And then..

..I find lovely, wonderful words.

succulent Saturday squish

Gorged myself today and it's not even Thanksgiving. Stuffed full of of music. A belly full of coffee. Puppy-sitting. Scrolling through a hundred pictures from happy marriage celebration day. Sharing is caring. Oh, do download this song. The description there is just perfect...Perfect!! Let me care and share a bit bat, smat.. "A mix between a fragile old lady and a creepy little girl. . . . . .This one makes me weepy from smiling so hard." Visit Imprudent Marriage often and slosh around in the goodness. Sweet Livee is a daily read of mine at her own site, venison by evening. I've had a crush for so long. You can also tromp around at Scenestars or play at Comfort Music and Aurgasm. Aurgasm proclaims, "Your favorite music you've never heard." I love that. quote quote meow.

Lots of linkage today and some say linkageGarbage. Too much for some, an adventure for others(me).

The Terminal is bad. Wanted to rent. Wanted to slosh MORE, ok? Roll around in squishy quirk but it wasn't there. We landed flat on our backs with a heavy thud. A puppy in my lap. She's warm and silky with the softest pink pads on her feet and a tiny, damp nose and this tail that sorta wants to curl up over her little back. She's not ours, my mom's, out of town so we watch. Fun moments wish she was ours, yelping in her box while we nestle and attempt sleep, ready to return to said owner, Mom.

There's a balance that comes with using less common words. Do you know the words I mean? Rubbish and spectacle and debacle and magnificent. Big girls that love dollies and tea and victorian and vintage and each other. Beauty indeed but balance a must. One must not come off as pretentious because then I toss it out the window and wave ta-ta but IF the balance exists and there is genuine sincerity propping up those words then I gobble them up and am in love. Perhaps you can present some examples. I could but I know that I fall short and would not want to point fingers at those I believe do so. Who am I? Used to find a breed of these folks in livejournal. No, not all, sillies. Do you know? Full of angst and constant turmoil. Apocalyptic horrors on a daily basis over boys and tea and crumpets. Say that you know, pretty. Sometimes I find rhythm in words that came spilling out as stream of consciousness. It's comfort and makes me float and sigh. Whimsical fairy dust mistresses that pretend to be something they are not. Better to be hated for what you are than loved for something you are not, dear one. A lazy, mazy day. I'm off to love. Write me, please.

(oops..forgot to say, aha.. 1 week until my birthday. 25. wee. and also.. read this. wonderful. perhaps that's what I wanted and before when i said swarms of family..friends too, ok? I still can't exactly put my finger on it. Read.)

Um.. an appendage?

heh. That last post I wrote seems ugly now, moments later. I've just finished reading someone else's sappy list of things she's thankful for this year. It was sticky sweet and I think my post was ugly. It was truth, though and I suppose sometimes that's ugly. I DO appreciate all the good that is around me. Who cares. I write all of this, for myself, for release. I appreciate the rare comments...but please do not give me advice, k? I know I'll get through this. I know I'll survive. I know other people are dealing with much harder shit but for the moment this is my shit and my shit is not bigger, better, worse, more important or anything more than someone else's. Why am I spewing all these ridiculous disclaimers? They're not necessary. Ugh. I can't win tonight. I should just get in bed because I have to be at work at 7 am tomorrow. Torn right now. Bittersweet. A jumbled mess.

Sittin' around the virtual dinner table. Pass the potatoes.

I read all the blogs I usually read today because it was somehow interesting to me to see who updated today, who didn't... It's a major holiday.. I wanted to know who wrote and what they had to write about.

Today was a Thanksgiving unlike any other. Oh sure, the meal held the same traditional glory. There was turkey, stuffing, yams (who calls them that?), heavenly hash, gravy, green beans, pumpkin pie and more. That glorious, traditional meal was delicious and I'm grateful for it....however.. I'm a little sad at the close of this day. I think because it's never really been tradition, I sort of wanted this huge production. Am I being petty or strange? Perhaps. I imagined swarms of family, piles of food, lots of voices telling stories and laughing, kids playing in the cold air. I imagined plates of leftovers, phone calls, visits. Overwhelmed a tad in trying to type out all that's sloshing around inside. My dad's not speaking to me and thus it would appear that I'm not speaking to him. I'm embarassed to say he merely received a high tech, highly impersonal text message from me wishing him a happy Thanksgiving and reminding him that I love him. I saw my mom for a bit before she headed off to my aunt's house. There was no Thanksgiving at my home. There was no dinner with the usual family. I had dinner with a new part of my family and for that I am thankful. They're wonderful and I love them...but somehow, somewhere..I feel let down.. You may scoff at this post and write me off as a selfish bastard but things felt so different this year. I felt alone. I wasn't...but it felt that way. These divorced holidays are different and I expected that. I don't understand what I feel. I'm adjusting. I'm open to change. I feel as though none of othis is making sense. I'm not sure what I was trying to say. I miss my family. I miss the family I knew. I missed my mom's sweet potato souffle and her homemade bread. I missed making a mess with her in the kitchen and waiting for people to arrive. I missed my dad carving our turkey. I've never been with another family on Thanksgiving. Amidst the sadness please know, my husband, his family.. they're wonderful. They're so, so kind to me, to us. Just rolling with the changes. It wasn't really until I sat down to start writing this that I realized it felt like there were so many things missing today. I have no idea where my dad is or where he spent Thanksgiving or even with whom he spent it. I'm sure he was with his girlfriend and maybe it was lovely. I'm done writing this. I'm thankful, I am..

I wasn't dreaming of a white Thanksgiving..

All this snow! Can you believe it? We woke up with slight panic as I announced that the alarm clock was flashing 12:00. We realized it was about 40 minutes earlier than we usually get up so we stared out the windows in awe and then turned on the 'news.' We watched with envy as the closed schools ran along the bottom of the screen. The snow is thick. A huge limb is down in our front yard. It was blocking the entire road but our neighbors were out there pulling it out of the street when we woke up. I actually think the limb is from our neighbor's tree across the street but he saw fit to drag it into our yard. heh. Got the car all scraped off and he left early. I hate that he has to drive so far to work everyday. I also hate that he gets Friday off work and I don't. Harumphf! Anyway, the temperature has been dropping some. The wind chill is around 12 degrees right now. Be careful out there!! My 3 minute commute may be closer to 5 today. heh. Sorry.

Pass the white meat.

Holy shit! It's like 2 am. I just woke up to pee and looked outside to see, not a few flakes...but a pile!! It's still snowing too! geez. wow. Yeah, I stopped on my way back to bed to blog about snow. Sue me.

Ewwwwwwwwww.

He just came in from outside and reported, from the front lines, that it is officially slushing outside. To this I say, "Ewww!!" Damn. Winter is apparently upon us and I'm not ready! I'm not ready..

Aww, pretty pretty..

Good morning, pretty.

I'm moving horribly slow this morning. I'm feeling disgusting so I'm huddled in front of a little space heater sipping hot darjeeling with a smidgen of honey and a bit of milk. My body's abusing itself from the inside out and it hurts. The past several days have been hard. I won't pull you through the muck and mire...just letting it out a little. He is completely moved out of his apartment and my fear that they were going to charge us inevitably for his spotless apartment was relieved yesterday. They charged us nothing extra! Yippee!!

In other news.. Mom had a nervous breakdown and was taken to the emergency room yesterday. She's home now but having a hard time. She's deeply sad. Understandably so. 30 years.. Over half her life with the same man.. Yeah, I imagine the grieving is deep. My dad on the other hand called me being a complete ass. I am embarassed to say we fought like children. I was baffled. I tried talking and he'd merely say loudly, WHATEVER, WHATEVER. He just kept putting words in my mouth and being so hateful. He was like a mouthy teenager. Making fun of me, saying so sarcastically that he'd just never call me again..he was soooooo sorry for bothering me. Ugh! Eventually he just hung up in my face. It seemed so uh.. immature? It was strange and hurtful. I was crying and essentially he made fun of me for being upset. I tried validating his feelings but it's hard to do so when the man won't even admit he's hurting. After finding out Mom had been taken to the hospital he asked, being completely hateful, "What's she have to be upset about?" Uh, gee, Dad.. GRRR!! I hate this. Dad said non-chalantly that I need to just get over it. That I'm nearly 25 years old and have no reason to be upset. I told him this is hard and he growled back that I have no idea what hard is. Why must it be invalidated because someone else might be hurting more? Does that make sense? I'm asking. My mom's "good friend" told her she's whiney. He said if she wants to see somebody that's got it rough he could show her. I told her that was shitty. So then my dad says the same exact shit to me later on. One could do that all day long. "Oh yeah??! You think you're tired? Oh yeah??! You think you're hungry??" I mean, seriously.. that's not how people love each other and get through stuff. Blah.

After my dad hung up in my face things got ugly here. It was like everything boiled over and spilled out on the floor. I couldn't help it. I feel so utterfly helpless and I'm not sure how to help anyone or console anyone.. Myself included. I went to our bedroom and shut the door and just started screaming. I wanted to pull the paint off the walls. I wanted to crush things and break things. I wanted to throw everything off the dresser. I wanted to rip my clothes and pull my hair. Everything just came crashing in and hurt so fucking bad. Understand that I'm not whining here. I'm trying hard to be healthy and have an outlet for dealing with this. Everything that happened last night seemed beyond my control yet very controlled. I fell to my knees and kept screaming. Huge, mighty screams with my hands clutching my face. It hurt. I wanted it to hurt. I screamed and growled and started rocking....sobbing. It was ugly but had to come out. I cried so hard for so long. He knew there were no words. I didn't need words. I lay on my belly crying into the carpet, gulping air. He just laid over my back and held onto me tight. I feel like more thoughts have to come out but I'm making myself late.. Have to shower. To be continued. . .

I smell something cool.

So, it's Friday night and the day really sucked hairy asshole but the night has rocked my little face off. We're both a tad inebriated. Oohhh, hello Woodchuck Draft Cider, you can be my friend tonight, k? We went to "Bubbles" on Noland Rd. (yeeeee haw!!). It held inside a really great selection of beers and we took our time choosing a couple. There was even a nifty binder full of info about each beer, ie where it's made, alcohol content, taste description. I loved the descriptions. He settled on La Fin du Monde. It has a 9% alcohol content. Woowee!! I wanted some pumpkin ale but opted out for the ol' Woodchuck. It's delish. I wanna have some of the pear cider. Mmm.. This is Amber. I bet Dark & Dry is waaaay yum too. ". . . mild sweetness reminiscent of apple, cinnamon and nutmeg." Oh, sweet Fall... How I love thee.

Enough about beer for now.. Tonight we played a rousing game of Scrabble. We're total dorks and it was damn fun. I won by 5 points. (I think 'clit' might've done it for me) In the end when we tallied his 251 and my 256 he said something about me winning like a Republican. I didn't cheat at Scrabble, though.

What's going on?

Was up this morning per usual and worked on my soup-in-progress. The chicken had the whole house smelling warm and wonderful. I put the meat into the broth, bid my husband a farewell as he went off to work, read a few blogs... It was then that I started feeling horrible. Hard, painful cramping in my abdomen (no, i'm not). It was hard to even stand up straight. I vomited twice..seemed mainly nervousness. You know that kind of pain that just makes you nauseous and shaky? It persisted and I called my work to talk to them about it....told them I'd shower and call back, hoping that'd be the trick. I took a hot shower and just curled up on the bathtub floor. Once I got out I did the only thing I could do really... I called my mom. Anyway, at this point..a couple hours later.. I feel improved but not great and I'm headed to the doctor. I never go to the doctor and now that I'm feeling improved, it seems almost silly to go to the doctor but oh well. Maybe he can tell me what's up (doubt it) or gimme advice with chance it may return. Ick.

Pleasantly Suprised.

I just finished watching Bill Clinton's interview with Peter Jen ,lhy7nings and I was blown away. I'm not the political sort of gal. I attempted to educate myself some during this past election but the whole bit just leaves a pithy taste in my mouth. Unripe persimmons. Zing!

Right. Focus. Anyway.. I thought it was great. If it makes sense, I just felt so at ease listening. I wanted to sit cross-legged on the floor and listen, nodding and smiling. It felt real. Am I a fool? It was, of course, so different from listening to the evil baffoon. Perhaps Bush would be a more down to earth guy if he was gettin' his cocked sucked now and again. Here I go, the stereotypical jokes. har har. He admits he made a terrible personal mistake. I won't go on and on. I wanted to express that I liked it and I suppose for my position it'd be best if I do that as simply as possible. It feels as though I may dig myself a hole if I keep trying to publicly analyze. He spoke easily. I wouldn't mind strolling through his new library. That could be a nice roadtrip when it's a tinge warmer. As for now.. I'm off for a quick run to the store. Tonight/tomorrow I'm making Chest Rockwell's infamous Chicken Noodle Soup. Damn. I'd link the actual recipe he posted (yayee!) but rabbit hopped all over the keyboard and longstorynotaslong, he messed stuff up. I can't figure out how to get some of it back. So, soup. yay. Clinton, was good. Seeyatomorrow.

pomegranate.

Guten Morgen.

I just can't seem to get warm this morning. Bed was so warm and snuggly and soft and occupied and so..so..Perfect! Now here I am, a bit bleary eyed, slurping down coffee. With the radio on as we lie in bed this morning we listened as the weatherman predicted "Really, no rain to mention, should be a pretty dry day! Though... It is raining now." What? "It's raining now but I promise it'll eventually stop!!" psh. C'mon now. and speaking of radio.. My co-workers have seen fit to listen to Christmas music (if ya didn't know, yeah, folks.. it's on.. started Monday.. NOVEMBER 15th) for the past 3 days solid. Oi. I can dig me some Christmas music but I s'pose I'm generally in the mood for it for about 2 hours on Christmas Day. I realize this sentiment is shared and I'm not the first to blather about it this week. 97.3 the Planet, a station I can generally dig (those are rare) played Christmas tunes for awhile on Monday like the other geeks but that night it was back to the regular playlist. I just wish they would've let us get through Thanksgiving first.

Listening to camera obscura - books written for girls.
"he likes to read books...written for girls. he prides himself on being a man of her world. in the darkest of places he gets his thrills. he will disappoint you..if you see through his perfect smile. I think separation is ok. You're no star to guide me anyway. You only wanted me to play..a fool. Play by your rules."

Aahhh.. I'll have to shower soon. Best to get some reading in first. Hope your day is lovely. It IS raining here now. I promise it'll eventually stop..

I hate clowns. I would meet a fate such as this.. lying helplessly beneath a clown spewing gumballs. A dark jackpot.

Hungry?

Have a snack. Mmm.. Yum.

"Arugula, meet Pomegranate. . ."

Over the weekend I picked up a Kansas City Restaurant Guide. In it there was an ad proclaiming, "Arugula, meet Pomegranate!" I can't remember now which restaurant it was and I tried briefly looking for it in the online KC restaurant guide but.. No luck. Anyway, this thing where I refer to my husband as.. "my husband" in conversation (including here) is strange and the novelty has not yet worn off but most of the time I'd prefer to simply call him by his name (as is customary in our home) but I don't wanna do that here. Stay with me... It just sparked when I read that ad and I thought, hey!! He could be Arugula! heh. I s'pose we'll see if that sticks. I could simply refer to us each by our first initial...or hell, our names.

Tomorrow at 9 am it will be final. My parents go to court for their divorce then. I guess someday I'll try to quit talking about it so much or being sad about it.. or maybe I'll still talk about it. This is that place, the one place I can feel free to spew all I want. I won't say I'm just dealing with it and everything's hunky dory. It's hard. These holidays with my family apart for the first time will be very hard. I have new, additional family to spend time with but I'd also like to spend time with the family I've been with for 25 years. My dad didn't come to my reception. He kept referring to it as my "little party." Sure, little once-in-a-lifetime party. But, ya'know.. it's all ok. I won't get too sappy but as uncomfortable as it sometimes is to hold conversation with people I've never met in my life, I was overwhelmed with the want to love. Hard to explain outside of my brain or my heart but I just wanted to pour love on everyone around me. I see how things can just drop off the earth, never to be seen again and so right now I have to give it all. I see, we see, sense..the embarassment, awkwardness, uncomfortableness, etc. that people can feel and I just want to squeeze 'em and shrug to say, "It's ok. It's all ok." People are sometimes embarassed to come do things at the bank because they're not sure what they're doing and I want to let people know, it's no big deal. Don't worry about it. I feel that way about my family, old and new, right now. I just want them to all feel important and loved. I can go both ways. Physically, I get shy sometimes. But inside, I'm bursting. I'm often a touch-me-not but inside, I truly do have so much to give. I want to learn all about my new family. I want to appreciate the family I've had all this time. My best friend's dad is dying. We've been best friends since we were 7 and he's definitely "like a second dad." I feel so cliche` tonight. I'm rambling bambling. People say to live each day like it could be your last.. makes me wanna vomit, but the meaning and principle behind the statement...I'm grasping.

This Arugula in my life.. (ha) I had never been treated the way he treats me. It's such a different lifestyle from the one my parents have lead. We're side by side. He's so patient. He gives without a second thought. He helps me, loves me. More cliche` but seriously, I feel like we can just take on anything now. We're both strong, on our own..so together that just increases. I'm so blessed. I'm so thankful. Salty tears. I hope I can convey in these simple, little, paper 'thank you' cards just how grateful I am without coming off as Hallmark Cliche` Crap. I've not completely found my voice yet. Sometimes when I think I have..I still seem to be reaching. It's coming.

Thank you.

Scraps, bits, trinkets and shards.

I hate my template. In the beginning it was fun and then a day or 2 later it was old. I'd love to have a new one but there are a couple of things blocking the entrance to my happy new template a) I'm a dummy at html. 2) I'm not sure how to transfer everything to a new one without it being a big, messy hassle. Any tips of the trade? I like something simple, perhaps a bit of whimsy. Maybe I should shell out the cash to some ladies like Moxie and let them take care of it. Maybe I should just learn some stuff myself.

I'm drinking a little cup of punch that was leftover from our reception last night. It was so much fun. I've discovered that I'm not a very good mingler. I thought I was. I guess if I'm more in my own element then I'm much better at it but I had to put out a lot of effort to walk around and talk to people I didn't know so well. Our families helped us and it was a great party. The wedding cake was lovely. I made a CD the night before and it was lots of fun. We had candles and lots of warm, earthy fall colors. It was beautiful. We had a "guest book" and I politely instructed our guests to take a little time to perhaps write a bit as opposed to merely signing their name. We've not yet read what our guests wrote. My uncle wrote an entire page to us in Arabic and then another page he translated it. The writing is beautiful.

Great post here from deb. I enjoy her site so much. I love the way she writes, her descriptions. Sometimes she has my eyes shining, my mouth watering. As you may know, I love Fall and I seem enamored lately with anyone's writing regarding said season.

The boy I'm smitten with is currently nestled in a chair a couple of feet away. His eyes are sleepy and I hear him drifting away. I missed him during his trip and am glad to have him back.

More amazing damn writing here... The Utterly True Adventures of a Pathological Liar. If you're not reading her, you really should be. She's a fucking lovely artist and I didn't feel like I could mention her without cursing. It was one of those things that needed the extra Oomphf, ya'know?

Fortune elkins at bread coffee chocolate yoga posted some Latte Art which I had never seen. I'm fascinated. I'd like a cup.

Lots of links for you to enjoy today because I am not always able to keep your attention piqued. heh. After he enjoys a Sunday Afternoon nap I think we'll make our way to the store for some things to cook this week. I'm longing for some hearty, goodness. We've had plenty of sweetness for awhile. White wedding cake, a hint of coconut, perhaps a tinge of amaretto, rich buttercream frosting, cold punch with apricot nectar, pineapple juice.. homemade buttermints, leaves, all fall colors..perfect and oh so appropriate. MMmmm..

Modest Mouse on Saturday Night Live last night. (I refuse to say SNL) I forget how not funny Saturday Night Live is these days. It was hard to sit through and endure just to be able to see Modest Mouse perform. I kept feeling like Saturday Night Live was the shitty opening act we often dread sitting through in order to see those that we truly came there for.

I need a new job.

Our rabbit still needs a damn name. He's growing bigger. He likes to eat a lot of food. Sometimes he hops around the house and turds everywhere. Immediately after such a romp we have to retrace his hops with the vacuum.

This week holds in store lots of cleaning, organizing, purging of items and the task of writing "Thank you's" must begin. Next weekend we must finally complete moving him out of his apartment. The final walk-through is on Monday, the 22nd. ('cause you wanted to know) Because he bought out of his lease the kept his deposit also. They gave him an itemized list of prices foor things not done. For instance, blinds not cleaned - $40. Dirty dishwasher - $35. Dirty refrigerator - $35. Dirty bathroom tile - $40. Ugh. The list goes on and on to include things like furniture left in the apt. or at the trash dumpster - $250. Carpet cleaning - $150. And so on, and so on. I'm nervous because I feel like landlords always find a reason to keep or get more money. He hung a clock...will they feel the need to charge him for painting the walls? Pricetag for that one is $225. Blech!!

In happier news. Target gift cards rule. Eek. Spoken like an American Consumer. Slap me.

How are you? What'd you do this weekend? Did you even make it to the end of this post?
Beautiful Sleepy just sat up and pulled the pillow off his face to say.. "Is this going to be the longest post ever??" I told him I was just typing something about that and he said, "Oh.. making it even longer." heh. He's soooooo clever, isn't he? heh.


P. S. We played Lou Barlow's - "Ballad of Day Kitty" at our reception.

Where'd the kitty come from?

Where'd the kitty go?
The kitty's always hungry.
I told the kitty no.
So kitty had to ramble.
Kitty had to roam.
Where did kitty come from?
Where did the kitty go?

Hector was the son, of a mountain lion.
She heard him crying.
She followed him in.
She became the apple, of everybody's eye.
When Hector couldn't love her.
Day kitty said goodbye.

She belonged to another.
Family up the street.
I knew they couldn't love her.
Even half as much as I.
I love the kitty in the morning.
Love the kitty in the night.
The day that kitty left me..
I hung my head and cried.

Where'd the kitty come from?
Where'd the kitty go?
The kitty's always hungry.
I told the kitty no.
So kitty had to ramble.
Kitty had to roam.
Where did kitty come from?
Where did the kitty go.

You know she returned.
The very next day.
We took her to the doctor.
The doctor did say.
That kitty weren't a woman..
Day kitty was a man.
We took the kitty home.
He ate a whole can.

Now me and Hector are friends.
I think he's gonna stay.
I think he really loves us.
All he wanna do is play.
And you should see him sleepin',
in my lover's arms.
I know you'd wanna keep him.
But day kitty is ours.

And where did kitty come from?
Where'd the kitty go?
The kitty's always hungry.
I told the kitty no.
So kitty had to ramble.
Kitty had to roam.
Where'd the kitty come from?
Where did the kitty go?
Wherever he came from..
Well now he's got a home.

- - - Lou Barlow - the ballad of day kitty - - -


Seriously, best damn song I've heard all day.
If you want it...I'll email it to you. It's so good.
I'm silly, but yeah.. love it.

((Listen, kids.. all I really strive for is to be cool enough to make it on "Tony's Kansas City" .. You can understand, right? Unfortunately...I'm generally not, but.. someday.. Someday!!))

Lunch Break Babble

Today is boring at work. I should be excited to be bored. I used to pray for just the opportunity to get bored. I sent in a resume yesterday and thus have spent the day feeling disappointed with myself, my job and wishing for more. I went off and got my college degree to go work at a bank. Good going. This would be fine if it made me happy, ya'know? But I want more of myself. I'd like to utilize more of my brain, enjoy what I'm doing, have an opportunity for advancement...etc.

A few minutes ago I got myself a glass of milk and I watched as my hands put the milk carton into the cabinet full of glasses and then shut the door before I realized what I'd done. Blech.

I've had this speeding ticket for awhile now. I whined about it here the day I got it. I finally called this lawyer guy I know today and found out he no longer practices law. ha. Didn't see that one coming!


Update: I ended up not getting this published before I headed back to work and so here I am about 8:50 or so. We just had some spaghetti. Roasted red pepper & garlic sauce was pretty tasty'licious. Nothing exciting so I should just publish and move on. Seems I had more to say.. Perhaps another time? Tomorrow morning my husband leaves for 4 days. It's a bidnass trip. (ha. that made me laugh at least) I'll be all alone. It'll have it's nice points, sure...but I'll miss him, ok?! I'm ok with saying it.

What're you doing?

There's a pirate cat in the street.

Really. There's this cat in our neighborhood that only has one eye and so it happens that whenever he's lurking about my husband says outloud.. 'ARRRR!!!' Sometimes there's something like "Where's me booty?" that follows but not always.


I wrote a longish post last night and once again it was devoured by the internet. In that post I was mostly saying how envious I am of Jason and Lane as they are off to Boston-in-the-Fall. I'd love to attend an event such as the one Jason listed. Late-night, Suburban Decadence circa 1958. Oh sweet ladies of leisure and endangered cocktails.

I also asked in my post last night if I should be worried if I walked in the other day to find my husband reading this article.

Truly, I love Fall and would love to be wandering around in Boston right now to enjoy it but a bit of my envy is alleviated when I think of the planning and searching we've been doing regarding the honeymoon we're taking early next year. I know what you're thinking. We say we're taking a honeymoon but...it'll never happen. Ten years from now I'll be whimpering and whining about never having a honeymoon but not true!! At the moment we're looking into a trip to Ireland. I'm excited. Last night I was looking through airfare and together the price would be just over $1,000. There were tickets for $496/each. Is that a good price? It seemed excellent to me but.. I've never flown to another country. I realize, dear friends, airfare is not the only cost but looking through ticket prices was a start. I also would like to explore some more to see what the weather would be like then. I've read that it's not bad and the prices are better as it's the "low season." Summer trips are much more costly it seems. 'Alas.. what I read last night says Ireland is incredibly anytime of year. I think it'd be a fun honeymoon. If we decide not to do that I think we'll find a band we love that never, ever ventures to KC and we'll fly somewhere to stay a bit and see them in concert. We may have to do that regardless. Mmmm...vacation. Dreamy.

Yesterday I worked all morning then we had lunch with Mom. I made a slightly overdue call to Dad. We napped. I fell asleep after he did and he awoke to find me still sleeping....thus he went back to sleep and when I woke up, found him sleeping and went back to sleep. Ha. Romeo & Juliet flashback. I baked cookies. We ate cookies. We watched the Presidential Bash on TV. Old Saturday Night Live skits all about past and present Presidential debates. Fairly humorous.

I read jdoublep's entry about the movie he and Sa Rah went to see..Primer. I enjoyed Donnie Darko and he's right, that site is great. Long ago before DD was shown in normal theaters we went and saw it in that great little theater in KS, uh.. what was it called? I suck. It's moved now but it was great with the velvet, the red. Mmm... Anyway, would like to go see the new one he mentioned.

It's a nice day. Yesterday was seriously beautiful. We rode around with the windows down. I like to feel my jeans get warm when the sun's beating in the window on them. (For a brief, shining moment... you thought that was getting dirty, didn't you?!) So, I suppose we'll lay low again today. I kinda like it that way, ya'know? It seems that all the napping from yesterday has made us a bit lethargic. Seeya.

(About 10 times in this post I kept wanting to call us by our names, ya'know, the real ones. heh. Oops.)

Important and not at all related to anything regarding the you-know-what.

Wasabi peas for lunch today. If you've munched on these before you know their sinus-clearing capabilities. I was thinking just now as I crunched some down one at a time, if I picked my nose after eating these...that would burn like fuck.

Because I don't really wanna talk about it..

I thought I'd let a trusted source express my sentiments exactly.

Too crisp for this girl.

It felt cold in the house and I'd been walking around hugging a hot cup of coffee for half an hour, so when I opened the front door to venture outside and see what Joel Nichols wasn't telling me...I decided there'd be a demand for layers. I put on some gray swishy pants, a pale pink spandexy tank top with a flower on it, an old t-shirt from one of my favorite bands and finally a Canada sweatshirt complete with maple leaf in the hood. The Dresden dolls climbed up into my ears to accompany me and we were off. I walked all around the neighborhood. It was seemingly empty. It was early, sure, but late enough that many had already trekked off to school and work. I was sad that most all the leaves piled along the sides of the street were just wet and molding. I wanted them to be bright red and yellow. I wanted to crunch through them. There would be no crunching though..only side-stepping around.

I have this (bad?) habit of attempting to piece together people's lives in a matter of flashing seconds. You've seen this done in movies. The one that comes to mind is "Run, Lola, Run." We watched this in my German class in college. Anyway, perhaps you've seen the movie..maybe you haven't. Sometimes when she passes someone or bumps into them, suddenly what might be the rest of that person's life plays out before us in reeling seconds. Thus, I may pass what appears to be a teenagers first car, old hoopty, some Princess stickers, some played out mainstream band stickers, fuzzy steering wheel, whatever..stereotypical. Seconds later I'm imagining them inside the house getting ready for school, in the halls at school, gossiping, eyeing guys, giggling, whatever. Maybe this is why I'm so fond of blogs. There's a blog listed over there on the left where a man lists what he has for dinner everyday...and I LIKE READING IT!! I might see a couple fighting in a restaurant and in seconds I'm trying to piece together what their home looks like, where they came from, where they're going, what they do for a living, etc. It's not a class thing, it's not judgment.. It's merely curiosity spinning a web in my brain. I like knowing the happenings of other people's lives and I obviously like writing about the mundane things in my own life. Make sense?

Remind me to mail those bills today and to go to the bank after work to make a deposit, I also need to call that lawyer 'cause um.. My speeding ticket from last month is coming due soon and I've done nothing about it and I need to get put on my husband's car insurance because my parents are getting rid of the policy I've been on with them and I'd hate to start that out on the wrong foot, though I do have that speeding ticket from June looming, taunting me with dollar signs. Slow down. Run-on sentences are neat.

The walk was nice. By the end my bare arms were swinging in the cold air. Forgive me for saying this, Fall but um.. 45? I mean, c'mon. Give us some time!
'Alas..
Time to hit the showers, Coach.