat looked to be a good place to walk through even though there was no room. So I constantly had people asking me to move so they could get through. The official aisle was about 10 feet away, so they were just lazy or blind. Most I gave my bitch look to and they went around. One man was very persistent and got on his knees and begged. Dunno why. :p I laughed but still didn't feel like moving. Finally he started kissing my feet. Laugh, that did it. I jumped up fast and let him through.
The range of the talent there was incredible. Some really sucked, and some burned brightly. She placed 2nd which sucks because no prize for 2nd place, but at least she was recognized.
Tuesday, September 9, 2003
Tuesday, September 9, 2003
This morning there was a crew out to catch yesterday's baby
gator. Poor guy. I hope they release him in the
Everglades. No more sassy white duck though.
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I forgot to watch the news yesterday to see if they aired that. Gah, I truly hope I wasn't on it. I can't believe they think it's that slow of a news day with this category 4 Hurricane Isabel barreling down upon us.
I still don't feel like writing about why I was crying yesterday (hence the swollen eyes). I'll try soon.
I forgot to watch the news yesterday to see if they aired that. Gah, I truly hope I wasn't on it. I can't believe they think it's that slow of a news day with this category 4 Hurricane Isabel barreling down upon us.
I still don't feel like writing about why I was crying yesterday (hence the swollen eyes). I'll try soon.
Monday, September 8, 2003
Monday, September 8, 2003
I was rudely woken up this morning by a migraine a few hours
before my normal time. Years of this has prompted me to sleep with
dry-swallowable Imitrex (the tiny ones) by my bedside. I took one,
rolled over with a pillow on my head, and pretended to be asleep for 2 hours
until it started kicking in. Then I stumbled downstairs and took two
Excedrin to take off the last little edge. Somewhere in between, my
beloved Galahad came over to kiss me goodbye and looked at me with that look
on his face that I hate to see. That look that says he's hurting to
see me hurt. I feel so responsible.
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And then, some excitement in my quiet little community. I had seen a police car cruising in front of my house earlier. That was unusual, but I didn't see where he stopped so I forgot about it. Later in the afternoon, I look out my window and see a news van with the giant antenna on top. Wtf?
So I trudge over to the end of the pond where neighbors and news crew are gathering. I'm subtly making sure that there are no news cameras aimed on me, but I know they can get you from hundreds of feet away, so I'm a bit apprehensive. I'm barefoot, wearing my shredded cutoffs and a faded half tee -- not the best attire to be televised in. I did have the good sense to put my sunglasses on to cover my swollen eyes (more on that later).
I ask what the hullabaloo is and find out there is an alligator in our idyllic little pond. Then, one woman gets all teary-eyed and says he ate Eloise. I was guessing that's her dog. I felt so bad for her. But it turns out that's my fucking duck!!! That bastard killed our beautiful white duck. The mallard (her fella') was just sitting all by himself looking bereft. I peered into the pond to get a better glimpse of the killer gator. Wtf? He's like 3 feet long, just a baby. Poor guy. He didn't even eat the duck. The neighbors pulled her away. Wtf? And buried her. Wtf?
I scurried back into my house thinking it must be a hella (/wave DB --- he hates that word =p) slow news day to be covering this.
And then, some excitement in my quiet little community. I had seen a police car cruising in front of my house earlier. That was unusual, but I didn't see where he stopped so I forgot about it. Later in the afternoon, I look out my window and see a news van with the giant antenna on top. Wtf?
So I trudge over to the end of the pond where neighbors and news crew are gathering. I'm subtly making sure that there are no news cameras aimed on me, but I know they can get you from hundreds of feet away, so I'm a bit apprehensive. I'm barefoot, wearing my shredded cutoffs and a faded half tee -- not the best attire to be televised in. I did have the good sense to put my sunglasses on to cover my swollen eyes (more on that later).
I ask what the hullabaloo is and find out there is an alligator in our idyllic little pond. Then, one woman gets all teary-eyed and says he ate Eloise. I was guessing that's her dog. I felt so bad for her. But it turns out that's my fucking duck!!! That bastard killed our beautiful white duck. The mallard (her fella') was just sitting all by himself looking bereft. I peered into the pond to get a better glimpse of the killer gator. Wtf? He's like 3 feet long, just a baby. Poor guy. He didn't even eat the duck. The neighbors pulled her away. Wtf? And buried her. Wtf?
I scurried back into my house thinking it must be a hella (/wave DB --- he hates that word =p) slow news day to be covering this.
Sunday, September 7, 2003
Friday, September 5, 2003
Friday, September 5, 2003
I forgot how much I hate this time of year. The
constant weather changes are wreaking havoc with my head. I seem to
have a migraine every other day. :(
Thursday, September 4, 2003
Thursday, September 4, 2003
I did such a girly thing tonight. My friend called me
up and asked if I would go with her to some seminar. Of course I said
yes cuz she sounded like she needed the company. It was a live
demonstration on permanent makeup. It was a gaggle of women with
too much concern over their appearances. Yes, I like to look good but
it doesn't consume my every waking action. And, I've reached a stage
in my life (thankfully!) where if people don't like how I look, fuck 'em.
I kind of felt sorry for these women who cared so much. They were all
older so maybe I'll get back to that stage (Gah, I hope not!). I
suppose I shouldn't judge too harshly or at all. It was weird to be
there since I wear only light makeup as it is. They were all fully
made up. I started to feel wan in comparison.
=p It's probably cuz my lip
gloss wore off. Did I mention how much of an esteem booster that is?
;)
Well anyway, it was cool to watch someone get her eyelids & eyebrows tattooed.
I wonder what parents could be doing for their little girls to give them higher self-esteem so they don't grow up and spend millions on altering their looks and still being insecure.
Well anyway, it was cool to watch someone get her eyelids & eyebrows tattooed.
I wonder what parents could be doing for their little girls to give them higher self-esteem so they don't grow up and spend millions on altering their looks and still being insecure.
Tuesday, September 2, 2003
Monday, September 1, 2003
Monday, September 1, 2003
Yet another rainy day to laze around, curl up on my suede
couch in the library, and crack open a good book. I love losing myself
in someone else's world for awhile, forgetting who & where I am and getting
engulfed into a different universe. Not that my life is bad --- I just
like to explore and see new things through someone else's perception.
I get restless in my world sometimes.
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