Thursday, September 28, 2006, 7:25 PM
That a fall 80-degree temperature day doesn't feel the same as a summer 80-degree temperature day?
That the weird scraps of dreams you didn't even know you had pop into your mind at the oddest times?
That a smile from a stranger can lift your spirits?
That the wrong remark at the wrong time will bring out the beast in you?
That the smell of food when you're ravenous often smells better than it tastes?
That it seems to be easier to stress over the things you should be doing than just doing them (but that it never actually is)?
That the state of your hair can determine the kind of day you have?
And so can your panties?
I would have been here sooner, but a news crew wanted to interview me. (They wanted to know if the high costs of gasoline was crimping my style. When I said I didn’t own a car, the guy behind the camera said I was the most intelligent person they’d talked to all day.)
We’re not working out today because T hurt her knee and I pulled a back muscle laughing.
I’d rather be misunderstood than look like a judgmental idiot.
… Celexa is okay so far, but I've noticed some headaches and slight nausea. Hopefully this will aid me in losing some weight.
Please, please, please.
We’re like two ferrets teething on a hunk of Beef Jerky here.
Oogie: By the way, very funny you calling last night at midnight. Methinks you had a smidgen too much to drink, little one! Hahahahaha
Me: What's even MORE funny is that I completely forgot that I called you until I read this!
Oogie: You called twice. Hahahahahahaha
I keep forgetting how old I am, but I know I'm over three sets of ten fingers.
Ken mailed me a T-Fal lid last week. No note was with it, just the lid.
I had a dream about you this morning. You were a party woman and wouldn't let me stay at your house unless you were there, too, so I had to wait in this place with a bunch of people and bugs. Bugs were everywhere. And they had cats, too (the people who lived in this house) and I felt so sorry for them.
It was weird. You stayed out until the wee hours of the morning and I had to sleep in this creepy house.
My Samuel L. Jackson moment: Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfuckin' females on this motherfuckin' toilet.
I don’t want any of those fishy things on my salad.
Remembering Joe Coppo
“As I walked down the aisle at the end of [my father’s] service, I realized that everyone was looking straight at me. I tried to appear dignified and brave in the hope that my calm, tall presence would comfort my family and friends and give them the courage to make it through.”
"He was very demanding, but he was someone you always wanted to work hard for," said his daughter, Kathleen, who played center field for him on a softball team.
Joe Coppo didn’t believe in war and Kathleen, a teacher of social justice at a small Catholic school, seems to share that belief. Even though she lost her father in a terrorist attack, Kathleen’s wasn’t one of the voices crying out for retaliation, and she believes her father would have been proud of her stance following 9/11.
Speaking of free services with the potential to sweeten your life (and put a crimp in it when it’s not working), Pandora is growing in popularity. As it should; this free online service that specializes in building a radio station based entirely on your music preferences, seems to be all about furthering that kind of responsiveness. A guy named Tim, one of the masterminds behind Pandora, is making his way across the US just to meet current listeners and see about garnering some new. Hey, Tim even has a blog.
Tonight after I got home from work, I washed my face and jumped into a sports bra and shorts. Someone brought a bunch of chocolate and cookies to work today (plus I ate like Miss Piggy over the weekend), so I thought I’d atone for it all by burning some calories. My workout tapes were at the bottom of my bookcase, though, and that’s where my plans went to pot. When I bent down to choose a fitness tape, I suddenly noticed a couple of books I haven’t really looked at in a long time. Like Norma Klein’s Mom, The Wolfman and Me and Ghost and Hauntings by Dennis Bardens. And I made the mistake of leafing through both of them.
Huzzah! On August 28th, the last name for project 2,996 was assigned. I never had any real doubts that all of the names would be taken, but if I was a nail biting kind of girl, I’d have bitten off one or two because I really, really wanted all of the names to be taken.
And now they are.
The Crocodile Hunter is dead?
Irwin often dodged danger to show that there was nothing in nature worth fearing, because he believed that behind the sharpest teeth glimmered a misunderstood soul.
My ex, Ken, and I used to watch the Crocodile Hunter all the time. Ken watched for the dangerous animals and I watched for Steve Irwin because he was just so dang engaging. Nuts. So totally out there. But that’s why everyone knew him, that’s why there was no ignoring the Crocodile Hunter. He spoke up for some of the scariest, deadliest animals around, claiming they were beautiful. I’d never heard of a crocodile being called that before, but if you’ve ever seen a Crocodile Hunter episode, you’d have heard the emotion behind it in Steve Irwin’s voice.
He might have been a little nuts, and he did take precarious risks with his children, but Steve Irwin is dead too soon. Too soon.