I ate the first tiny tomato from my garden today. I feel sorry for people who will never get to taste a fresh from the garden tomato. My garden hasn’t quite flourished this year. I’ve had one teeny tiny cucumber (that I insisted on peeling & slicing so I could eat it) and two tiny tomatoes. The plants look healthy, but aren’t bearing much fruit. Of course, for me the planting and watching grow is almost as good as harvesting. I was so desperate for “gardening” today that I repotted all of my houseplants.
(I just reread this blog, and I realize, it is very random. Sorry bout that, but you see how my mind is working these days.)
My dreams have been so vivid lately, they leave me feeling empty when I wake up.
I’m excited that my math class starts in 18 days.
Also, I’m considering signing up for a yoga class. Yeah, I know. Me + Yoga = AreYouFuckingKiddingMe? But, it seems so…relaxing, centering. I crave centering.
I’ve been having little fantasies about one of my “clients” lately. It’s kinda funny actually. I was telling Magnum about it today and it was making me laugh my head off. Of course, he too has fantasies about her…but that’s another story. J
Skye texted the other night. I haven’t talked to her since she moved to Massachusetts with her girlfriend. We didn’t really text about much, and then I got home and we didn’t have any power, and I never got back to texting. It’s better that she’s far away, because I cannot resist her. Have you seen that girl?
Magnum & I have this conversation a lot. Me (excitedly!): Oh it’s storming!!! Think we’ll have tornado warnings? Magnum: Um, no. This is upstate NY, not the Midwest. We don’t have tornados. Yeah. He just texted. He’s on his way home and apparently he heard on the radio that there are tornado warnings. And I know it’s weird, but it excites me. You know how you learn from preschool, until you graduate, all about fires and fire safety. And several times a year the school has fire drills? Yeah, in my schools we had tornado drills. Everyone would go into the hallway and scrunch down with their arms shielding their heads from debris. I was astounded when I realized that the schools here do not engage in any tornado preparedness.
I’m wearing orthopedic underwear right now. J Ha. That’s what I call any sort of granny panties.
Ok, I’m out. Laterz.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Some Like It Hot
Finally Summer has arrived in Upstate NY. Hot muggy icky sweaty summer. I am not cold. I will be not cold for approximately the next two weeks, at which time summer in Upstate will be over, and I will again be cold. But for now…I’m basking in the warmth. (Of course, Magnum Hates the heat!!)
If I weren’t married to a man who loves my hair to be long, I would have it cut short. Shorter than I’ve ever had it. I’m just so…tired of it. But I don’t want him to say I look like his ex wife. Although I did fall in love with a Chihuahua the other day.
So, on Saturday, I wanted to do something different. Something we don’t do every other Saturday. Yeah, it didn’t work out. We still ended up in Saratoga. Although we managed to visit places other than the normal places…it still isn’t what I had in mind. And, I think, I’m a cheap date because it doesn’t take much to please me. I say, Let’s do something different and Magnum hears Let’s do something outrageous and expensive. When I say, Let’s do something different, I mean, let’s drive East, instead of North. I mean, just do something besides the same thing I do, and have been doing, every Saturday for the past 3 years. Drive me to Vermont & let me look at the quaint little shops. I don’t have to buy anything. Take me to a river that I’ve never been to, or a park. Chaknow? And, of course, then I feel bad for Magnum because he’s been driving 45 minutes one way to work every day, and all he wants to do is rest on the weekend. I’ve been home all week, and all I want to do is run all weekend.
If I weren’t married to a man who loves my hair to be long, I would have it cut short. Shorter than I’ve ever had it. I’m just so…tired of it. But I don’t want him to say I look like his ex wife. Although I did fall in love with a Chihuahua the other day.
So, on Saturday, I wanted to do something different. Something we don’t do every other Saturday. Yeah, it didn’t work out. We still ended up in Saratoga. Although we managed to visit places other than the normal places…it still isn’t what I had in mind. And, I think, I’m a cheap date because it doesn’t take much to please me. I say, Let’s do something different and Magnum hears Let’s do something outrageous and expensive. When I say, Let’s do something different, I mean, let’s drive East, instead of North. I mean, just do something besides the same thing I do, and have been doing, every Saturday for the past 3 years. Drive me to Vermont & let me look at the quaint little shops. I don’t have to buy anything. Take me to a river that I’ve never been to, or a park. Chaknow? And, of course, then I feel bad for Magnum because he’s been driving 45 minutes one way to work every day, and all he wants to do is rest on the weekend. I’ve been home all week, and all I want to do is run all weekend.
Update Schmupdate
No, I have not been blogging lately. Not because I don’t want to, but because of certain circumstances. Trust me, I don’t like it. But it is what it is and there’s not much I can do about it for now. I’ll get back to it. Hopefully soon.
But, while I’m here, I may as well update.
Sigh. Am I this boring? I can think of nothing worth writing? It’s just been so long that I don’t know where to begin.
Well, I guess one thing is...I LOVE the Laundromat. Really. I love the way it smells. I love the hummm hummm tnkkk tnkkk of the dryers. I love how nothing comes out of the dryers wrinkly. I love that I can get a week worth’s of laundry washed dried and folded in 2 hours. (Yes, we have a washer, but there’s something wrong with the drain thingy ... so I had to go to the mat on Sunday.) There’s a peace in it? At least to me. I’m sure if I didn’t have my own washer and dryer and I had to go to the mat every week I’d probably loathe it.
Class starts in three weeks. I can’t wait. I am actually gonna do it this time. And, I’ve already studied every chapter in the book. Really. I did vocabulary, just like in junior high. But I know stuff now, that I would have been confused about when I got to class. So it’s all good.
Mist and I are on friendly terms again. Not buddy buddy, but at least an occasional email or text. Pawn and I however, are not. I mean, she tries to be all friendly, but I’m just not that into it. She came to get her stuff from the house last week, and it was eh. I was cordial. She was talking her head off as usual. She’s going back to school, which is one thing she’s done that’s smart.
Oh, here’s NEWS. Wait. Have I ever given her a name? Probably not, since I never planned to write about her. Hmmm, now I have to think. Anyway (fillinnamehere) texted me a few weeks ago and said she missed me. Out of no where. And, I wouldn’t have thought much about it, except I had been dreaming about her for a few nights prior. We’ve texted back and forth a time or two, but I know being friends with her always ends badly. I told her that being her friend was dangerous because I always end up hurt. I’m definitely pacing myself. She’s just one of those things. I’ve used this quote to describe a relationship with her: “I love chocolate, but if I keep eating it, one day I’ll regret it.” That’s her. I want to nom nom nom her up, but 2 weeks later I end up wanting to puke on my shoes. The question is, is that chocolate yummy enough to endure the puking later? Probably not. Right?
I haven’t really been into women lately. J No really. I think when my life isn’t as I’d like it to be, I can’t really focus on anything, especially a relationship with another woman. Eeeekkk. They wear me out. Of course, I haven’t exactly found the right woman yet, I guess. Because when I do, it won’t be hard. It won’t be something that stresses. It will be something that is comfortable. And someone who’s employed. J Someone who makes me sigh contently ... like Magnum does.
I’m reading the Twilight Saga again. I’m at the very end of the 4th book. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of reading those. And, the new movie “New Moon” is in theatres on November 20th. I’m even gonna try to go see a midnight showing. Whoot. (And I just read that the next movie will be out in June 2010.)
I’m writing a treatment. Doesn’t that sound fancy? Ha. It’s a concept for a reality show. I read somewhere that I should refer to myself as a writer, if that’s what I want to be. So, “Hi. I’m a writer”. Sounds kinda pompous huh?
But, while I’m here, I may as well update.
Sigh. Am I this boring? I can think of nothing worth writing? It’s just been so long that I don’t know where to begin.
Well, I guess one thing is...I LOVE the Laundromat. Really. I love the way it smells. I love the hummm hummm tnkkk tnkkk of the dryers. I love how nothing comes out of the dryers wrinkly. I love that I can get a week worth’s of laundry washed dried and folded in 2 hours. (Yes, we have a washer, but there’s something wrong with the drain thingy ... so I had to go to the mat on Sunday.) There’s a peace in it? At least to me. I’m sure if I didn’t have my own washer and dryer and I had to go to the mat every week I’d probably loathe it.
Class starts in three weeks. I can’t wait. I am actually gonna do it this time. And, I’ve already studied every chapter in the book. Really. I did vocabulary, just like in junior high. But I know stuff now, that I would have been confused about when I got to class. So it’s all good.
Mist and I are on friendly terms again. Not buddy buddy, but at least an occasional email or text. Pawn and I however, are not. I mean, she tries to be all friendly, but I’m just not that into it. She came to get her stuff from the house last week, and it was eh. I was cordial. She was talking her head off as usual. She’s going back to school, which is one thing she’s done that’s smart.
Oh, here’s NEWS. Wait. Have I ever given her a name? Probably not, since I never planned to write about her. Hmmm, now I have to think. Anyway (fillinnamehere) texted me a few weeks ago and said she missed me. Out of no where. And, I wouldn’t have thought much about it, except I had been dreaming about her for a few nights prior. We’ve texted back and forth a time or two, but I know being friends with her always ends badly. I told her that being her friend was dangerous because I always end up hurt. I’m definitely pacing myself. She’s just one of those things. I’ve used this quote to describe a relationship with her: “I love chocolate, but if I keep eating it, one day I’ll regret it.” That’s her. I want to nom nom nom her up, but 2 weeks later I end up wanting to puke on my shoes. The question is, is that chocolate yummy enough to endure the puking later? Probably not. Right?
I haven’t really been into women lately. J No really. I think when my life isn’t as I’d like it to be, I can’t really focus on anything, especially a relationship with another woman. Eeeekkk. They wear me out. Of course, I haven’t exactly found the right woman yet, I guess. Because when I do, it won’t be hard. It won’t be something that stresses. It will be something that is comfortable. And someone who’s employed. J Someone who makes me sigh contently ... like Magnum does.
I’m reading the Twilight Saga again. I’m at the very end of the 4th book. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of reading those. And, the new movie “New Moon” is in theatres on November 20th. I’m even gonna try to go see a midnight showing. Whoot. (And I just read that the next movie will be out in June 2010.)
I’m writing a treatment. Doesn’t that sound fancy? Ha. It’s a concept for a reality show. I read somewhere that I should refer to myself as a writer, if that’s what I want to be. So, “Hi. I’m a writer”. Sounds kinda pompous huh?
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