Every end leads to a new beginning.

New Year's is probably my least favorite holiday.  I'm trying to give it a shot this year.  Using it as a point of change for myself.  To work towards new (or old) goals; mentally recharge and reattack life, take stock of where I am.  I'm a reflecter and analyzer.  I've been reflecting a lot lately.  And I do need to make some changes.  Keeping those in mind at all times and when I want to be weak will be the challenge-but I have to.  I can't let fear hold me back; change is not always a bad thing.  Change is scarier here because I often feel like I'm by myself-no extended family to fall back on if a decision goes wrong.  Makes it a little riskier.  Doesn't make it less possible or necessary.

I'm also grateful for what I have and the people in my life.  Even the ones I don't get to see or talk to often.  It amazes me how there are certain people in your life who, no matter how long you've been apart, you always feel like they've been there everyday inbetween. You're still as close, and whereas they may not know the day to day details of your existence-they know You.  And that is comforting and grounding and wonderful. It's precious-cherish it. 

I'm grateful.  And I'm going to be better this year. 

Vacation to me...

3 days off in a row!  Usually I don't like being off that long in a row because you have no idea what's going on or what's happened in the store while you were gone.  Bit right now-I am stoked to not have to go to work!  It's a mini-vacation!  I have a chiropractor appointment and a In The Hieghts excursion tomorrow.  I slept in today and will stay up late and read nonsense and sleep in tomorrow.  That is how a vacation should roll (well since I can't go to Hawaii).  I also have a Bed Bath and Beyond trip in my future (yay gift cards from sisters!) 

The house has been so quiet these last few days that I will be a bit sad for everyone to come home and make it a little louder.  But I'm not letting that ruin my vacation either.  Besides the roommate is bringing home new toys!  PS3!  Yay!  Oh Blu-ray you are in my future!  And games-i'm not a big gamer but I'm looking forward to learning.  And if that Wii ever gets back to this house that would be nice too!

Oh vacation!

Merry Christmas

Tis Christmas Day (or night) and all through the house we hear A Christmas Story on the TV set.  "You'll Shoot Your Eye Out!"  plays on loop in our head as the fruit cake does sommersaults in our stomachs.  A white Christmas is great when home with a fire but less than welcomed when roadtripping through cornfields.  But a star bright peaks through the clouds and leads us to our home, where the twinkle lights on the tree warm the front room.  Wrapping paper and empty boxes litter the floor with small children passed out under the tree, smelling the pine and sap and dreaming of the fun they'll have with the new toys and games (and snow) tomorrow.  As Ralphy shoots his eye out, we laugh and think fondly of past holidays when we were once young, and filled with pie and sugarplums.  And as the snow begins to fall again to softly blanket our houses in innocence, we fall asleep as contented as can be.

Merry Christmas!

A New Day is right around the corner...

Ugh.  That's basically all I can say.  I guess the stress is showing. 

You can't please everyone-and I know this.  It doesn't stop me from wanting to please everyone-however, foolish the idea.  And I usually don't stress when I don't-because I do have a semi-realistic bone in my body.  But something is going on and I have no clue what.  It would be great to not wear my emotions on my sleeve-it would be great to be able to hide everything like I used to.  I was pretty miserable then though, I'm thinking more miserable than now.  It's just a rough patch, I know.  I'll feel better in a couple days-can't dwell on this and let it bring me down.  It just sucks. 

On a completely other topic (bipolar moment)
Chocolate covered marshmallows rolled in graham crackers!  So good!  A smore without the fire-but still pretty darn tasty!

I Should Be Sleeping

I should be sleeping.  Work is only 7 hours away.  But I just got home and am decompressing. 

It was Ugly Christmas Sweater day today-what fun! It was a blast to see te booksellers and customers laughing and gawking and having a goodtime-all from some ugly sweaters.  But hey-whatever works!
It does feel a little more Christmas-y.  We have this slush they call snow on the ground now.  Winter is a little more present.  Although the weather has been so tame lately that it's hard to believe that people don't think global warming is happening! 

We put up our Christmas tree this week too!  It's gorgeous-a frasier fur!  I know I've already blogged about my gorgeous Christmas Tree-but I'm just too in love with it to not mention it again. 

I'm almost done Christmas shopping.  I'm on a search for something for one more person-who is proving to be a bit difficult-probably because I'm not sure that what I want to get him actually exists-but I do have a less personal back up.  But I am totally one of "those" customers now that goes into the store with the question that no one knows how to answer because I don't actually know exactly what I'm looking for because I don't actually know it exists.  Why haven't I Googled it?!?!  Ugh!  I can't believe I wasted all this time...!

Happy Holidays!

Christmas Tree Care

It's here! My first Christmas tree out on my own! We had one my first year here-but it was more Deb's than mine-she bought it, decorated it,-everything. So now Me and Joe have our own! Thank God my roommate indulges my whims like this!

So It's sitting in some sugar water. We got the nursery to cut an inch or so off of the bottom-to give it a nice fresh cut to soak up the water (and sugar). It will sit in it's sugar water and stand for 24 hours to hydrate and let the branches fall. So by tomorrow afternoon it will be ready for decorating! :) The house smells so wonderful! This has now made my Christmas cheer come to life.

Plus Krista and I went to the Christkindle Market tonight too! Such Christmas wonderfulness! And peeps are coming over tomorrow to help decorate. It's really the best times ever!

I guess growing into adulthood isn't so bad.  Happy Holidays!

elevators tears and emergenC

Well I got stuck in the freight elevator today. Just couldn't take it that it was really broken. I thought I knew the solution. So off of my partner in crime's stellar advice-being that the buddy system now be used in the frieght elevator-we both got in. Let me preface this by saying that the cafe manager had just gotten stuck and had to pry herself out because the doors wouldn't open. But I thought we could just ride it back up and bring it back down again-it would line up with the floor and everything would by ok. And my partner in crime-and her buddy system rule-decided to follow me into the freight elevator. And as i pulled the door down and the latch hooked-I had a small concern: what if it really is broken and now both closing managers are stuck in the elevator? Not that that would happen because I knew how to fix the issue. However, the elevator wasn't aware that it was supposed to be listening to my wonderful idea and suddenly be fixed. So the second after my that concern voiced itself in my head-it was reality. And we were both stuck in the freight elevator. Both closing managers, hanging out in the freight elevator.
Luckily it's spacious in there. It was a little chilly, because this is the elevator that goes up and down from our loading dock and it's drafty. Thank God my partner in crime thought to bring her coffee with her-and a book. The book just happened to be-Are You There Vodka, It's Me Chelsea. By Chelsea Handler. So there we are, sitting on pallet jack and cardboard, Chelsea Handler in hand; people breaking broom handles trying to pry open the doors, and pull levers and push big red scary buttons. All the while, no one's told our boss yet. But when she does find out she considers leaving us in there to "think about what we'd done." And of course-it's my fault that we were both in there-eventhough the buddy system was totally, completely and utterly not my idea. I did not force her into the elevator or any such nonsense. And yet it's my fault-go figure.
Finally, about a half hour later ( probably not that long-but I can dream), through brute force that no one else could muster (probably because they didn't really want us out of the elveator), our store detective rescued us from our traumatic predicament. I mean really-if we were claustrophobic or had a fear of...freight elevators, we could've been in trouble. But thankfully our big strong detective was there to save the day.
An hour later, facing a sobbing bookseller, who was upset that I had made her job easier (that's right I said easier), I was once again wishing I was still in the broken freight elevator. I mean sobbing! I don't know about anybody else, but if my boss comes up to me and says, you know what-we have people to do this so you can actually do your job today and not 5 different ones-I'd be fucking exstatic! I mean, I wish for that every day! I would love and not have to go and clean up other people's half done stuff, or run their department for a few hours, and then MOD on top of it all. I'd love to come in and just be a merch manager for a day. But not my bookseller. They would rather project all night and ignore the customers and embarass my kids lead.
And then I threw an emergenC packet in the detective's face. Right in his face-smack dab in the middle of his face. It was pretty funny.

The Windy City Chronicles

Chicago Nov. 2009

(Well it's technically 24th-but night of 23rd)

It's a foggy and chilled evening. London-esque (not that I've ever been there-but I've heard). The dampness is fall trying to hold on before winter hits us head on. Thanksgiving is around the corner, and whereas the leaves have mostly fallen and the trees mostly bare, the bitter cold has yet to present itself. But back to the foggy night on the streets of the Windy City...

The streetlamp casts an eerie yellow glow on a vacant street that is all but abandoned due to construction. Filled with orange cones, huge cememt cylinders that will eventually be sewers, and silent bulldozers and dumptrucks we here the steps of someone walking. It's a confident and steady step. Not in a hurry, not dallying, deeper than a woman's high heel click clap, but not the sound of a rubber sole. As the sound gets closer a shadow starts to appear on the ground. A long shadow of a man, a tall man, a tall well toned man, the sound was obviously his cowboy boots, as his shadow showed a man with a stetson on his head. As he stepped directly under the light, it was like watching a cowboy from an old movie western walk right off the screen directly onto the Chicago street. The stetson shadowed his face but she could just make out the dark tresses that brushed his shoulders. His very wide shoulders, that were very clear in his long cowboy trench coat (did this guy just get off a cattle run or something?), which hung on his 6'2" body and stopped right around his knees, opened at the front-clearly the cold and wind of the city didn't bother him. He turned away from her, responding to a sound from behind him that he didn't like. She could see his shoulders tense and tighten the fit of his coat on his upper body as he turned around. He scanned the block and the mounds of dirt and gravel until he was certain no one was there and turned back around to look right at her. He was staring right at her. How could he see her, how had he known? But he saw her, she was dressed all in black and tucked into the shadows, behind one of the giant wheels of a dump truck. He tried to hide a smirk as he walked towards her. There was no hiding now. She looked for a route of escape; she could crawl under the truck to the other side and try and make a run for it, but it was up against a fence and she knew that of the 2 directions she could run once on the other side, one was blocked with cememt cylinders and the other would just point her toward him. She had no choice but to come out of the shadows and face the music. As she stepped out of her hiding spot and into the light she gave her fiercest glare and braced herself for the assault.

And I wish unto all a good night

So, now that I have a bed, chronicles from the floor can't really happen. A new witty name for the scrawlings of my random boring life in Chicago. I'll have to figure that out. But I am trying to slow down a bit, enjoy things, enjoy life.

Chicago has the parade of lights the Saturday before Thanksgiving, and last year I went and I was freezing and was so far down Michigan Ave-I couldnt' see anything. This year the weather was great, and technically we were in a good spot-but it was so flippin crowded that even on my tippy toes, I couldn't quite see a whole lot. But there were a couple balloons, and there were a couple higher floats, and there were pine twigs in the big blocks that hold the bushes. And yes, I took one of those branches, that smelled so gloriously of pine trees/christmas trees/nature. It now adorns the fire place and pine permeates the air. It's such a glorious smell. I love it.

Which leads me to my present predicament. Where to buy my Christmas Tree? I'm a little afraid of these city lots with the trees brought in from who knows where. I mean, I like to know that when you go to the lot, the tree was cut down from the field next to the lot the day before. These trees are from somewhere far away, are possibly already so dried out that there's no salvaging them. Clearly research or a roadtrip is needed. Because I don't want a dead tree come Christmas morning. I'm sure that's some sort of bad omen. It's a dilemma. I could go into Ohio-Toledo-one of the several farms around my parents house, I'm sure sells Christmas trees. Or do I road trip it up north and see something I haven't seen before and find a farm. It's more rural in Wisconsin right? They have farms? Or hills? Are there any hills between here and the Rocky Mountains? Yes this will take some homework-I don't want a crappy tree.

Goodnight.
Oh and by the way-I'm on chapter 35 of Pioneer Woman's Love story with Marlboro Man-it's great! They just got engaged!

Romance is in the air

Surprises are usually surprises and aren't always great. But good surprises, not bad-the tire just blew out, or dog just died surprises-but the nice ones that make you giddy for hours and hours and your face hurts from smiling because you just can't help it. Well, even when it's not specifically for you it's hard to not smile too.
That's how the past couple days have been.

First of all, I have become enamored with The Pioneer Woman. She is a blogger who has a new cookbook and just came to my store. So I looked her up because people are freakish about her-they LOVE her. And I know why-she's a real person with a real love story. She did a series of blogs about how her and her husband met and fell in love and got married. And let me tell you-a cowboy is the way to go! I was shocked when I started reading this-it was just too good to be a true story. I mean he walked right out of some romance novel and seems perfect. And if you're saying-well no one's perfect-you're right. However, meeting these people, seeing their family, they are truly a love story. Their family is so cute and he is so supportive of her, and The Pioneer Woman said it herself, he's not perfect, but he's perfect for her. And she's probably right-and now I'm looking for my own cowboy. I've always had a little thing for cowboys but I thought that in reality they'd probably be a little on the chauvinistic side, perhaps a little more conservative than I'd be able to handle, but boy oh boy-I'm hooked-I don't care-I'll take 'em-faults and all!

Then seeing two people who are so happy to see eachother. One having been surprised by the other-they live in separate states. The sheer giddiness and happiness that radiates from them is intoxicating. It shows you that you really need to appreciate the time you have together. The surprise is always great, and sometimes tearful, as the one realizes that someone went so out of the way for them. Made a long trip, time, money, tear and wear, and all for them. The hands that can't separate, or when they do not for long, for fear that they'll disappear. The looking out of the corner of the eye because to look completely away would make the other disappear. The glow. The glow of love and joy that radiates from the faces of the lovers. Drunkeness!

Oh Romance-forget Valentine's Day-Fall-heading into winter-heading into the magical holiday season is when these things happen. I love the magic of the holidays. Look for those moments, those interactions between people who just enjoy eachothers' company freely and happily. Drink from that cup, share it with your friends, and block out the ugliness that may try and invade.

BTW Ree Drummond is The Pioneer Woman-check out her site-Google her and you'll find her. It's great!

Update!!!!

Well, I'm not sleeping on the floor anymore. So those chronicles will have to be something else. I did sleep on the floor for a couple weeks though-until I discovered another air matress in the basement! So I carried that upstairs-but the better news is I now have a real bed! Yeppers! The landlord was going to clean out the basement of anything that wasn't marked-and well this bed was a recent addition to the basement. I don't know if Deb left it or it was one of the girls' from upstairs, but it's mine now! And I'm diggin it! Free bed!

I also have a niece-who I am totally in love with. She is the absolutely cutest thing in the world! And I am terribly territorial with her during the 2 times I've been home. But she and I are kindred spirits-she almost makes me want to move back home-almost.

So all in all-the rough time of September is almost over. The new roomie is moved in-we're slowly building our collection of stuff for the house (furniture and the like). I'm on the lease for at least a year, and if I decide to move will actually have deposit money coming back to me-so it'll be possible to move if I want! Gosh I'm almost a grown up!

Welcome Fall-may your colors be as bright and various as the possibilities in the world endless.

Sleeping on the floor chronicles 1

I'm not sure what else I can do? I'm really trying here-I'm trying to save up, make it, not get depressed or frustrated. But it's getting really difficult.
I know-in a few years, or months (hopefully) I'll look back on this time and laugh. Well, I'm hoping so.
My airbed-my island of wonderfulness-has a leak. Now I would have fixed this leak-covered it with tape or something; but I couldn't find it. I was hoping I was wrong and that I had accidentally left the valve open-but alas-it has a leak and will not stay filled. I don't know what recently happened to cause this-since it's been up for over a week now and hasn't had an issue. But it happened.
I feel like giving in-I feel like throwing the towel. The saving grace is that I can't. I have not job anywhere else. So, I have no options but to make this work. And I'm going to-I just don't want to sleep on the floor for the next 3 months!
But I'll laugh about it later. I'll laugh about it later.
I'll laugh about it when my neighbors shut up and let me go to sleep on my little bed of blankets and comfortors!

It continues

I have been in Chicago almost 2 years now. My how time flies. I've been in my store for a full year now! No more hopping around! I'm probably more excited about life here at this point than when i was when i got here.
I'm about to sign a lease, have a new roommate and be a bit more independent than I was. I have friends, new and old, here now. It's a melding of my worlds from different points in my life, which I think would be awkward, except that it's the thing I've been waiting to happen since my arrival.
I'm about to become an aunt in a month! Which is a whole new role and challenge with living away from my family. So, yes it's a bittersweet thing, but no I'm not moving back. I appreciate my friends and fmily more now, and know that I'm on a path that will probably veer from their location often. Doesn't make me love them less, just makes me not take the time we have together for granted.
I'm looking forward to this new beginning. I used to hate change-it scared me, but there's nothing left to do at the moment but embrace it. Thanks to recent additions to my friendscape here-I had someone remind me how good it is right now. That we're making it, we're having fun and enjoying life (even on a budget). Don't stress the hard stuff-it doesn't help, and you'll figure it out (I mean there's usually no choice so you just gotta do it).
And the weight on my shoulders is a little lighter.

The Waiting Game

I hate waiting. Patience was never my virtue. Loyalty I think is-which helps with the patience. But I'm still twiddling my thumbs a lot and tapping toes, waiting waiting waiting.

Waiting for???
Well, that's an excellent question. Waiting for the lightbulb to go on. To be out of debt. To get promoted. For the other shoe to drop. For Mr. Right to walk in the door. To be appreciated.
For my life to figure itself out. Whatevs.

I'm betting we never truly "figure it out" anyways. Whatevs. It's all about the people-the relationships you have. The people you and the impressions you leave on them. Hopefully a positive one. I mean that's really all I want to do with life. I just want leave a positive impact on the people around me. Now if I could just remember that in my weaker moments/days.

Saturday Night

Saturday night/Sunday morning. It was a great time tonight. Hung out with Laura and Joe, and some of their friends. Blue Agave, and then some place in Wicker Park that was way cool. Cortland Lanes or something...not sure. Anyways, good times! And I may have found a new roommate in Joe! Which would be awesome-cause-well I know him already, and he is a blast, and he has furniture, and I'd probably see Laura some more.

But tonight was the stress reliever I needed. And Joe has some good friends. Jackie, Andy, and Mike-just really nice peeps. But I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I just needed to destress a bit.

Joe was pretty drunk. Very drunk. He reminded me of those blow up life size people with weights in the bottom and rock. You can punch them and they don't fall over. Think Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2-in the toy store.

I'm way thirsty! Way tired and way going to bed! Goodnight!

Lemonade

I'm willing summer to be here by putting lemonade in the fridge. I even cut up real lemons to put in the pitcher (cause i use country time lemonade mix). It's yummy!

I find myself more excited about life recently. Eventhough not everything's perfect; I mean I don't really know where I'm living come September. There's a few people I need to talk to to figure that one out. And well, I still have bills. And I still live on a budget. But really some of those things I would like to live without (ex. bills) aren't really realistic if I want to be able to plug stuff in and have it work. And eventhough my Au Gratin potatoes are more like potato soup-it still tastes pretty good. So what the heck.

And I have visitors coming this month! Makes me happy! Seeing as none of my family or friends have been here since I moved. (well Missy was but she was here with work and didn't see my house, Andrea was, but she was really visiting her boys, and Shawn was but he was really here for a convention...) Anyways, I'm excited for visitors-and hope to keep them coming. It makes me learn new areas of Chicago that I haven't seen/explored yet.

Blowing off the bike ride till Wednesday-cause I have laundry to do! And a book to read, and since I'm doing the split today I don't want to tire myself out.

Exciting times at work (as always). Down managers, up managers, down managers, training managers, it's crazy. It's my own personal theatre experiment i think. And I still maintain that retail establishments would probably make a great place to have a reality television show. Just sayin!

tis all for now

my wee little telenovela-names have been changed to protect the privacy of the players.

It's April-joy. It's raining and dreary and cold outside. But inside...it's just starting to get interesting!
My roommate; we'll call her Auriel, has been living with me for almost 2 months. She has had, what i thought was her boyfriend, we'll call him Alan, since she moved in. I mean he's stayed over and what not-I didn't really question anything. Besides there's a bit of a language barrier and who wants to get into the nitty gritty early on. I mean, I like Alan so I had no problemo with him being around.
A week ago though-no we should probably go back to the Spanish Dinner night. The Spaniards planned a nice Spanish dinner, with the Spanish Omelette and Meatballs, and some sort of peasant salad. It was very tasty! ANd there were about 7 spaniards there. Lot's of espanol flying around the room. Well, it's at this dinner party I hear the first whisper of Auriel's boyfriend coming to visit soon.
In my head "boyfriend?...?...!" "WTF?"
Alan's roommate who was here for the dinner was telling Alan to "not sweat it." He had met his current girlfriend in a similar situation and they were still together.
Well I kinda thought I had heard things wrong. Ok, maybe I didn't really think that-but I was hoping.
My hope was a lost cause.
2 weeks later arrives Auriel's boyfriend...from Spain. I didn't actually meet him until his 2nd or 3rd day here because I spent some time with Alan and his friends and then had to work, etc. etc.....ok I may have been avoiding it a little. I mean I'm kind of partial to Alan and was feeling bad that he was having to deal with this. Alan, though, was feeling bad for Auriel because he said it had to be even worse for her! I think he's pretty smitten!
Well I'm feeling a bit weird-cause well, i know what's going on. And Auriel and her boyfriend are so different than Auriel and Alan...but that's not it. Then there was The Question.
"Is she being a good girl?"
In my head "well, define good."
I mean what am I supposed to do/say? I knew this was coming and knew I was dreading having to lie-cause let's just be honest, I can't hide things like I used to.
In my head "thank God we're all drinking!"
i say, laughingly, "Of course!" (inside my head-God don't hate me)!
Yes, I lied. But you know Alan probably would have said she was being a good girl! (and you can take whatever kind of meaning you want from that-I'm sure all apply!)
Part of me thinks he knows-or at least suspects. I'm not sure. But he doesn't respond well to hearing Alan's name-there's no language barrier in that one. It's all polite on the surface but there's an underlying...something that is not completely friendly.
With one more week of this Triangle playing out in front of my very own eyes-and bedroom door-who knows what could happen!

My own Telenovela

So I have found that drama is created for lack of anything better to do. People are just never happy-and instead of working harder on making things good or better-they'd rather help someone elses life become worse. I mean don't get me wrong-In work I'm never satisfied-I always want to be better and push myself. It's competitive-that's what I like about it. But I don't want to be thebest because I made someone else the worst through less than integral actions. I want to be the best because I do an awesome fucking job.

Times like these really make you step back and see that life isn't all about being the best-not if you're taking it home with you every day and letting it consume you. Slow down! The journey is important. The Spaniards are a great reminder of that for me. I may think they're a little more of the slow down mode that I would like-but they're enjoying life a little more than I. So I need to fix that, because I want to enjoy life to it's fullest. It's not always easy. Bills and responsibilities can put a damper on things at times. But that is a part of life. And sometimes we just have to face that and learn to live with it and pick out the good. It's there.

And so the story goes....

Well, I'm getting a new roommate. I'm excited about it. I used to hate change and uncertainty-I wasn't loving it when Deb started talking about this whole sublet thing-but it's actually worked out so far. Laura-sublet 1-has been awesome. I'm going to miss her and am excited to go see RENT with her! Her love for Indian people and hearing tidbits about her experiences there-was fun. And we laughed a lot! So she is moving out and Aurora is moving in.

Fun times-Aurora is from Spain! So, it looks like I'll be re-learning some spanish and she'll be learning some english. Or at least that's the goal...well one of them. I don't know much about her other than she is from Spain and has a couple of cute guys Spanish friends. So that can't be bad! She's here for 6 months and I think we will have some good times. And hopefully some barbecues on the back porch!

I have recently-well not found out exactly-but I have realized that I have become a much more appraochable person than I used to be. This is good. At work sometimes I wish it weren't the case-but you win some you lose some. I think that this might be why the subletting thing is working out so well. I really hit it off with Laura-and Aurora had emailed me saying that she found a cheaper place but really like me and thought I'd be nice-so she wanted the room. And at work-well, i'm not the hated one. And I can still maintain standards with the staff. There are times when I wish I were less approachable for some-and the reign of Dena fear isn't completely absent-but for the most part I'm finding a nice balance. Something I wasn't sure was possible. So I guess this is a yay me post-and well I needed one. Next week might not have me in such a positive outlooking mood.

i haven't been here in a while

February-haven't been here since last February. It's a short month. I don't like it cause it makes money tight-extra tighter than usual.

The State of the Union is on Tuesday. And I'm excited-this will be the first State of the Union in 8 years that I'm excited to watch and will probably be able to get through without throwing something at the television. How wonderful will that be? i mean our President is articulate! Who would have thought?!?! And he's a constitutional lawyer! I mean-wow a const. lawyer as the President-well finally someone who knows what the constitution is!

And Gay marriage-isn't denying this a clear violation of the 14th amendment and a blatant sign that we are recognizing an established religion's belief? Which would be unconstitutional because we supposedly have a separation of church and state. The things we worry about amaze me. People are starving, unemployed, losing their homes, dying of malaria, or thirst-and we're worried about 2 people we don't know and may never know our whole lives-getting married. Quite honestly those priorities are fucked up! Really?!? People!

Ok so that's my rant-I'm gonna get back to making my hanky panky's and cooking dinner. Yay for the Oscars tomorrow!

Ode to the New Computer

I love thee
Let me Count the ways
you type
and surf
and play
and show
and list
and view
and work.
Amen