Today we found out that Momma might not be able to have her surgery on Thursday. I, for one, think the rationale is weak and won't be supported by empirical evidence. Still, it's thrown Momma for a loop. She's been quite cranky since she got home, and I finally got her to bed. (Yeah, yeah, judge all you want to...just wait until it's you.)
I can't understand why the doctors want to postpone. To be honest, I really want to drive down to their office and beat the shit out of them. No guarantees that I won't. It seems so silly to me - the doctors say that Momma has a minor infection. She asked if that meant we'd have to wait until the original surgery date, October 30. The response? "Well, we'd have to re-schedule..." This means that her original date is gone. She can't wait much longer, and quite honestly, neither can I. All this over a minor infection? (btw, I don't believe this 'minor infection' exists. I think the sample was bad.)
And because I'm an emotional eater, I really am craving Taco Bell. I wish I had someone who would bring it to me. Damn! But I'm trying to be good, to not give in to these temptations. Also, it generally doesn't taste that good, but it's easy, and hand-sized.
Tomorrow's Wednesday!! Thank goodness.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
When I Was Goth
About 100 years ago, back in 1987, I began my little transformation into being a goth girl. This is what happens when you try out for drill team (you already knew you'd never make cheerleader) and you don't get a spot. Parents, beware!
I started watching 120 Minutes every weekend (can't remember if it aired on Fridays or Saturdays). Mostly, my Momma would be in the room, and she tolerated most of my music at the time. I'm the youngest of three, and by then she knew which battles were worth picking. She'd generally just roll her eyes at the endless Cure and Siouxsie videos. There was one, however, that she abhorred.
Wanna guess? No? Takes too long, anyway. It was "Stigmata" by Ministry. Man, she hated that song and hated that video. The minute the nail-scraping sound came on, she'd just glare at me. I'd look back at her, then keep watching. Finally, she said, "No. No way. Turn that crap off." Of course it made me love the song and video more. To be honest, I didn't like the song at first - I'm much more a sucker for melody - but I had to love it from then on.
So for the rest of "Stigmata"'s run, I had to lower the volume so much that she couldn't hear it, and then try to block the TV from her eyes so she couldn't see it.
The only other song she really hated was The Dead Milkmen's "Beach Party Vietnam", but that came later, much after she'd already let me attend their free concert in Laguna. Phew! Dodged a bullet there!
Oh, I finally remembered the point of writing this. One of my cousins is now a friend of mine on MySpace, and his page consists solely of all things Slipknot. Slipknot sounds a whole lot like "Stigmata", and it got me thinking. Well, thinking, and feeling badly for my uncle, who's pretty damn awesome. (For the record, I think my cousin is around 14, so it's the appropriate age.) Overall, this is further proof that each generation thinks it invented painful-to-listen-to music.
I started watching 120 Minutes every weekend (can't remember if it aired on Fridays or Saturdays). Mostly, my Momma would be in the room, and she tolerated most of my music at the time. I'm the youngest of three, and by then she knew which battles were worth picking. She'd generally just roll her eyes at the endless Cure and Siouxsie videos. There was one, however, that she abhorred.
Wanna guess? No? Takes too long, anyway. It was "Stigmata" by Ministry. Man, she hated that song and hated that video. The minute the nail-scraping sound came on, she'd just glare at me. I'd look back at her, then keep watching. Finally, she said, "No. No way. Turn that crap off." Of course it made me love the song and video more. To be honest, I didn't like the song at first - I'm much more a sucker for melody - but I had to love it from then on.
So for the rest of "Stigmata"'s run, I had to lower the volume so much that she couldn't hear it, and then try to block the TV from her eyes so she couldn't see it.
The only other song she really hated was The Dead Milkmen's "Beach Party Vietnam", but that came later, much after she'd already let me attend their free concert in Laguna. Phew! Dodged a bullet there!
Oh, I finally remembered the point of writing this. One of my cousins is now a friend of mine on MySpace, and his page consists solely of all things Slipknot. Slipknot sounds a whole lot like "Stigmata", and it got me thinking. Well, thinking, and feeling badly for my uncle, who's pretty damn awesome. (For the record, I think my cousin is around 14, so it's the appropriate age.) Overall, this is further proof that each generation thinks it invented painful-to-listen-to music.
Monday, September 29, 2008
You Have Got To Be Kidding Me
Deregulation. Oh, it sounds so easy, doesn't it? Of course the markets can take care of themselves. Of course that's the point of capitalism/democracy.
Yeah. The people who seem to think that no regulation = economic growth got shit-canned. And now that repairs need to be made, those same people vote against it.
Isn't that the point of the market? To protect itself?
Did anyone study history? Really? Because if you think that not fixing the mistakes that have been made is a good idea, we're probably not going to be friends.
I don't love this fix-it plan. But how could we not expect this? And once it's happened, how can we not agree to have some egg on our face?
We're the economy that matters most in this world. We have an obligation to get this right.
If Charles Gibson is right, the re-election ads are going to be priceless. "Why should we spend important tax-payer money to pay these Wall Street fat cats?"
Why? Two different reasons. One: We created this. Two: We don't tell people how to negotiate their contracts.
Hopefully, I'll be able to stop yelling at the TV soon.
Yeah. The people who seem to think that no regulation = economic growth got shit-canned. And now that repairs need to be made, those same people vote against it.
Isn't that the point of the market? To protect itself?
Did anyone study history? Really? Because if you think that not fixing the mistakes that have been made is a good idea, we're probably not going to be friends.
I don't love this fix-it plan. But how could we not expect this? And once it's happened, how can we not agree to have some egg on our face?
We're the economy that matters most in this world. We have an obligation to get this right.
If Charles Gibson is right, the re-election ads are going to be priceless. "Why should we spend important tax-payer money to pay these Wall Street fat cats?"
Why? Two different reasons. One: We created this. Two: We don't tell people how to negotiate their contracts.
Hopefully, I'll be able to stop yelling at the TV soon.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I Need Your Help
For my bar passage present, Momma's going to allow me to buy a new laptop. I've been complaining over this one for months on end now, and I can see that it's nearing the end of its functional life.
So I need recommendations, or horror stories. I need it to be strong enough to handle basics. I need it to not crash when I try to run PhotoShop. I need to be able to actually watch videos or movies without making me nauseous or freezing up. I also need to be able to migrate the current content onto the new machine with as little difficulty as possible. I currently use a Dell Inspiron 1150 that's been dropped so many times, it jiggles.
I'd also like it to be cute. So please, send me ideas!
So I need recommendations, or horror stories. I need it to be strong enough to handle basics. I need it to not crash when I try to run PhotoShop. I need to be able to actually watch videos or movies without making me nauseous or freezing up. I also need to be able to migrate the current content onto the new machine with as little difficulty as possible. I currently use a Dell Inspiron 1150 that's been dropped so many times, it jiggles.
I'd also like it to be cute. So please, send me ideas!
Friday, September 26, 2008
I Never Thought I'd See This
After typing in my social, this is the message I received on the Alabama Bar's website:
"Congratulations! Your name is being certified to the Alabama Supreme Court as having completed ALL of the requirements for admission to the Alabama State Bar.
You will be receiving further information from the Alabama State Bar."
(Aside: The webpage heading reads: "Bar Exam - PASSED")
You have to believe that I almost wet myself with excitement, and then went back, re-entered my social, and read it again. Then Wade did the same. And just now, as I'm writing this, I did it again.
I cannot believe how happy I am, how overwhelmed I am, and how excited I am to think that I can now begin my life. For those of you who aren't in this position, waiting to pass feels like you're living in a bubble. A kind of cranky bubble that doesn't smell like soap, but like something infinitely less pleasing.
For all of you who've been reading this, and following my crazy life, I want to thank you, thank you so much for even taking a minute out of your life to send good thoughts my way. It means more than you know. It's so easy to get wrapped up in our own day-to-day minutiae. (I know, because I do it all the time.)
I must have the best friends in the world. Wade and John are over the moon, the boy was so sweet when I called him, and Dena is throwing me a party next month. B. cried, she is so happy for me. I wish I could call my DATE, but he left his phone at home, and I'm not leaving a message with such important news. (Call me later.) I've had the best cheerleaders. Friends who have had to listen to my endless kvetching and worrying and second-guessing. I know I want a tiara to wear today, but all my friends deserve a medal for valor.
So it begins. If you need an attorney, I think I know who you should call.
"Congratulations! Your name is being certified to the Alabama Supreme Court as having completed ALL of the requirements for admission to the Alabama State Bar.
You will be receiving further information from the Alabama State Bar."
(Aside: The webpage heading reads: "Bar Exam - PASSED")
You have to believe that I almost wet myself with excitement, and then went back, re-entered my social, and read it again. Then Wade did the same. And just now, as I'm writing this, I did it again.
I cannot believe how happy I am, how overwhelmed I am, and how excited I am to think that I can now begin my life. For those of you who aren't in this position, waiting to pass feels like you're living in a bubble. A kind of cranky bubble that doesn't smell like soap, but like something infinitely less pleasing.
For all of you who've been reading this, and following my crazy life, I want to thank you, thank you so much for even taking a minute out of your life to send good thoughts my way. It means more than you know. It's so easy to get wrapped up in our own day-to-day minutiae. (I know, because I do it all the time.)
I must have the best friends in the world. Wade and John are over the moon, the boy was so sweet when I called him, and Dena is throwing me a party next month. B. cried, she is so happy for me. I wish I could call my DATE, but he left his phone at home, and I'm not leaving a message with such important news. (Call me later.) I've had the best cheerleaders. Friends who have had to listen to my endless kvetching and worrying and second-guessing. I know I want a tiara to wear today, but all my friends deserve a medal for valor.
So it begins. If you need an attorney, I think I know who you should call.
I Did It
I passed, I passed, I motherfucking PASSED! Now I can actually do the work I was trained to do. I am so excited that I can only pace, and scream, and call everyone I can think of to tell them.
Talk soon, babies!
Talk soon, babies!
Superstition
Yesterday, my cable went out. I called Comcast, and it was fixed in an hour or so. Not a big deal. I called Wade, and during our chat, I mentioned that the worst possible thing would be for my cable to go out today, meaning I couldn't check the results at noon.
She was sweet; she told me she'd check for me. But that's not something I can allow. I need to see for myself. I need to know before everyone else does. Besides, what if I didn't pass? What could she possibly say to me? If I check, and get a bad result, then I can take some time to compose myself before I tell others.
So guess what happened this morning? I woke up around 8:45 and the damn cable was out. I was on the phone to Comcast in a quickness! I explained to the nice lady that today, of all days, is not a day I can be without internet access.
Clearly, it's back on now. Crisis averted.
I will spend the next two hours, while I wait, watching Will & Grace, taking a shower (no shaving today - not a good idea to be around sharp cutting tools while my hands shake this badly), and pacing.
Please, please, please let me have passed. I don't want to take this test again, and I don't want to have to make a ton of calls explaining my failure. That's almost worse than the actual result. It's humiliating to have to tell everyone that once again, I didn't pass.
She was sweet; she told me she'd check for me. But that's not something I can allow. I need to see for myself. I need to know before everyone else does. Besides, what if I didn't pass? What could she possibly say to me? If I check, and get a bad result, then I can take some time to compose myself before I tell others.
So guess what happened this morning? I woke up around 8:45 and the damn cable was out. I was on the phone to Comcast in a quickness! I explained to the nice lady that today, of all days, is not a day I can be without internet access.
Clearly, it's back on now. Crisis averted.
I will spend the next two hours, while I wait, watching Will & Grace, taking a shower (no shaving today - not a good idea to be around sharp cutting tools while my hands shake this badly), and pacing.
Please, please, please let me have passed. I don't want to take this test again, and I don't want to have to make a ton of calls explaining my failure. That's almost worse than the actual result. It's humiliating to have to tell everyone that once again, I didn't pass.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The 9-Hour Date
So, here's the lowdown, as promised:
Got to his house about 3:30, and we immediately took off for Nashville. I was kind of disappointed to not get to see the inside of his house, but there was Rollins to see! We had good conversations on the way up, just talking about everything and nothing. There were silences, but none that felt uncomfortable. He looks pretty much the same, but his hair is now longer than mine. Looks good on him. On the way up, he mentioned getting dinner before the show, and said that there was some steakhouse that had 4-star ratings. I asked if we were perhaps underdressed for such a place, and he said that he didn't really care.
So we get to Nashville, and he says that the steakhouse is Morton's. MORTON'S!!! I pointed out that we were definitely too underdressed to go there. He was a bit disappointed, but there was no way I was going into Morton's in jeans and those shoes. (Note: He had not yet seen said shoes, as I didn't get out of the car when I picked him up.) We decided to find somewhere else.
He finally got to see the shoes when we parked. He liked them. Quite a bit. I saw that look he gave me. It was very, "Oh, I see..." But who wouldn't like the shoes? Those things are rockin'! (I doubt I'll wear them outside the house again.)
I saw a nice-looking hotel at the corner where we parked, and we found a cute little restaurant in there. We had drinks, and he got his steak, and I had pasta, and then cheesecake. This guy definitely knows how to spoil a girl. Being me, I could barely eat a third of the food, but it was good nonetheless. The service was a little overwhelming as there really weren't any other patrons, so I felt hovered on, but it was OK. We laughed and talked more, and then it was time for the show.
For those who don't know, we went to see Henry Rollins' spoken word show. He was a vocalist for Black Flag in the 80s, and has his own band now, and also does these talking tours.
I really enjoyed the show. Rollins talked for just over 2 hours, and I laughed so hard my eye makeup ran. There was one point where I thought that if he said one more funny thing, I might just split in two. The downside was that some of his material was recycled, but since this was my third show, I guess it's to be expected.
On the drive home, he entertained me enough so that I wouldn't fall asleep, and we just chattered on and on. We hugged goodnight, and have plans to get together again on Sunday.
I didn't fall in my shoes...only stumbled once or twice. However, on the way back to the car, I had had enough and took them off and just walked barefoot. I left no bruises on him as I held his arm as we walked back to my car. No Red Bull for the drive; I made do on my Diet Mt. Dew.
Best thing he said: On the drive home, he was searching for my ashtray. I asked him if he needed the overhead light. His response: "No, I know how to put things into holes in the dark." Good line. Very good line.
Overall, a very fun evening with a very interesting person. I look forward to seeing him again.
Got to his house about 3:30, and we immediately took off for Nashville. I was kind of disappointed to not get to see the inside of his house, but there was Rollins to see! We had good conversations on the way up, just talking about everything and nothing. There were silences, but none that felt uncomfortable. He looks pretty much the same, but his hair is now longer than mine. Looks good on him. On the way up, he mentioned getting dinner before the show, and said that there was some steakhouse that had 4-star ratings. I asked if we were perhaps underdressed for such a place, and he said that he didn't really care.
So we get to Nashville, and he says that the steakhouse is Morton's. MORTON'S!!! I pointed out that we were definitely too underdressed to go there. He was a bit disappointed, but there was no way I was going into Morton's in jeans and those shoes. (Note: He had not yet seen said shoes, as I didn't get out of the car when I picked him up.) We decided to find somewhere else.
He finally got to see the shoes when we parked. He liked them. Quite a bit. I saw that look he gave me. It was very, "Oh, I see..." But who wouldn't like the shoes? Those things are rockin'! (I doubt I'll wear them outside the house again.)
I saw a nice-looking hotel at the corner where we parked, and we found a cute little restaurant in there. We had drinks, and he got his steak, and I had pasta, and then cheesecake. This guy definitely knows how to spoil a girl. Being me, I could barely eat a third of the food, but it was good nonetheless. The service was a little overwhelming as there really weren't any other patrons, so I felt hovered on, but it was OK. We laughed and talked more, and then it was time for the show.
For those who don't know, we went to see Henry Rollins' spoken word show. He was a vocalist for Black Flag in the 80s, and has his own band now, and also does these talking tours.
I really enjoyed the show. Rollins talked for just over 2 hours, and I laughed so hard my eye makeup ran. There was one point where I thought that if he said one more funny thing, I might just split in two. The downside was that some of his material was recycled, but since this was my third show, I guess it's to be expected.
On the drive home, he entertained me enough so that I wouldn't fall asleep, and we just chattered on and on. We hugged goodnight, and have plans to get together again on Sunday.
I didn't fall in my shoes...only stumbled once or twice. However, on the way back to the car, I had had enough and took them off and just walked barefoot. I left no bruises on him as I held his arm as we walked back to my car. No Red Bull for the drive; I made do on my Diet Mt. Dew.
Best thing he said: On the drive home, he was searching for my ashtray. I asked him if he needed the overhead light. His response: "No, I know how to put things into holes in the dark." Good line. Very good line.
Overall, a very fun evening with a very interesting person. I look forward to seeing him again.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
More Tomorrow...
It's going to take me at least the hour and 10 minutes I have left to make myself pretty, so I'll leave you for the day. Tomorrow there will be a round-up of the entire evening, including bruises, laughter, and the amount of Red Bull I will have to drink in order to not fall asleep while driving back here.
See you tomorrow, and send me good wishes for a great time. This may be my longest date without actually moving in with the guy, probably 10 hours. In those good wishes, send me extra snark so I can be entertaining for that long!
See you tomorrow, and send me good wishes for a great time. This may be my longest date without actually moving in with the guy, probably 10 hours. In those good wishes, send me extra snark so I can be entertaining for that long!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
For The Fans Of My Work Husband
I just found out that my Work Husband lost his job. He's got a little time to work it out, but the bank decided to let him go. (In that bank's language, he was not laid off. He was "displaced".)
I feel so badly for him. He's quite stoic, and as these past few months and terrible mortgage crisis has happened, he's figured that he would lose his job. He would always say that it's only business, nothing personal, and it would be OK if he lost his job.
Still, it very much stings to be told you're no longer needed. Hell, it stung when I lost my job at the bank, and I was only a temp. I'm sure it bothers him more than he wants to think about, and I hope he'll be OK. I also hope at some point he'll answer his phone. I can read his voice pretty well and see if he needs anything.
So, all you fans of work spouses, think good thoughts for my (separated) Work Husband.
I feel so badly for him. He's quite stoic, and as these past few months and terrible mortgage crisis has happened, he's figured that he would lose his job. He would always say that it's only business, nothing personal, and it would be OK if he lost his job.
Still, it very much stings to be told you're no longer needed. Hell, it stung when I lost my job at the bank, and I was only a temp. I'm sure it bothers him more than he wants to think about, and I hope he'll be OK. I also hope at some point he'll answer his phone. I can read his voice pretty well and see if he needs anything.
So, all you fans of work spouses, think good thoughts for my (separated) Work Husband.
The Shoes
Here they are, on my very own legs! Well, here's one shoe and one leg. The pictures aren't great because I took them via a mirror, but you can see how fabulous they are regardless.
After the show, I'll ask the DATE how funny it was to try to watch me walk in them. (I haven't worn heels this high since I was in my mid 20s.) I'll also ask him if the bruise on his arm has healed, because I fully intend to use him for balance.
At least I'll look good! Also, I'm walking in them for the rest of the day and night for practice. However, I can guarantee that he'll be pumping the gas for me.
After the show, I'll ask the DATE how funny it was to try to watch me walk in them. (I haven't worn heels this high since I was in my mid 20s.) I'll also ask him if the bruise on his arm has healed, because I fully intend to use him for balance.
At least I'll look good! Also, I'm walking in them for the rest of the day and night for practice. However, I can guarantee that he'll be pumping the gas for me.
Target Is Super
For your viewing pleasure, here is today's shopping list, and the variety of it explains why SuperTarget is like paradise on earth:
Isn't my handwriting gorgeous? Now you know why I type.
Isn't my handwriting gorgeous? Now you know why I type.
Monday, September 22, 2008
I'm Not Ashamed
Years ago, when I first starting coming into my own when it came to my tastes in music, one of my favorite bands was Pet Shop Boys. I loved that first album, "Please", and listened to a bootleg copy for quite a while. (It was the first time I'd ever had a CD copied to a tape, so I thought it was extra cool.)
My favorite song by them was "Two Divided By Zero". So much of my life in my early teens was consumed by thoughts of escape, and freedom, and a chance to find someone who might understand me.
So, for your viewing pleasure, I present to you one of my very first, first ever favorite songs. This one came even before "True Faith" by New Order!
My favorite song by them was "Two Divided By Zero". So much of my life in my early teens was consumed by thoughts of escape, and freedom, and a chance to find someone who might understand me.
So, for your viewing pleasure, I present to you one of my very first, first ever favorite songs. This one came even before "True Faith" by New Order!
A Helpful Hint
Dear Readers,
Never, ever, NEVER, EVER, open a can of Diet Cheerwine. Trust me. My taste buds do not deserve this abuse. Who drinks this crap?
Oh, wait, me, because I can't bear to throw out a whole, freshly opened can of soda, and I'm sure there's some karma that I need to repair.
I will drink this, but I will close my eyes and crinkle my nose the entire time. Like I'm 3.
Never, ever, NEVER, EVER, open a can of Diet Cheerwine. Trust me. My taste buds do not deserve this abuse. Who drinks this crap?
Oh, wait, me, because I can't bear to throw out a whole, freshly opened can of soda, and I'm sure there's some karma that I need to repair.
I will drink this, but I will close my eyes and crinkle my nose the entire time. Like I'm 3.
The Waiting Game
This week is shaping up to be a week where I will need eternal patience. Unfortunately, this is a gene I was born without, and despite my best efforts, I probably will never have it.
Examples: I checked my email this morning to check to see if my fabulous new shoes might arrive a day early. Yes, UPS confirmed, the shoes are on a truck and out for delivery. Somewhere in Huntsville. Not yet at my house, but somewhere. So I've got my blinds in the office open so I can more closely examine the shiny things that drive by my window. This is problematic because I also need to hit the Target to get some new sheets for Momma's new bed, an alarm clock, and some sweet, sweet beer. I also have to be around and coherent when the delivery guys show up with the new bed, which will be sometime between 4 and 7. Normally, I'd figure that when the guys get here, if Momma's already home, I can just go out. But since Momma wants me to flash the guys a little bit so they'll remove a chair from her bedroom, that plan is right out.
Tomorrow I might actually get that pedicure. I'm tempted to just buy some supplies today and do it myself. I wish I hadn't been so lazy on Saturday, or that the nail salon was open yesterday, as I also wanted to get my eyebrows done. Now, here's the quandary: I have fairly sensitive skin which does not enjoy having hair and flesh ripped from its beautiful self. I'm also one of the those people who, after a wax, are clearly noticeable from afar because of the weird combination of whiteness and redness that appears. This lasts for a couple of days. Which would mean that my DATE would be able to notice. Well, him, along with everyone else at the Rollins show, and I can't imagine that my waxing deformity would possibly be somethat that Rollins could ignore. So, do I go with slightly unmanaged eyebrows, or with this ugliness that can't really be covered with makeup, and even if it could, it would hurt like hell to apply?
Finally, the bar results come in this week, Friday at noon to be exact, and my stomach is in unbelievably painful knots already. And I know this will only get worse, that I'll be distracted, and worried, and even more self-absorbed than usual. I extend apologies in advance, as the posts this week could be as painful as those just before the bar.
Examples: I checked my email this morning to check to see if my fabulous new shoes might arrive a day early. Yes, UPS confirmed, the shoes are on a truck and out for delivery. Somewhere in Huntsville. Not yet at my house, but somewhere. So I've got my blinds in the office open so I can more closely examine the shiny things that drive by my window. This is problematic because I also need to hit the Target to get some new sheets for Momma's new bed, an alarm clock, and some sweet, sweet beer. I also have to be around and coherent when the delivery guys show up with the new bed, which will be sometime between 4 and 7. Normally, I'd figure that when the guys get here, if Momma's already home, I can just go out. But since Momma wants me to flash the guys a little bit so they'll remove a chair from her bedroom, that plan is right out.
Tomorrow I might actually get that pedicure. I'm tempted to just buy some supplies today and do it myself. I wish I hadn't been so lazy on Saturday, or that the nail salon was open yesterday, as I also wanted to get my eyebrows done. Now, here's the quandary: I have fairly sensitive skin which does not enjoy having hair and flesh ripped from its beautiful self. I'm also one of the those people who, after a wax, are clearly noticeable from afar because of the weird combination of whiteness and redness that appears. This lasts for a couple of days. Which would mean that my DATE would be able to notice. Well, him, along with everyone else at the Rollins show, and I can't imagine that my waxing deformity would possibly be somethat that Rollins could ignore. So, do I go with slightly unmanaged eyebrows, or with this ugliness that can't really be covered with makeup, and even if it could, it would hurt like hell to apply?
Finally, the bar results come in this week, Friday at noon to be exact, and my stomach is in unbelievably painful knots already. And I know this will only get worse, that I'll be distracted, and worried, and even more self-absorbed than usual. I extend apologies in advance, as the posts this week could be as painful as those just before the bar.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
I Can't Listen To This Enough
Watch, don't watch, it's fine by me. But I dearly love this song.
Still, you can't say that "Midnight Train To Georgia" isn't an amazing song. Plus, it reminds me of the boy.
Still, you can't say that "Midnight Train To Georgia" isn't an amazing song. Plus, it reminds me of the boy.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Random Thoughts For A Friday
I'm sitting here at my temp job, bored beyond belief and developing an increasing need for nicotine. Here's what's on my mind today:
- Sometimes, when people who don't know me ask me why I do temp work, I want to reply, "Because if I don't have enough money to buy my boyfriend's beer, he hits me."
- I'm wearing an earpiece. I hope I never have to wear one of these things again.
- I bought myself the below pair of shoes to wear to Rollins next week. I showed them to Mom, who told me that they looked like witch shoes. I told her they were dominatrix shoes. Amazing how fast that conversation ended. (Yet, she's still taking me for a pedicure tomorrow.)
- Sometimes, when people who don't know me ask me why I do temp work, I want to reply, "Because if I don't have enough money to buy my boyfriend's beer, he hits me."
- I'm wearing an earpiece. I hope I never have to wear one of these things again.
- I bought myself the below pair of shoes to wear to Rollins next week. I showed them to Mom, who told me that they looked like witch shoes. I told her they were dominatrix shoes. Amazing how fast that conversation ended. (Yet, she's still taking me for a pedicure tomorrow.)
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My Latest List - And This Time It's Live!
1. What is your occupation right now?
Shut up.
2. What color are your socks right now?
None.
3. What are you listening to right now?
The Cardigans - My Favourite Game.
4. What was the last thing that you ate?
Left-over baked potatoes.
5. Can you drive a stick shift?
Not as well as I used to be able to.
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
Barbara.
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Of course! That's a silly question. I adore her.
8. How old are you today?
35.
9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?
Tennis.
10. What is your favorite drink?
Depends on my mood - Diet Mountain Dew, mostly.
11. Have you ever dyed your hair?
More times than I, my mother, or my endless hairdressers can count.
12. Favorite food?
Hard to say.
13. What is the last movie you watched?
Notting Hill.
14. Favorite day of the year?
My birthday. Oh, you asked? March 23.
15. How do you vent anger?
Not as well as I wish I did.
16. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Probably the twisty snake thing that I could crawl through.
17. What is your favorite season?
Fall.
18. Cherries or Blueberries?
Blueberries.
19. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back?
Kind of a moot point when you make it into a blog post.
20. Who is the most likely to respond?
Since it's a blog post, chances are, no-one will.
21. Who is least likely to respond?
ARGH!
22. Living arrangements?
My mother, my cat, and me.
23. When was the last time you cried?
At the end of Notting Hill. Shut up.
24. What is on the floor of your closet?
Apparently my jewelry, and my key to the safety deposit box, and sensible shoes.
25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to?
I'm just sending out responses, so I have no idea.
26. What did you do last night?
I spent hours on the phone with my DATE.
27. What are you most afraid of?
Roaches, being alone, being wrong.
28. plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?
Cheeseburgers.
29. Favorite dog breed?
Those Alaskan ones with amazing blue eyes. No, I don't mean Palin.
30. Favorite day of the week?
Any day besides Tuesdays.
31. How many states have you lived in?
8.
32. Diamonds or pearls?
Diamonds
33. What is your favorite flower?
Rose. Red, preferably.
Shut up.
2. What color are your socks right now?
None.
3. What are you listening to right now?
The Cardigans - My Favourite Game.
4. What was the last thing that you ate?
Left-over baked potatoes.
5. Can you drive a stick shift?
Not as well as I used to be able to.
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
Barbara.
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Of course! That's a silly question. I adore her.
8. How old are you today?
35.
9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?
Tennis.
10. What is your favorite drink?
Depends on my mood - Diet Mountain Dew, mostly.
11. Have you ever dyed your hair?
More times than I, my mother, or my endless hairdressers can count.
12. Favorite food?
Hard to say.
13. What is the last movie you watched?
Notting Hill.
14. Favorite day of the year?
My birthday. Oh, you asked? March 23.
15. How do you vent anger?
Not as well as I wish I did.
16. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Probably the twisty snake thing that I could crawl through.
17. What is your favorite season?
Fall.
18. Cherries or Blueberries?
Blueberries.
19. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back?
Kind of a moot point when you make it into a blog post.
20. Who is the most likely to respond?
Since it's a blog post, chances are, no-one will.
21. Who is least likely to respond?
ARGH!
22. Living arrangements?
My mother, my cat, and me.
23. When was the last time you cried?
At the end of Notting Hill. Shut up.
24. What is on the floor of your closet?
Apparently my jewelry, and my key to the safety deposit box, and sensible shoes.
25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to?
I'm just sending out responses, so I have no idea.
26. What did you do last night?
I spent hours on the phone with my DATE.
27. What are you most afraid of?
Roaches, being alone, being wrong.
28. plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?
Cheeseburgers.
29. Favorite dog breed?
Those Alaskan ones with amazing blue eyes. No, I don't mean Palin.
30. Favorite day of the week?
Any day besides Tuesdays.
31. How many states have you lived in?
8.
32. Diamonds or pearls?
Diamonds
33. What is your favorite flower?
Rose. Red, preferably.
Who Hasn't Thought This?
"Shut up, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q-Tip." Homer, The Simpsons
That feels like many of the thoughts I've had lately. I actually had to yell at myself while getting out of the shower the other day. I must stop these random, dreamy thoughts.
Like you haven't had those days, thoughts, or showers.
That feels like many of the thoughts I've had lately. I actually had to yell at myself while getting out of the shower the other day. I must stop these random, dreamy thoughts.
Like you haven't had those days, thoughts, or showers.
Good News!!
I'm not sure how this happened, but I managed to avoid the usual Tuesday tragedies. Karma, perhaps? Anyhoo...
I am within a few pounds of my first big weight loss goal, which is amazing! I've been afraid to get on the scale for about 2 weeks, but this morning I finally manned up and did it. The result was amazing. I can't wait to get past first big goal, so I can move on to second big goal, and finally hit the final big goal. Hooray for me!
Even better, I have a date! A real date, with a real boy. And I get to go to Rollins on this date, next Wednesday, which will be much fun. This show is a pre-bar announcement gift to me, similar yet more fleeting than the perfume I bought myself as a post-bar-taking present.
And despite conversations about what each of us will wear (he's afraid he won't coordinate with me), no, Wade, he is NOT GAY!
I am within a few pounds of my first big weight loss goal, which is amazing! I've been afraid to get on the scale for about 2 weeks, but this morning I finally manned up and did it. The result was amazing. I can't wait to get past first big goal, so I can move on to second big goal, and finally hit the final big goal. Hooray for me!
Even better, I have a date! A real date, with a real boy. And I get to go to Rollins on this date, next Wednesday, which will be much fun. This show is a pre-bar announcement gift to me, similar yet more fleeting than the perfume I bought myself as a post-bar-taking present.
And despite conversations about what each of us will wear (he's afraid he won't coordinate with me), no, Wade, he is NOT GAY!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Options
[Aside: Really, computer cache, did you think I would ever choose to blog on MySpace before el Blogo? Learn from your mistake.]
Options. It's been so long since I've had any, and it's a heady feeling to think that I might have some now. Options about careers, homes, glorious diamonds, boys...
The downside to having options is that instead of following the path that seemed the most like me, I now have to examine what's important to me. Some things are simple; others, much more complex. It's these complexities that sometimes make me feel guilty. Should I want security (of the financial sort) more than I want adventure? Am I wrong for craving materials things from life? Is there a balance?
Sometimes, the adventure v. security debate that's raging in my head has more to do with the people I allow into my life - the ones I get close to. There's this: It's comforting to know that someone is attached to you, and shows it in little ways. It's harder to handle the ups and downs of a more volatile relationship. Or is that relationship even volatile at all? Do I expect too much?
I do know this - I'm excited for the possibilities.
Options. It's been so long since I've had any, and it's a heady feeling to think that I might have some now. Options about careers, homes, glorious diamonds, boys...
The downside to having options is that instead of following the path that seemed the most like me, I now have to examine what's important to me. Some things are simple; others, much more complex. It's these complexities that sometimes make me feel guilty. Should I want security (of the financial sort) more than I want adventure? Am I wrong for craving materials things from life? Is there a balance?
Sometimes, the adventure v. security debate that's raging in my head has more to do with the people I allow into my life - the ones I get close to. There's this: It's comforting to know that someone is attached to you, and shows it in little ways. It's harder to handle the ups and downs of a more volatile relationship. Or is that relationship even volatile at all? Do I expect too much?
I do know this - I'm excited for the possibilities.
My Dream Came True...
If you didn't watch SNL over the weekend, or haven't watched this sketch yet, you absolutely must. Truth be told, I didn't watch it live - I TiVoed it, but Sunday morning, as I watched, I laughed so hard I had to pause it over and over again so I wouldn't miss anything.
It's only about 5 minutes, and absolutely worth your time to watch Tina and Amy ROCK their impressions.
It's only about 5 minutes, and absolutely worth your time to watch Tina and Amy ROCK their impressions.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Remember When He Said I Could Use His Name? He Might Reconsider Now...
The boy is amazing, and funny, and has a quick wit. The boy is the voice I want to hear each day and night. The boy is so intelligent. The boy second-guesses himself, and I don’t know why. The boy is my good dreams, and sometimes my bad dreams. The boy is my favorite. The boy is where I’m supposed to land. The boy is my love, my favorite addiction, is how I manage through each day. The boy is supposed to be mine, and I’m so glad that I get to know that now.
I love you, baby. More than I want you to know, because I’m afraid.
I love you, baby. More than I want you to know, because I’m afraid.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
My Law School Journey
A college chum just emailed me to ask me why I went to law school. I think my response is fairly informative...so here it is:
"It's no bother at all; I'm glad to expound on my path to law school. Mine should be quite different than yours, if only because I'm now about $200,000 in debt that can't be excused (I ADORE the U.S. sometimes).
I got my B.A.s in Psych and Spanish, then got my Master's in Counseling. I suck at counseling. I got a job with a computer software firm, and did that work for 5 years. I realized that there was no growth in that field unless I was an engineer. By then, my sister had already gone to law school and was a practicing attorney. A good bit of my decision was sibling rivalry, and some was remembering that when I was young, my dream was to be a judge.
I figured I'd try the LSAT, see how that went. I did fine, not Harvard good, but well enough to get admitted. I did, and off I went.
To be honest, I really didn't have a huge passion for the law until my second year of law school. The law school experience is a different story, one I'll tell you if you decide to give this a go.
Once I could choose my own classes and explore my own interests, I was hooked. I was amazed that there's an area of law for just about every passion. Even if I used my previous degrees for inspiration, there's health law, advocacy law, immigration law...
My dream job now would be in a small- or medium- sized firm, where I could pursue immigration and tax law. They seem different, but they're not, really. They're both very rule-based specialties, and I enjoy reading those rules and finding the loopholes. And as much as I hated taking Constitutional Law in school, I find that I get a kick out 4th Amendment issues, and I'm pretty good at Equal Protection and Due Process, so that's a possibility for the future.
I'm now doing research for a friend in regards to a family law case. I like that kind of law as well, although it's incredibly messy.
If this last part sounds snooty, I do apologize: What I love about the law is that I can see issues that most people wouldn't even notice. This is why people hate lawyers, because they think that lawyers look too closely at little things and don't pay attention to what the clients think is important. It's true, and that will always be the dichotomy. However, the details win cases. And I'm not really all that detail-oriented, yet I've been trained to look."
"It's no bother at all; I'm glad to expound on my path to law school. Mine should be quite different than yours, if only because I'm now about $200,000 in debt that can't be excused (I ADORE the U.S. sometimes).
I got my B.A.s in Psych and Spanish, then got my Master's in Counseling. I suck at counseling. I got a job with a computer software firm, and did that work for 5 years. I realized that there was no growth in that field unless I was an engineer. By then, my sister had already gone to law school and was a practicing attorney. A good bit of my decision was sibling rivalry, and some was remembering that when I was young, my dream was to be a judge.
I figured I'd try the LSAT, see how that went. I did fine, not Harvard good, but well enough to get admitted. I did, and off I went.
To be honest, I really didn't have a huge passion for the law until my second year of law school. The law school experience is a different story, one I'll tell you if you decide to give this a go.
Once I could choose my own classes and explore my own interests, I was hooked. I was amazed that there's an area of law for just about every passion. Even if I used my previous degrees for inspiration, there's health law, advocacy law, immigration law...
My dream job now would be in a small- or medium- sized firm, where I could pursue immigration and tax law. They seem different, but they're not, really. They're both very rule-based specialties, and I enjoy reading those rules and finding the loopholes. And as much as I hated taking Constitutional Law in school, I find that I get a kick out 4th Amendment issues, and I'm pretty good at Equal Protection and Due Process, so that's a possibility for the future.
I'm now doing research for a friend in regards to a family law case. I like that kind of law as well, although it's incredibly messy.
If this last part sounds snooty, I do apologize: What I love about the law is that I can see issues that most people wouldn't even notice. This is why people hate lawyers, because they think that lawyers look too closely at little things and don't pay attention to what the clients think is important. It's true, and that will always be the dichotomy. However, the details win cases. And I'm not really all that detail-oriented, yet I've been trained to look."
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
I Wonder When To Expect The Cease-And-Desist...
One of the other songs that's been playing endlessly through my head will be transcribed for you now. Apologies all around, but you know how I go through phases...
Strange Relationship - Prince
I guess you know me well
I don't like winter
But I seem to get a kick out of leaving you cold
Oh, what the hell, you always surrender
What's this strange relationship that we hold on to?
Baby I just can't stand to see you happy
More than that, I hate to see you sad
Honey if you left me I just might do something rash
What's this strange relationship?
I came and took your love
I took your body
I took the self-respect you ever had
I took you for a ride, and baby I'm sorry
The more you love me, sugar, the more it makes me mad
Chorus
Isn't it a shame this ain't the movies?
When you could be writing my every line
I'll take all the blame
Yo baby I'm sorry
But I didn't like the way you were
I had to make you mine
Chorus
Can't live with you
Can't live without you
Thank you, Alexis, for making me listen to Sign O' The Times every time I was in your car way back then. I still adore that album.
Strange Relationship - Prince
I guess you know me well
I don't like winter
But I seem to get a kick out of leaving you cold
Oh, what the hell, you always surrender
What's this strange relationship that we hold on to?
Baby I just can't stand to see you happy
More than that, I hate to see you sad
Honey if you left me I just might do something rash
What's this strange relationship?
I came and took your love
I took your body
I took the self-respect you ever had
I took you for a ride, and baby I'm sorry
The more you love me, sugar, the more it makes me mad
Chorus
Isn't it a shame this ain't the movies?
When you could be writing my every line
I'll take all the blame
Yo baby I'm sorry
But I didn't like the way you were
I had to make you mine
Chorus
Can't live with you
Can't live without you
Thank you, Alexis, for making me listen to Sign O' The Times every time I was in your car way back then. I still adore that album.
Old Phone Books
While listening to my messages, I went through one of my bookshelves. There, I found one of my old phone books. (Yes, I know, I can't believe I keep these things either. It's right up there with keeping Target bags, in case I might need them.) This one is one of my very oldest - it has entries from when I used to live in California (1983 - 1989). It also includes a lot of people from high school, college, and grad school.
(Aside - this is strange, because I also kept an index card filer with a lot of numbers as well, which I found about a month ago. These two were apparently kept at overlapping times, so either I lost one for a while, or the index card system was used for friends I wasn't sure would be a friend for a long time, and the actual book was for more permanent entries.)
It's strange to realize that I've known the boy long enough to now have 4 numbers for him. Two are from when he lived here, one's from Atlanta, and the other is the current number. I mean, I've known him since 1989 or 1990, but it caught me off guard to have tangible proof of this fact.
This isn't just about the boy, though. It's interesting because I can now see many permutations of friendships throughout the years. I've got updates from the many moves that my other friends have had as well.
Or perhaps I'm just feeling sentimental. Or old. Or both. It is a grey day outside; how else should I pass the time?
(Aside - this is strange, because I also kept an index card filer with a lot of numbers as well, which I found about a month ago. These two were apparently kept at overlapping times, so either I lost one for a while, or the index card system was used for friends I wasn't sure would be a friend for a long time, and the actual book was for more permanent entries.)
It's strange to realize that I've known the boy long enough to now have 4 numbers for him. Two are from when he lived here, one's from Atlanta, and the other is the current number. I mean, I've known him since 1989 or 1990, but it caught me off guard to have tangible proof of this fact.
This isn't just about the boy, though. It's interesting because I can now see many permutations of friendships throughout the years. I've got updates from the many moves that my other friends have had as well.
Or perhaps I'm just feeling sentimental. Or old. Or both. It is a grey day outside; how else should I pass the time?
Monday, September 8, 2008
So I Didn't Use His Name...
But I sent the boy the below post. His response (after several hours)? "Merci, cher."
I'm thinking that he doesn't like my writing as much as I do. That's OK. It's not really a contest.
Still, I think he came out looking like the better person, don't you? And he should be glad I'm not working on the post I plan to write about back injuries.
I mean, really. Sheesh.
(I love you, baby)
I'm thinking that he doesn't like my writing as much as I do. That's OK. It's not really a contest.
Still, I think he came out looking like the better person, don't you? And he should be glad I'm not working on the post I plan to write about back injuries.
I mean, really. Sheesh.
(I love you, baby)
Why I Love Him
Yesterday's conversation:
Him: What are you doing?
Me: Waiting for tennis and reading...ummm...celebrity gossip.
Him: Oh, God.
Me: Shut up! There's no shame in Perez Hilton!
Him: Oh, God.
Me: It occurred to me earlier that I haven't gossiped in a long time.
Him: What?
Me: I don't have a big circle of friends anymore, so I don't gossip like I did.
Him: Oh, God.
Me: I miss it. I'm afraid I'm losing my snark.
Him: Honey, that's like waiting for your arms to fall off. You will never lose it.
Me: That's about the sweetest thing you could have said to me.
Him: What are you doing?
Me: Waiting for tennis and reading...ummm...celebrity gossip.
Him: Oh, God.
Me: Shut up! There's no shame in Perez Hilton!
Him: Oh, God.
Me: It occurred to me earlier that I haven't gossiped in a long time.
Him: What?
Me: I don't have a big circle of friends anymore, so I don't gossip like I did.
Him: Oh, God.
Me: I miss it. I'm afraid I'm losing my snark.
Him: Honey, that's like waiting for your arms to fall off. You will never lose it.
Me: That's about the sweetest thing you could have said to me.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
My Most Recent Favorite
It's Matt Nathanson...
'Come On Get Higher"
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathed out and I breathed in
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
Make you believe
And make you forget
So c'mon get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget
(Chorus)
I miss the pull of your heart
I can taste the sparks on your tongue
I can see angels and devils and God when you
Come on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Sing, "Sha la la, la la"
(Chorus)
It's all wrong
It's all wrong
It's all right
Everything works
Everything works in your arms
And in my endless need to be adored...yeah. Y'all should find this song; it's gorgeous.
'Come On Get Higher"
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathed out and I breathed in
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
Make you believe
And make you forget
So c'mon get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget
(Chorus)
I miss the pull of your heart
I can taste the sparks on your tongue
I can see angels and devils and God when you
Come on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Sing, "Sha la la, la la"
(Chorus)
It's all wrong
It's all wrong
It's all right
Everything works
Everything works in your arms
And in my endless need to be adored...yeah. Y'all should find this song; it's gorgeous.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Today Was Almost Like A Tuesday...
I woke up today not in a happy mood. Mind you, I rarely wake up in a good mood. I once slapped my Momma while I was asleep, because I don't like waking up. After that, she'd toss one of our cats on me to wake me, or shake the end of the bed. I still didn't wake up well, but at least I caused her no violence that way.
Anyhoo... I made her lunch, got her to her car, and went back to my couch to rest more. Today I had to do today what I avoided yesterday; going to her house to get more of her stuff. I held off until almost 3 before I got to her (former) house. I got her stuff, and luckily, dad was decent and not too (endlessly) clingy.
I went next to SuperTarget. I did our shopping, loaded up the car, and then tried to start to car. Nothing. It just clicked. It didn't even try to start. So I waited, and tried again, and then waited more, and tried again. Nada.
I called Momma to tell her she needed to come get me. She was not amused. In fact, she was so angry about it that she acted like I did this on purpose. After an hour (!!) she brought a friend to see if it was my battery. Of course it wasn't.
So my car got towed, and I was pissed because of her reaction, and she was pissed about the timing. (She'd had an endlessly bad day.) Still, we got everything home, and I brought in everything (including her), and then I ran to the office to play on the Interwebs, and to ignore her.
After about an hour, I was better, as was she. I got her fed and down to bed.
Best part of this day? The boy called. We'd had a lovely conversation last night, and it was so good to hear from him. It's amazing how calming he is for me. I hear his voice, and my cackles go away. Yes, it's cheesy, and yes, I'm lame. Still, can any of you women out there hear, "I love you...so much..." and not melt, especially from someone you adore? I thought not.
At least I'll get some sleep tonight.
Anyhoo... I made her lunch, got her to her car, and went back to my couch to rest more. Today I had to do today what I avoided yesterday; going to her house to get more of her stuff. I held off until almost 3 before I got to her (former) house. I got her stuff, and luckily, dad was decent and not too (endlessly) clingy.
I went next to SuperTarget. I did our shopping, loaded up the car, and then tried to start to car. Nothing. It just clicked. It didn't even try to start. So I waited, and tried again, and then waited more, and tried again. Nada.
I called Momma to tell her she needed to come get me. She was not amused. In fact, she was so angry about it that she acted like I did this on purpose. After an hour (!!) she brought a friend to see if it was my battery. Of course it wasn't.
So my car got towed, and I was pissed because of her reaction, and she was pissed about the timing. (She'd had an endlessly bad day.) Still, we got everything home, and I brought in everything (including her), and then I ran to the office to play on the Interwebs, and to ignore her.
After about an hour, I was better, as was she. I got her fed and down to bed.
Best part of this day? The boy called. We'd had a lovely conversation last night, and it was so good to hear from him. It's amazing how calming he is for me. I hear his voice, and my cackles go away. Yes, it's cheesy, and yes, I'm lame. Still, can any of you women out there hear, "I love you...so much..." and not melt, especially from someone you adore? I thought not.
At least I'll get some sleep tonight.
Monday, September 1, 2008
I Think... (Because You Earned It)
- that I will not get a decent job until I've passed the bar.
- that my weird relationship with the boy is turning into friendship, and it's my fault.
- that music sometimes can fix my heart.
- that the judges on Top Model should actually judge, and not play the PC card.
- that I'm going to have to listen to endless messages from my father to my Momma on my machine.
- that I might be able to talk Momma into paying for a housekeeper here.
- that sleeping on the couch is hot, uncomfortable, and necessary.
- that I can't fix the fact that I'm jealous. And if that's the deal-breaker, well, it is what it is.
- that my weird relationship with the boy is turning into friendship, and it's my fault.
- that music sometimes can fix my heart.
- that the judges on Top Model should actually judge, and not play the PC card.
- that I'm going to have to listen to endless messages from my father to my Momma on my machine.
- that I might be able to talk Momma into paying for a housekeeper here.
- that sleeping on the couch is hot, uncomfortable, and necessary.
- that I can't fix the fact that I'm jealous. And if that's the deal-breaker, well, it is what it is.
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