Going On Vacation

Why, pray tell, do I feel like I have to buy all this crap before I go on vacation? It seems like I don't have the right clothes, or I need another pair of evening shoes. When did I become so high maintenance? Not to mention, in all of my wandering throughout Target and the mall, I forgot the one thing that I feel like I need the most- A New York City street and subway map! I know they're available online, now, though, so I suppose it's no big deal. I am so antsy! Restlessness is one of the first stages in the vacation cycle. Restlessness is then followed by, "We're finally here, so now what?" Then, there is what appears to be the climax of the whole vacation; For me, this is Saturday night's performance of "Spamalot!" Then, there's the dissappointment of waking up Sunday knowing it is the last full day in New York and it went by so quickly. Finally, there is the "Everyone can piss off" attitude, "because I am not ready to leave yet" on the plane ride home. Not to mention, there is the scowling at the happy people who are just beginning their vacations.
I got my cartilage pierced last night. This is a big deal for me, because I used to be such a prude and had few piercings. Now, I want more after this one heals. I got my right ear done. It's funny, because there used to be this saying that having one ear pierced on the right side means that you're gay. Remember the saying, "left is right and right is wrong?" What a bunch of crap! Actually, back in the sixties, it used to be that if a person has his right ear pierced, it meant that he was selling one type of drug and to have the left ear pierced, it meant that he was selling another type of drug. I went with my right side, because my left buttock is gay and my right buttock sells gerbils. Actually, I part my hair on and sleep on my left. I plan on doing the other side as well as the "rook" of my ear, when this one heals, and that is all I have to say about that.

Abs of Steel

Congratulations, Scott, on your new neice, Jewell! Conratulations to Gina and her husband, as well!

Hmm...I wonder if I can get abs of steel in less than three days? I've been slacking on the workout lately, due to homework. Usually, I come home from work and do twenty minutes of Windsor Pilates, then do about twenty minutes of kick boxing, three times a week. I wish I could do it every day, but there is no time. I cannot get up early and work out in the morning;It just isn't me and it makes me ill. I do park out as far as I can at the mall and grocery stores, because my ass can always use the walk. Good for me.

I am still trying to find the perfect pair of walking shoes to wear in New York. I just don't think my pink-sparkle Converse are going to cut it. Converse are okay for awhile, but there is no support in them. I am looking for some lavender Pumas. I also saw some cute Diesel shoes. It is hard to be a girl. I try not to be so high maintenance, but I want to look good, ya' know? Then, there is Doug. Doug is bringing a carry-on and that is all. He is bringing all of his old underwear and is going to throw them away after he wears them. (I feel for the garbage men!) Fine, then I will check two bags and he can carry one of them for me!

Happy Birthday To Me

Happy Birthday to Me.

Happy Birthday to Me.

Happy Bir-ir-ir-irthday--(deep breath)--Dear Me,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY (long pause)

to Me!

Wasn't that fun? Try it again, only change "Me" to your name. A one, a two, a one, two, ready....

A Different Approach

My friends and family cannot wait until I am finished with my Humanities cluster. One of the classes in the cluster is Philosophy. I love philosophy! I have always been a sort of natural philosopher, and reading the works of great thinkers makes me feel like less of a freak for thinking the way I do. I am trying to break old habits. Instead of reacting emotionally to problems, I will try to think things through first. This can be a great new way of thinkging, or it could seriously backfire on me. In order for it not to backfire, I have to let things go and move on instead of dwelling, otherwise, I will explode and it will not be pretty. It will be pretty funny, however.

Nothing To Report

I don't have really anything too exciting to say, but I have neglected my blog the past few days due to homework, so I thought I would write something anyway.

I did a painting for the art portion of my Humanities cluster and I am quite happy with the way it turned out. I painted a giant blue cat in front of the pyramids of Giza (instead of the Sphinx). The sun is setting, which causes the cat and the pyramids to cast shadows. The cat is guarding his master's tomb and is sinister looking as if to say, "Don't mess with the pharoah's stuff, man." It was my first attempt at painting in ten years or so and my very first attempt to use oil paints. I love oil paints! My friend Dave says I love everything. Maybe I have a bit of Buddist monk in me. I do love everything, well, almost everything. Maybe it's the meds. Maybe it's the paint fumes.

Some gals at work and I formed a team for the Susan B. Komen Breast Cancer walk on June 18 of this year. I am so happy to do this walk. Sadly, I know too many people whose lives have been affected by breast cancer. I have had to work in past years and have not been able to participate. We can also walk "In memory of" or "In celebration of" someone.

Last October I did a walk for Autism research and had a blast meeting all sorts of people with Austism and seeing the different dyanamics of it. It was very touching and it felt great to take part in the walk.

I love walking for causes!