Home alone?
Me too. I’ll pretend you’re here and we’ll get drunk together. My alcohol consumption has gone up recently, but I just can’t turn down a night alone to get hammered. Maybe not everyone’s idea of fun… but certainly mine!
People are funny. I know a guy.. .actually I don’t really know him…it’s more like I’m cyberstalking him, but he started it, so I can’t be blamed. He’s funny. He writes poems about video games. Not just one or two…but hundreds of them. You have to admire the tenacity of that. I’m inspired. I’ve already written one poem (ode to a ginger-o) so I think I’ll take a cue and write a poem about what I’m eating/drinking every night. Here’s one for tonight:
Soft supple oat bread
It’s Spread with yummy hummus
And cucumbers too
Don’t you love haiku? I do. Haiku. I do. Haiku. I do. Ok… that’s out of the way, on to the random thoughts lightening round.
Everyone’s got their vegetable gardens tilled. It’s so cute. We do too. Trying to decide the ever important question.. to manure, or not to manure. I think we should, but I don’t think J feels like rototilling again. It looks pretty plush. I love living here. I’m such a country girl at heart. I’m so staying here. Unless I fall in love iwth a long haired musician and move to Austin Texas. Or a poet and move to San Francisco. Wouldn’t it be funny if I fell in love with an old fart and moved to Boise? ha. Which leads me to… how did my life end up so good? Well, I guess that’s the point.. it’s not the end.. it’s a good phase. Anything can happen! (that’s not negative).
My mom has permanently scared me out of having children. We had a conversation and I think I finally understand. She’s been hinting at things for years, but I finally get it now. At first, I thought she was just being passive aggressive and trying to hurt my feelings, but now I think she’s just trying to tell me the truth. I’m frightened. The funny thing is that she was such a great mother when we were kids. She was the epitome of a fabulous mother. Gingerbread with powdered sugar icing… butterfly cakes… sausage rolls.. patience of a saint… she was awesome! But then I watch something like The Hours, and I see my mother there too. I’m sort of shocked that she didnt’ just run. She’s an enigma. I’m finding it harder to relate to parents lately. Not my parents, but parents in general (ok, mothers). I think once you decide not to have kids, you’re just in the other camp and there’s no going back. All my friends have kids or are planning to soon. What’s a girl to do? I need to find post-menopausal friends I guess.
Have to miss piano tomorrow because I have to staff a work function in Brunswick. And have a doctors apointment in the morning. Now that I’m in health care, I totally understand what you have to do to get good care. You just have to know what you want and make them give it to you. I used to be intimidated by doctors. Starting right now, I vow to not be intimidated by anything. Did you know that rats who live in fear get cancer earlier than fearless rats? It’s true. Livescience.com.
My new blog is great. I posted twice last night. I need a topic for tonight. Maybe something about art… hmm… I’ll have to google botticelli and see what comes up. : )
What else? Bird is AWOL. I saw him/her once on the side of the road, but I think she/he has finally gotten the hint.
Work is ok. I’m starting to feel some discontent.. not bad… 3 months! My last job that was after 1 day (yeah, really). It’s still pretty darn good though. Had a change management seminar today. I actually like stuff like that. The girls are starting to annoy me a bit. Girls… girls… girls… If I was a man, I’d just be gay. Would that be easier? Probably not… ugh, the rain is depressing me. More vodka. I love you Ketel One. Maybe I’ll write a poem about you later. Or now..
Ketel One Vodka
Reminds me of kettle corn
And it tastes so good.
Haiku. I do. Haiku. I do.
