Poops

I have been a wiener and not posted. Here I am. I have a headache and feel poopy but I did a Jillian Michaels workout. I am going to try to do more of that for a tone up and a slim down. Maybe Jess will come see me!!! I want more exclamation, but I feel poopy. I am writing just to write. poopy. That is all. Did I mention poopy?

Hey dude

This morning I took an undies class. 10-4:30 or something. It was a long class, but now I kind of know how to make unders for m'self.

Unders. Udders. Yesterday I saw a product at Walgreens called Bag Balm, which is cream to put on cow's udders that they market to women as a moisturizer. I can't be the only person who thinks that's creepy.

There is a girl at class named Sarah and I think she wants to be my friend. I like her, but you know, it is also kind of weird, too. The situation. Because I am awkward and I guess I don't know if we'd be good together. But anyway, maybe it won't come to anything.

I am just thinking of the way I am crazy for the style of the late 70s. We have been watching TAXI and I love the style! The hair, the clothes, the makeup, everything. I want to be Elaine Nardo.

I am looking into this thing where I might learn grant-writing. I am going to meet with a man who is raising funds for a path in Alton Baker park which will be a tribute to American Nobel Peace Prize laureates. I think it's a good cause, but moreover, I want to learn grant writing, because I think it would look good on my resume.

I made soft tacos for dinner with fake beef, tapatio, mild cheddar and mild green fire roasted chilies. It was really tasty.

It is Lesley's birthday on Friday and that is exciting. I got her a bunch of different things, such as a gift card to Trader Joe's I also got her an adorable coffee mug:

http://store.heliotropehome.com/ecocupgred.html

The blue one with the stripes. mf'er is mine now. I slyly worked it into conversation to ask Lesley if she drinks hot bevs and these days the answer is no. so: hooray for me, I guess.

Noelle asked me to join a facebook group, which is for people who write to share their writing and to read other people's stuff.

I might send her a poem I wrote about Lesley which makes me cry.

Future writing topic:

Why I love old people/old ladies. That could get poetic.

Dat's all dude.

bye bye bye

Coffee Talk

Hey-o!

Yesterday Robby and I had a superfun day. I went to MOW, and then Robby did a load of laundry, and then we went to McGrath's fish house for happy hour, where Robby got drunk and we even did a shot. It was called a Dirty Cowgirl: Pendleton whiskey with buttershots. Yum. Then we went over to the movies where we saw Hot Tub Time Machine! Then we got pie to go from Marie Callendar's.

It was kind of funny, I was in line behind a girl who ordered coconut cream and they were trying to get her to take a whole pie instead of a slice, because it was on sale.

I chimed in that if they were reluctant to cut it, they shouldn't be, because I was going to have a slice, too. The girl's friend said, why don't you just split a pie? so, we did. I just gave the girl a few bucks and they gave us each three slices. It was funny.

We got home in time for the office, which was a new episode. It was a fun day.

Now today, I start work for 5 in a row. Good for money, anyway. I go in at 11:30 today and then open Sat and Sun. Bummer.

I have to get it together and send a gift to Lesley and a belated gift to Brad. Oh man, oh, man.

Anyway. I am going to go get ready early for work.

See ya tonader.

Hold on to your lover cause your heart's bound to die.

I am going to houseclean while downing some chardonnay. Is that unhealthy? I think it's a good plan. The incentive for cleaning is that I get to booze it up. Janice cancelled my sewing lesson for the evening, so I am thinking: why not?

Unfortunately, I am feeling a little bad and booze always makes me feel more intensely whatever I am already feeling. I think I will skip Iris DeMent and go for something peppy. So I can rock!

Okay, here's why I am feeling a little bad: My bf from childhood posted this status update on fb, which indicated that if she could go back, she would subtract and add people to her wedding day (you know who you are, she added, parenthetically). It made me feel like she meant me. Like she wishes she could subtract me. I wonder if that was meant to sting? It made me feel bad. For me and for Jessica, too. She said she would add her bf and Dave, her hub's, bf, they know who they are.

By Dave's bf, she might be referring to my sister Jessica's seriously, demon from hell-bad-bad-bad-bad-bad man ex boyfriend Joe. Joe, I curse your name.

My sister has been in a huff over this gal not accepting friend requests from her for many months and I always say that she is being irrational, but now I feel like maybe I am in a one-sided friendship with someone who would just as soon be done with me forever.

But I love what we had and when I think of my childhood, I always think of her. I love who we used to be so much that I couldn't accept it if we weren't on good terms as who we are.

Maybe I will write to her?

Anyway, seriously cleany cleany drunky drunky is calling my name.

adios hermanos.

I burnt my tongue.

I burnt my tongue just now on a chai latte from Dutch Brothers. It hurts. Yesterday I got to video chat with Lesley, which was way fun! Today I went with Robby to turn in our unwanted CDs and we made 26 dollars, which we used as store credit to get the new She and Him, and Van Morrison's Astral Weeks. Then we went to Vietnam restaurant to eat lunch, which was delicious! After that, we made a quick trip to the Goodwill store, where I tried on some amazing Brady Bunch dresses and an April O'Neill yellow velcro-on jumpsuit. Of course, I loved it! I also bought a dehumidifier for the bathroom from Amazon. I hope it will reduce the number of times I have to wash and de-mold my ceiling.

Well, that's all for now.

Aidos!

Peace be with you

Okay. Me and Robby are friends again. We talked and cried (I swear he did cry just a little)and now we feel better.

I went to Meals on Wheels this morning and it was nice. Soup and sandwich day, which is my favorite because I am busy all day and bossy and in charge taboot.

I fell asleep watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail, but I am going to try again soon. It seemed like it would be funny. I really liked "I fart in your general direction."

I bought Woolite to wash my undies in an extra gentle way, since they are so lovely.

I went to the bank and to the grocery store.

I worked on a picture I am making for Jessica that I am pretty sure she doesn't really want.

I think that is all that I did.

Anyway, I am going to go and clean or bake or put things away or something like that.

But I feel better and I guess that ought to be acknowledged.

Later.

Oh, yeah

On a lighter note, I saw a man in a chicken suit climbing in a tree today on my way home from Burrito Amigos, where I drove-thru for tamales. An old man in a pickup truck with a cowboy hat got mad at me and waved his arm because I waited for the green arrow instead of doing a right turn on red (a metaphor for my life?). I polished silverware at Meals on Wheels, and had a moment where I considered being considered weird as my unique form of freedom. There's an old lady there, Crazy Mary, who I, in a way, really look up to. I finished my skirt and it's cute. I generally felt rather attractive all day. I listened to This American Life and did some dishes. I hope to clean some more tomorrow.

That actually is all.