Personally, whenever someone does this bumping of fists thing, it doesn't make me think of anything but the Wonder Twins ("Wonder Twin powers ACTIVATE!")
From Chuck, the local paper guy:
My mother never lied. Having a kid does change your body.
I'm inching closer to 30. It doesn't "snap back" like it use to. Trust, I still have the curves and the strut to match, but it takes me a bit longer to get it together when going out or even getting out of bed.
Though I still feel young and spunky, my mornings and sometimes late nights may suggest otherwise. I really haven't been sleeping well at all. I'm so like my mother or at least how she use to be. I don't function well until late evening into the night. When normal mammal species have sense enough to knock off to bed no later than 11, I'm up as if it is broad daylight. I'm starting to sense the Snickerdoodle is picking up this habit as well. I TRY to keep her on her sleep schedule; basically in bed no later than 9 pm.
What bugs me, I go to bed late and wake up early as if I do have a normal 9 to 5 to rush to. Granted, some days are chock full of errands, motherly things, a couple of writing projects to start or complete and lets not forget whatever duties I have to contribute to these renovations; i.e. more packing and bubble wrapping. Still why do I not like not to sleep or can't sleep?
So here it is, almost fifteen minutes after four in the afternoon. I'm dragging. My feet are aching from standing on non supportive shoes while packing up the rest of the kitchen. My back aches from lack of sleep or sleeping wrong. My side muscles even ache a bit! I'm yawning, cause I didn't get to spend the required 8 hours in "La La Land." I've had no bath today, so I'm covered in 1970's and 80's dust. My hair is a mess and right now I don't seem to be getting any help from my folks. Mom is out running errands and my dad is on a retired-dad-union-break, which roughly translates to having a cold beer or two while watching that horrid Cleopatra movie on cable with Elizabeth Taylor.
Sorry, can't get down with Liz Taylor playing an Egyptian Queen, a woman of color.
My cousins are asking if the Snickerdoodle and I will make a recital in which another little cousin is performing in. I highly doubt it. I just want to be in my corner of the world for a while. Only the Snickerdoodle is invited.
I lost another cousin a couple of days ago. I keep wanting to call my cousin "J" to see how he is holding up amidst the lost of his grandfather. Hopefully, I'll get around to it tonight. Damn why did this have to happen so close to the family reunion - which is in another month or two.
Right now I long to be with Nisha as she traveled back to her native New Orleans. She went back home to participate in and enjoy the Essence Music Festival. This will be the first year that she has ever gone to a concert during the festival. Even more lucky, she's going to the show in which Jill Scott will be performing - lucky chica.
I haven't been in New Orleans since pre-Katrina; once in 1992 and again in 2002 or 2003? The city never struck me as a must-come-and-stay place, even though there is a certain charm to it. I am curious to see how much progress is being made since Katrina. I still shudder at some thoughts about the whole event.
It's getting close to five and near the time I should be making the Snickerdoodle's dinner.
I need to take her on more play dates as well. Just this past Monday, we spent time with my cousin T and her niece and nephew. T and I took the kids to a nearby park. While the other kids went up and down the slides, the Snickerdoodle held her "court" on the swings. She didn't want to get off. I spent the whole time pushing the Snickerdoodle and watching her giggle herself silly.
On another note, my mother showed me the few pictures from her conference she attended last week. Needless to say, my work I did with her social organization's chapter and the group of 6th grade boys was on display. More reviews. I can't wait to join up with this project again for next year. Maybe I should think about joining this group and stop being a shadow or ghost.... aka consultant of some sort.
I'm seriously dragging today.
Noooooooooo. Not another email.
I am expecting at least one email concerning an article I pitched. I was told it's usually a four week turn around for a response. This has only been like the third week.
Hoe hum.
In a way I'll be glad when the computer and internet is disconnected until the phone lines are moved. I've been too wired lately; literally and figuratively. I'm starving to get get back to basics.
Just me, some paper and a pen.
hoe hum
On a seriously real random note.... I think I've developed a small crush on Keith Olbermann. I REALLY need to stop watching MSNBC.
WOW.. Olbermann is an Aquarius... no wonder.
*big smile*
This Water Barer is ....out.
Violator3 uploaded this image to flickr, click the image and follow the link to the original page
And I descend from grace
In arms of undertow
I will take my place
In the great below.
The Future Mr. Scotch & myself have been trying to find a good wedding song for our first dance as husband and wife. Well, that's a simplification. He said he has no opinion, but vetoed my choice, which was Little Red Corvette by Prince. Now, I haven't been to many weddings, but the ones I have attended have featured a LAME first dance song. I want something that's funky, soulful, and romantic. Any and all suggestions will be considered. We have 35 days left and I'm getting really antsy to pick one. Keep in mind, the first dance will take place at an outdoor luau here:
Alternately, if you agree with me that Little Red Corvette is an AWESOME first song, please post that sentiment here and perhaps my man friend can be convinced.
This is most likely complete overkill on self portraits today... but they were all in my phone from last night. I was trying on dresses for a high school reunion (not mine) that I am going to next week. I thought taking pics would help me decide which one I liked better... um, it didn't... ended up buying two and will decide later I guess. Hoping I can lose a few more pounds before it creeps up. Time to hit the gym!!
And then here are a couple of me this morning on the way to work... I didn't have any patriotic wear for the 4th... so I thought I'd show some love to our troops and wear my camo hat today.
How much does a ticket cost at your usual movie theater? Does the price affect the number of movies you see at the theater?
I go to the Barrington 30 (So. Barrington, IL) cos' they are the most comfy and there's a nice, sort of country drive to get there. Nice in the summer, especially. Plus the theatre is tricked out pretty well. Lots to ogle. No expense spared on the coming features paraphernalia. (That Chimps in Outer Space movie looks stupid.)
We saw Wall-E last Sunday evening. Almost ten bucks US. Nine-seventy-five, full admission, $7.75 for matinées. Spouse likes to buy discount tickets from Costco. Using them makes it possible to see movies anytime for the matinée price, which to answer the question, wouldn't keep me away from a film that I want to see on the big screen.
Next must-see should be The Dark Knight unless there's a Depp movie or something on impulse.
Gratuitous JD pic:
All you see is my smile
the laughter in my words
my eyes sparkle and crinkle
lines of laughter around my mouth
they tell the story of many joys
looking at me, you may not see
the pain hidden deep inside
behind the eyes too knowing
within the laughter are tears
the smile covers the pain
the words that can never convey
a lifetime of disappointment
broken promises, a bruised heart
you see joy and i feel despair
the humor I show hides the anguish
i sit alone in a room full of people
knowing that hope is dead
love is a farce
and tomorrow's shadows
only bring more of the same
more of the pain
and yet, you won't see
anything but a smile and grin
the emptiness hidden
behind a curtain of lies
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