Nothing, Nothing, Tra la la

As i'm sure you've all noticed, I am suffering from severe writer retardation. Not block, because I am able to write, but it all becomes this... MUSH. There is no other word for it. I'll start off at a fairly good pace, and then it all dissolves into nothingness, totally off point and going nowhere. Ah, well. It may have something to do with life stress and being out of town all the time. I need to "recharge my batteries". Not really sure when I'll get a chance to do that... heading up to MD on Thursday for the 4th of July weekend.
I'm sure at some point my brain will come back, and I'll have coherent things to offer you.
For now, amoung all the deaths this past week, I leave you with the lovely image of Farrah to ogle. She ought to take your mind off the fact that I haven't said anything at all quite nicely. Yes.

Pride!

Happy Pride, People! And not just to the GLBTQ (or bananas, as I was informed this weekend) community, but to everyone. Be proud of who you are, and enjoy the differences in life.

Thanks, Mr. Obama, for at least acknowledging the gays, even if you are kind of ignoring them otherwise -- it's official.

More on this later...

Curves Ahead.

Body image is something I've talked about a couple times here -- because being a woman in my mid-twenties (yikes!) it is something that is at the forefront of all my pop culture obsessions (if you hadn't noticed I am, in fact, obsessed). A few months ago I had conceded that I was no longer the stick thin girl I was in high school. But it's finally dawned on me that I have Curves. Now, they aren't huge or anything -- I'm no Dita Von Teese -- but, now that I have accepted this fact, I have been able to find clothes that fit better, and that flatter me much more than trying to wear things that make me look like a stick. I consider this a big step. I've always had shaky self confidence, for various reasons that could be quite psychologically probed, and the fact that I am able to feel great about how I look is very comforting. I also chopped all my hair off. I'd been growing it out, partly for the wedding I was in in May, but I considered letting it grow because it's just prettier and more feminine that way. But, you know what? Fuck that. I love having short hair. It makes me feel good, it's easy and I feel like myself. I guess when it comes down to it -- the only person I need to make happy is me, and the other people who still love me after that are the ones I should feel lucky to have in my life.

Preppy!

I, in no way, condone stalking. I think that for the most part the paparazzi are absurd and ridiculous. This being said, I can't help myself. I read people.com -- simply so I don't die from depressing news. In the mornings, I sign into my iGoogle, where all the latest headlines are very conveniently displayed, I begin this downward spiral of news depressants. In the US -- hate crimes, political disagreements, and a failing economy; All over the world -- bombings, hate crimes, more political unrest, nuclear tests, unjust imprisonment and so forth. So, I enjoy taking ten minutes to peruse people.com -- this is something I certainly used to feel guilty for. I try not to get involved in the trashier subjects (affairs, etc) but, looking at the new fashions, or the hilarious things people wore on the red carpet can sometimes be a nice change of pace. Again, I really feel sorry the celebs who are constantly stalked and can't get a minute alone, but things like the red carpet or award shows -- I'll take. Also, for something REALLY funny and nostalgic watch, do yourself a favor and watch this. I laughed very hard, and totally watched SBTB the next day... I still <3 Zack Morris.

Puppppy!

So, for those of you have not already been bombarded by my facebook page, i'm announcing that a new addition is being added to my clan : a little girl boston terrier by the name of River Tam :) She is coming home on Friday (!!!!!) and I am barely able to contain my excitement. I'm still not really sure how Simon is going to take this, but I know there will be a period of adjustment and I'm sure they'll end up loving eachother. As I've stated before, I really, really love Simon and I'm sure that my heart will only expand to accomodate the same kind of love for River.

Also, if you're not in the know, Simon and River Tam are brother and sister on the most amazing show ever created : Firefly. So, this doesn't make me a geek, it only makes my dogs really bad ass.


I swear! It does!

Gratitude

I actually thought this was really nice -- while I might not always agree with the cause, I always support our troops. Take a look here at this new campaign. And you can take a moment out of your day to send a quick card to a soldier serving overseas here.

I suppose I'm a bit late for memorial day, but I do what I can!

Glass Houses

Have you ever had one of those days you just wished you could do over? You wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and even though there might not be anything particularly wrong, you just feel... blah.

Yesterday was one of those days - I was cranky, in part, because it would have been my mom's 55th birthday. But also because I was tired, sick, and it was raining. Luckily, I've only had one baby to watch this week, as the other family is on vacation, but I spent most of the day coughing and washing my hands attempting not to infect my adorable charge.

Upon leaving work the sky looks as though it belongs in some sort of Edgar Allen Poe story -- dark and foreboding. As I drive home it begins to rain... which is fine. I don't really mind rain, aside from the irritation that comes when people forgot how to drive in it. I get home, and it's pouring, so I gather my stuff and run to the door, only to realize that Hub has indeed dead bolted the door on the inside -- so I can't get in. So here I am, standing in the rain, sick, tired, sad and irritated. So, I knock on the door, which is glass paneled on top (do we begin to see where this is going?), I don't hear Hub responding, so I decided to knock louder, also harder. Well, knocking hard on thin, 30 year old glass is a bad idea. My hand went THROUGH the glass and sliced my wrist open. Ok, great. There is a ton of blood, and I can't really see where is it sliced, but Hub opens the door and immediately we grab a towel, apply pressure and head to the ER. My first thought is that they are going to think I tried to slit my wrists and I'm going to have to deal with some sort of psych eval, but luckily no one even intimated that. The cut ended up being more to the side, and while it required 4 stiches, didn't really do much damage, other than making me feel like an idiot.

So, you know the old saying "People who live in glass houses should not throw stones" ? Well, they shouldn't knock on them, either.