The Little Prince

I don’t have the heart for reviewing this book. I can’t stomach the idea of unraveling its passages. I love this book. I’ve loved it since the first time I came across it in the fifth grade.
I do not seek to understand WHY I love these words. I imagined that I would. I was interested to hear what other people had to say about it but when the time came to read what others gleaned from these words soo dear to me. I cringed.
I can appreciate that other people will find something different than what I find but I can’t bring myself to pick these words apart to defend my view.
Like crushing a pearl to see what makes it shine.
“the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world” that phrase has haunted me. The image is one that I treasure. I plan on having that image tattooed onto my inner wrist in the future. I’ve been carrying that plan around since I first started getting tattoos. I’ve only put it off because I can’t convince myself that my left wrist is ready to carry and expose daily what I feel is a very personal glimpse into what I hold dear.

Hello Blog

NANOWRIMO 08 EPIC FAIL!
So I’ll know better next year. I have a beautiful idea for a short story so if anyone in power is reading this I DEMAND A CONTEST!
Oh to be the powers that be . . . ~le sigh~
I have been sick for the past week. I’m a miserable sick person. I am whiny and needy and contagious. FUN! Blech. I’ve decided to start a fan club. Yes it is for YOU!
I’m making signs that say things like “WE LOVE YOUR BEARD!” and I’m going to be collecting dues. Hopefully I will be a better Fan Club president than the one who shot Selena.

days

there are days when all i want to do is cry. when i just want to crawl into a hole and die. when i want to climb in bed pull the covers over my head and lie
to myself--it will all be fine . . . everything works out in the end . . . change can be your friend.

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note to self

I'm scared.

new stuff

I got a new phone! It is sooo pretty all shiny and red. With nifty little buttons and a fancy trackball. Neat time saving functions that I will never use.

Days Two and Three

Day Two

Not nearly as wonderful as Day One but the law of diminishing utility and all that.
I still feel pretty good. Popping pills is my new thing. For serious! I wonder if the rest of the world feels like this all the time? I could live like this. I could enjoy living like this. Maybe it is the weather and not the magic pills. I have been spending thirty minutes to an hour outside everyday, I think that helps too.


DAY THREE!

So I managed to go for a brisk walk this morning. I only showed up an hour late and ten years out of shape.
Courtesy of TimOi! I started the day with exercise and interesting conversation. Overall a good start to day 3.

The Black Brant was right!

Today is Day One.

And lets hear it for DRUGS! I’m not sure if this overall feeling of ALIVE is from the drugs but it must be.
I feel good. I feel great. I FEEL. My fingers seem faster. Colors seem brighter. Smells seem stronger and more noticeable. My eyes feel bigger. I can feel my eyes. That is definitely new. I never noticed the sensation of blinking before. This has to be the pills or maybe today is just a good day. I woke up and I felt like dancing. So I danced. There was a brisk chill to the wind so I wore a sweater and put a bow in my hair. There is a book waiting at Maranthana and a Library Book Sale this week. Maybe it isn’t the drugs maybe it is just a good day.

I feel

fall in the air. HALLOWEEN is just around the corner.
I'm very excited. I am definitely making a costume for someone or something this year!
Be it dog or stolen child!!!
And the cupcakes they will be beskulled!

interesting sidebar: I was almost trapped in an elevator.
Creepy parking garage, myself and a male stranger walk towards the elevator the doors are closing I rusk forward and catch the door.
"Whoa CAREFUL." says the stranger. We walk into the elevator and proceed to make idle chatter.
I mention that the button we need is alredy lit, he mentions that this morning the elevator was stuck on the first floor. (this elevator has a bad habit of breaking) I mention that this is the first time I have used the parking garage in a few months since my niece told me I was going to get rundown walking up and down the ramp, he mentions that he usually takes the stairs.
We hit the first floor, and the elevator speeds up. I enjoy a strange weightless feeling then a jarring bump. The elevator bounces back up to level with the first floor the door open bing bings but the doors remain closed as the elevator races us back up to the second floor and spits us out. We rush out and take the stairs laughing the whole time.
As we walk by the first floor foyer we see "Out of Order" signs on the first floor elevator doors.

A I

I know this is an older movie and everyone but me had already seen it. The only valid reason I had for delaying the viewing of this movie—Haley Joel Osment, the kid kinda terrifies me.

So I’m having a bad night and I can’t sleep so I hop out of bed and turn on the living room TV. Nothing catches my fancy so I decide to pop in AI.

In less than an hour I was bawling my eyes out. Seriously I can’t remember the last time I cried that hard or that long. My face is still kinda swollen today. Now this was all brought on by a movie.
AI has now officially replaced The Color Purple as THE movie to make me cry. Dumbo being the Disney movie that never fails to make me cry.

all these thoughts

keep running thru my head.
for awhile now I have wanted to start a Dear Abby Normal column and/or a blog that features menus, delivery options for the local area but the laziness. The laziness stops me everytime.
And what about my POTTERY? Pottery was interesting, got the call about another class but don't think I can afford it this month. ~le sigh~ I should have gone into nursing when I had the chance.

Disco Pigs

In theory I should have loved this movie.
In reality I will have to say I didn't dislike this movie.

The creepy/perfect connection between Runt and Pig: I don't know what to say. I didn't get enough fairytale feeling. I felt that the flashbacks should have come BEFORE the super creepy subtitles needed monologue Pig gives about "opening up Runt". Might have helped. Seriously it takes alot of creepy to cancel out the hawtness that is Cillian Murphy but that speech managed to dampen the fires.

Runt: The actress should NEVER have bangs. I couldn't take her seriously when she had bangs. EPIC FAIL.

The guy in the red tank: Tank? I loved him, I knew the moment he entered the screen that he was meant to be my new love. alas it was not to be.

What color is love?: HA! I was right.

Needless to say this was the one movie (of my choosing) dh decides to watch with me. and according to dh this is was the LAST movie of my choosing that he will be watching.

OMG!

So Saved by the Bell is on Noggin. at night. AND I LOVE IT. I have spent far too much of my life watching this series. But all I can wonder is do they have a box set and can I have it delivered in time for my birthday?
seriously Mark-Paul was my dream-boy for soo long.

I stayed up way too late watching this show last night. Today I am in a great mood.
It happened to be the episode that features Kelly in a pizza hat. I never liked Kelly, or Jessie for that matter.

oh youth it only takes a sitcom to bring you back.

growth?

I saw a baby today.
Cooed and ahhhed it.
And I didn't cry. I didn't have to suppress an urge to grab the baby and run for the door.
I didn't have the urge to grab the baby at all.

I was wondering is this growth? Have all my "lost my baby" wounds healed? or has that part of me finally withered and died? Given up the fight to love something that is part me and mine.

I don't know if I'm rooting for growth

Breakfast on Pluto

WATCH IT!

LOVE IT!

CALL ME!

WE WILL TALK ABOUT IT!

Are you my friend? Do you need help?

Daily Extended for July 30, 2008 (Today)
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Virgo
8/23 – 9/22
Overview
One of your friends needs your help -- but they're too shy to ask you for it. So if you notice one of your friends acting oddly or stuck in a blue funk, reach out to them. Let them know that they can rely on you for support. And if they don't immediately take you up on your offer to talk, don't take it personally. Maybe you're just not the right person for the job, maybe they're not ready to talk about it with anyone. What matters most is that you offered to help them.

So if you are reading this and you need help . . .I AM HERE TO HELP YOU. I mean you no harm.
If you are reading this and you do not need help please disregard this post.

Who you gonna call?

I spend alot of time alone. Most times this doesn't really bother me. I get to be as messy, lazy, ungroomed as I want or as OCD, overdressed and overgroomed as I choose to be.

I mean it is perfectly ok for me to prance around my house in my jammies and gold strappy high heels with one perfectly plucked eyebrow and four different shades of red lipstick decorating my mouth. After all nobody home but Maggie-Pie, Murdy, Bruiser and Me. And the four leggers couldn't care less what I decorate myself with but then . . .the doorbell rings!

!BING BONG! buzz Utter silence befalls my home. What was that noise? Perfectly plucked eyebrow arched in surprise. Murdy and Bruiser on point. STRANGER DANGER! OH NOES!!
I frantically think what is more important to regular people, clothes or make-up? THINK WOMAN THINK!!!
!BING BONG! BING BONG! forget it, no time to think just grab a throw and throw it around yourself, kick off the heels and assume an "I just rolled out of bed" expression.
ANSWER the door. I should have drills for this.
What do I say? "Hello" "what the hell do you want" "I have a gun and large dogs"
I open the door.

I spy with my astigmatic eye, is it the neighbor boy? Could be, once he starts spouting gibberish about striped basketballs, I realize it has to be. Insert useless conversation here.

So I find some suitable outside clothes and venture with the boys as guards to the backyard to find the SUPERIMPORTANTENOUGHTOBOTHERABOUTSTRIPEDBASKETBALL and return it the the slow neighbor boy.
Neighbor boy proceeds to antagonize the boys not heeding my curt warning, "They BITE." Instead he tries to pet them, ughhhhhh and as I turn to walk away he asks "Is that house haunted?" (he asks me this every time he talks to me).
My reply "Not to my knowledge."
"cuz, I been seeing this white woman looking at me."
Me: "I have a lot of white friends."
"the ghost woman is fat (insert sweeping arm gesture) with like wavy brown hair (insert hand movements to reflect wavy long hair) I seen her looking at me."
Me: "Sorry."
and I walk off into the house to call dh and tell him that I should call an exterminator, for the fat white ghost that may or may not be a peeping tomasina.

I think more frightening than a ghost (which would be the AWESOME) is that the neighbor boy with no job and three kids must stand around looking into MY windows.

All alone

There are times that I wish I had friends. A for instance-> I want to go see a show in Austin and as I call around to find someone to share my excitement (looks and looks and looks) I find no one .
~sigh~

Hello Blog

So lots of stuff has happened but I'm not going to go into detail.

The highlights:

I got a kitten!

I sold Angus. :'(

The neighbors stole my kitten :(

I got a Maggie-Pie. She is the awesomeness. She is a seven year old doll faced Persian. White with green eyes, think Fancy Feast.

I quit the gym.

I joined a NEW gym.

I lost seventeen pounds.

I gained thirteen pounds.

ALL WAYS ARE MY WAYS

New tattoo. I got a ne-w-w-w-w-w tattoo!
I am the happiness.
I am not good with compromise. I am a fan of MY WAY. It isn't that I don't like your way, I just like mine better. So for years I have been thinking of a tattoo in honor of the Disney version of the Queen of Hearts. Love her just don't like the look of her. I finally got my idea straight in my head. I told Sam about it. The finished tattoo has a vague resemblance to my original idea.

I giggle when I think about it. Out of all the areas in life the one I am most flexible with, the area I am most likely to be open to compromise, TATTOOS!!

Cujo, the attack cat.

Last night I was sitting in the passenger seat of a friend's car. Just shooting the breeze before I said goodnight and headed for my front door. When out of the dark night something hits the driver side window. I screamed. We looked at each other with matching WTF!??! expressions. Seconds later a LARGE cat jumps on the hood of the running car MEOWS at us and starts pawing the windshield. We laughed with relief, "Just a kitty." BUT WE WERE WRONG! The cat runs up the windshield and unto the roof of the car. We hear his padded paws across the roof and back to the windshield. He eyes us from the roof. He is watching us. It is more than a wee bit creepy. He bats at us with sharp claws clicking on glass. What could he possibly want from us. I decide to risk it and make a run for the house. My friend revs the car and drives off. I see the cat jump off the roof of the car and land lightly on the driveway. He lands running towards me!
EEEEKK! Stupid keys, why oh why don't I have keyless entry to my house? But he stops, Gato, my lovable stray, is watching the attacking stranger thru slitted eyes. I truly believe Gato saved my calves from being bitten and scratched. Gato shall dine on Tuna tonight.
The whole incident has me thinking. Over two years at this house and within the last four months the cat population has risen from zero to ten. Where are they coming from and what do they want?

Do you see what I see . . .

Last November I read Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? I really enjoyed the book. I mean it I really did. I was excited enough to put the movie version on my Netflix queue but leary enough not to place it at the top of my Queue. Dh already had it in his so I took it off of mine and time passed. Yesterday Bladerunner and another movie arrived, I'm sick so I get to pick the movie. Guess what I picked??

Good guess! I was stumped. I didn't like the movie. At first I thought "I don't like it because it isn't the same as the book" but then I realized I just didn't like the movie.
But the whole episode got me to thinking. Dangerous, I know. Anyway, I was upset that there was so little focus on the animals and the protag's need for an animal. Blah, I'm not good with the words. I want someone to read the book or that has read the book to give me a call. I want to see what someone else's take is.

I'm suffocating.

I mean it. I'm not exaggerating. Ok, I'm exaggerating. I'm wearing shoes and socks. I know I'm crazy, right?
I hate wearing shoes. I despise wearing socks and shoes. I feel like I can't catch my breath. Ridiculous I know. I rarely wear shoes. Not at home or at work. I own tons of them but I can't ever seem to keep them on my feet. I can look around my office and spy at least two pairs of shoes that are not currently on my feet. I can scrounge around my car and there will be at least three more pairs of shoes lying about. I have been known to leave my shoes at other people's homes. Not particularly odd but how did I get home without realizing I was barefoot. Dh has on several occasions had to remind me that I can't go shopping/out to eat/to the library without shoes fortunately I usually have a few choices in the car :) Although one particular trip to Houston in dh's car we did have to make an unscheduled stop at Payless.

This place is abound with Thieves and Kidnappers!

So yesterday I noticed Max was missing. Max is my favorite office helper. All of my office helpers have names. Anyway, he was missing. I promptly searched all the shadowy valleys created by the mountains of work I have abandoned. I called his name frantically! I buzzed my cousin at her desk "Did you kidnap Max?!"
Her reply "No! Who is Max?" I hated to refer to him by his job but for the sake of his safety I took a deep breath . . ."My stapler." Max is more efficient and attractive than all the other staplers in the office building. I would go so far as to say the BEST stapler in the whole joint. Without Max and BRSNRK I could not do this job. Anyway, my lying thievish cousin was denying Max's abduction. I promptly forgot about Max for the rest of the day.
This morning I once again had to relive the HORROR of a missing Max. BRSNRK was inconsolable. I berated my lying thieving Max-napping cousin under my breath and was ready to stomp off and confront her when I discovered my new appreciation for the phrase "if it was a snake it would have bitten you."
Fortunately Max would never bite ME.

In case you see this . . .

HI!
I think you are smurf.
If you read this and send me a message that contains the magic word (smurf) I will tell you my name and send you cupcakes.

FIN!

Back piece done! It took two years due to lack of money and lack of time.
I finally finished something. Well maybe not all I really did was sit there.

Two weeks notice.

That is all I get. I hope this works out for him. I hope it is everything he wants it to be.
Personally I've always been a student of the school of thought that ABSENCE makes the heart grow fonder and familiarity breeds contempt. But I've been wrong before.

Furious!

So today is a waiting game. dh is waiting to hear back about an interview that will drastically affect my life.
I haven't had a coke in DAYS and I want breakfast. Longleaf is out of anything that is yummy. Every other item I considered has been defiled by onions. I'm not happy.

I got up on the wrong side

of books this year.
I'm usually an avid reader. I like to read. I'm good at it. I read fast and have a high comprehension level. Come on TEST ME!
BUT this year I have read only two (2) books. I loved both of them. Just couldn't finish the second one, it took me a month. I have started several novels in the past month and I read 15-30 pages then nothing. I have no desire to return! No interest in page 31!
I've been to the library. I've been to the used book store. I browse. I scavenge the shelves and scamper home gleefully with my loot. Start the books but nothing retains my interest. I finally cracked and splurged on NEW books from Amazon.com.
I'm putting quite a few eggs in the Amazon basket. I hope this pans out.

eh

I walked around in the rain, in a BAD neighborhood, after dark for nothing! My pottery class was cancelled. ~le sigh~
I need a new something.
On a sidenote, Peanut Butter Cup Pie from LongLeaf is yummy.

LIKE GOD!!!

I will create a new race from mud!
Ok, maybe clay. I am going to take a pottery class. I'm pretty excited about it. I have very little artistic ability but I love artistic expression.

This car doesn't fit.

I do not like my rental car. Trying to drive this car is like trying to walk a mile in someone else's shoes.
ALL WRONG!