forget ya troubles c'mon get happy!
balls to bleakness.
i see you mr. sunshine; winky winky-ing at me behind that cloudy grey.
giggling is my score.
sloppy, summer smiles are my accessories.
grid of memories from the past and fears of the future; enslaving me to stupor:
i thee depart.
euphoric chaos of the present, i shall wear you like a resplendent ballgown.
let's dance.
critical mass
accolades and audiences may tempt a loftier leap or sweeter smile,
but my own eyes and ears rank heaviest on my overall opera.
i find my finest feats of human kindness are always best carried out stag.
there's nothing more fulfilling than hearing the applause of just my own heart and head.
bitter
batshit crazy = me.
five of our smoke alarms decided to lose their juice last night starting at 1:38am.
not to take up all my time at once, each alarm politely waited 45 minutes in turn {once i had re-ensconced myself back into bed} to SOUND their hair curling screech screech.
the beasts tried to runaway to the nearest kill shelter; absolutely worthless in courage and pluck. they both have appointments with psychiatrists this morning: priscilla is binge eating and cutting herself, and truman is maniacally rocking back and forth, sucking his thumb.
i'm taking today one hour at a time; spoonfuls of coffee grounds into my mouth for energy.
i pity the fool who pisses me off today.
oh, and honey if you're reading this......really, really, really hope you're having a good time on the pebble beach bachelor party. last night was super fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun; so sorry you missed it....
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kreativ blogger
i'm sure there was some sort of mistake.
i'm so not worthy of such an award,
but, in what i suspect was copious amount of black tar heroin consumption,
the divine deborah of dumbwit tellher bestowed the very generous kreativ blogger badge upon moi.
to say i have procrastinated is putting it mildly: she gifted me march 1st.
tis how i roll. i'm still sending out wedding invitations, and we're coming up on our 2nd year anniversary.
i tend to fall behind.
part of my hesitance has been the job of summoning up 7 personal items of substance and circumstance to impart upon, you, my loveliest of readers.
i can easily give you 7 things that are annoying and compulsive. but the former......i gots nuttin.
rather than try to dazzle i will go for the informative route. these may not be sparkly, antic facts, but all are true and differentiate me from the all the other mouthy, half-japanese/half caucasian, childless, compulsive eating, newport beach housewives around here.
1. i am terrified i will be the worst mother ever. we're talking joan crawford style wretched. i'm in love with a baby i haven't even conceived. but i'm deathly afraid said child will be asking hh for someone more adept and competent with her first words.
2. i love gummi bears. but only the haribo brand. and only the orange and yellow bears. i won't touch red, white and green. they taste like someone else's regurgitated jello shots: a senior graduation trip to puerta vallarta i'm still trying to forget.
3. i like to have things planned way ahead of time. and i make lists like ina garten makes cobblers.
i'm a moronic-scheduling-maniac, who writes everything done in my filofax (yes, i still live in the 1990's), re-syncs it in my blackberry, and triple confirms it to my desk calendar. i even schedule my spontaneity.
4. i take multiple baths everyday.
5. crickets. i hate crickets. i also hate silence which, in effect, is pseudo-crickets.
6. my left pinky toe lies horizontal. i was born with it this way. we call it bitch toe.
7. i am always cold. i wear a fluffy, cozy wrappy all the time to keep warm. even in 100 degree costa rica sunshine i had goosebumps. it's no longer adorable to my hh, but to still to get his attention i dramatically cry out, "baby, i am frijoles!!".
yes, i know this translates to " i am beans." BUT i like the way it almost sounds like "i am freezing", and it makes him smile.
so there you go. my seven things. it only took me 4 months to figure them out, put them to paper, and post.
i'm apparently supposed to tag the kreativ blogger onto 7 other blogs to keep the party going.
argh!! i hate that i have to narrow it down to 7....
duel living, jeune marie, sweet nothings, reverie, trust your style, with love from pittsburgh, and audrey onassis.
feel free to accept the tag if you like or pass it on to your discretion.
thank you again deb. you set the standard, oh goddess of katy, texas.
coffee break
i'm back on the crack.
with zero regrets.
2am 4am, 6am (thank you amanda), 8am, 10am, 1pm, 2:30pm, 5pm....
i can't explain the amour, the attraction, the courtship of sipping my piping hot, syrupy black love.
it ministers my moments with meditation; vents meaning into the tiniest of cracks of time, and molds memories from what would otherwise be breaths ungrateful.
venti, bold please. no room for cream or sugar.
partly cloudy
talk to me sunshine, drop me a line.
let me know your gums are healthy and teeth are white.
it's been a shivery june, full of goosebumps and sweaters;
making foreheads furrow and yawns appear uninvited.
if you insist on continuing this cloudy coyness, at least stir me up a sticky, sultry storm.
i'm a sucker for warm, dark rain with an occasional beastly crack of thunder;
junkies on repeat and the windows open wide to the rowdy, wet ruckus= i'm a happy girl.
just pick a side. i want drama. give me tears or fits of giggles.
i'm bored with this weak tea in a styrofoam cup.
manic monday
i feel like i'm hopping out of one hamster cage and right into another.
round and round; no time for tea, crumpets, or conversation.
as a kid i was never good at double dutch. i was terrified of jumping out.
so i just stayed in. hopping until the recess bell rang. pissing everyone else off who wanted a turn.
i don't want to miss my summer.
pressing pause.
attempting to turn my glances into stirring memories.
wednesday whimsy
i have a bear of a day.
typically i'd moan and groan, and count the minutes until my pillow and i rendezvous anew.
balls to bellyaching!
today i'm seasoning my day with silly and frisky.
even when the fatigue inroads my body, i'm can choose whoopee and wingding!
here's to adding a little hoopla to your wednesday friends!
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a birthday party
it's my birthday today!
i'm having a party. you're invited.
please wear your fanciest frock
and shoes for shimmying to the left and to the right.....
we'll finish with smiles and sugar!
a party favor of sprinkles to keep you safe until next year.
we'll twirl our way back home; whirling into dreamland, weary from the whimsy.
happy dance!
ramblings.....
nothing to see here, move along. no shiny, twirly, tippy-toe news.
i have a sneeze that wakes me up every morning now, come two a.m. just one sneeze. he's polite that way. if sneeze's had accents his would most definitely sound british.
ah chew.
nathaniel winthorp chesterfield scratchy nose then scurries off until the next time i'm in dreamland, where he wakes me anon.
tis not pesty, although once i'm awoken i'd have greater chance throwing down half court for the lakers than falling quickly back to sleep.
so i read. waiting to be moved. hoping rather.
lately all my reads have had an overall chapstick flavor. not wretched, not grand. happily tolerable. {note i did not say cherry}
maybe it's just my mood still. a general matte finish upon everything i perceive. matte finish can be comely you know?
i must say, though, last night's dinner of chardonnay and peanut m &m's, candy colored in all shades of girl, was terribly delightful!!
so fa-la-la to that!
happy thursday!