I wanted to play the piano and sing. But life got in the way and it’s now 10:09. 9 minutes past my courtesy noise curfew. I don’t even have anything to write about. I feel, like Lauren would say, lame. Yes, my piano sounds like a beat-up old thing in a saloon from a Western movie. I need to get her tuned. Someday. But in the meantime, I guess I’ll have to let out the creative bug on Flickr…...
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I feel like I’m going to burst into flames. California heat is a dry, desert heat. Unlike the environment I grew up in of staggering humid heat, CA heat will suck you dry without you even knowing it. So, to hang out in a hot, inland California day, one must hydrate herself…with water. Not mead. Sunday, we went to Renaissance Pleasure Faire and had a grand time. So grand in fact, that I didn’t think to drink much water through out the day in the sun and heat. Instead, I was sipping my wee little cup of ice cold mead....
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I had strawberries and chocolate milk for dinner last night. Because I wanted it. And because I can. 3 weeks in a row now that I went down to Downtown farmers market and NOT wanting my absolutely most favorite bacon-wrapped hotdog. I mean, it smells great. I was right there, but I just didn’t want it. And here I am. It’s 12:13. I’m hungry. But nothing sounds good to eat. Nothing. What the hell????...
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Taking up yoga. Cleaning the house more often. Trying to do more with my life. I think I’m trying to find me. When I went home in February, I felt lost. I usually go home to relax, to enjoy my break, to recharge and reconnect. This time, most of the trip was hugely emotional. The last few days of it I finally ran away for a break. Although I did have a good time, deep inside I felt guilty for running off from my mom and actually enjoying not being the dutiful daughter I should’ve been. When I got back...
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Why oh why did I have to drink all 2 full glasses of wine last night? That’s pretty much half a glass too much for my limit. Oh no, I didn’t throw up or anything but I was dizzy and babbling. LOL. Thank god, I booze up like that only at home. But I deserve it. This week has been a roller coaster ride at work. I survived the once-a-month Tuesday from Hell, the day we prep for our monthly board meeting. It was usually painless, but with Celeste moved up the corporate ladder, I had to fill the void....
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I’m a semi-faithful fan of VH1 Top 20 Countdown. I watch that on Saturday/Sunday morning after I do yoga. Mostly I’d flip between that and Food Network, but nonetheless, it’s like Saturday morning cartoon for me. This weekend, VH1 introduces the new format: VSPOT Top 20. So now, not only how Top 20 is determined is changed, instead of the methods they use before which was a mix of video spin, airplay and requests, the host is also changed. From the colorful Aamer Haleem (and before that the pretty and plucky Rachel Perry), to some bald dude named Matt Whateverhislastnameis...
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