Reno sent me this and it had to be a post!

This is a comment that Kizz posted yesterday:

MySpace makes me feel old. There’s so much going on on every single page and everything is animated and everyone is using txt spk and I get really confused and can’t find any of the information I want.

Everything you say, I agree with.

It WEARS ME OUT. I don’t have the time to spend doing that every day! If I was at a desk for 8 hours a day, I probably would tinker a bit, truthfully. I mean, I have a page, only to be able to view the stuff for our bar. It has a page, only because a guy that comes in there takes care of updating it. It’s soooooo just not me. I have no idea how to set stuff up, post anything, change music…old. old. old.

I know. All of you out there are doing the scrunchy face and saying “but wait, you can get in touch with SOOOOOO many people” “it’s a great way to stay in touch” and other endless reasons why I’m not on it. They said that about classmates dot com too, and I’m still getting spam trying to talk me into becoming a gold member.

heh heh heh. gold member.

While I concede that there are a hand full of people I’ve fallen out of touch with, and would like to hear from again, the number of people on the opposite side of that are greater and frankly, I’m not taking any chances. Ha.

I have nothing to conclude here, other than Kizz pretty much hit it on the head. It kind of makes me feel old. Totally out of the loop, bumfuzzled and confused. And anything that makes me feel like that on a consistent basis, I’m not a big fan of.

It’s Friday everybody. Enjoy it. My weekend starts Sunday, so I’m at it for two more days. Huzzah to you.

March is here baby!!! St. Patrick’s Day equals Joe Bank’s birthday which is always a good time. March Madness baaaaaaabbbbbyyyyyy! I get so hopped up on filling out brackets it’s hysterical! I’m happy with the way the weather changes dramatically…yesterday it was upper 70’s here today mid to low 50’s…I don’t care. Because it means good things are a comin’. Flowers, and sunshine, and grilling, and long days that turn into delicious nights…it’s imminent. We’re on the precipice.

Gertrude did some astrological de-cypher-cation on us yesterday. It hit Joe smack dab in the cranium. Mine was a little strong, I do have some rage yes, that’s a given, and you can read from my previous posts that I can turn licking an envelope into a page of erotica (for cripes sake) but I’m not a terrorist. There just aren’t that many people in my life that merit that kind of rage. Who knows, it was fun to read.

So anyway, it’s the first day of the month, and we’re kicking it off with another birthday. MaegenBeth, my dubious cohort in Santa Monica is turning the 29 today. We’re having potluck at work, I made a layer dip that may or may not be edible as I only used what was in my fridge, and a batch of guac. That won’t suck. She’s one cool chick who deserves much happiness! I believe her brother in law set up a

myspace page

in her honor. I have no idea the ways and means of myspace, but if you do, go on over and give her a big Happy Day!

Enjoy your do over people. It’s a gift.

It’s been a rough year folks. A really rough February. And not just for me and mine. Many around me have just been taking hit after hit after hit. Thank goodness it’s over tomorrow. Fresh month, fresh start. I love a do-over.

I’ve been thinking, though, through various conversations I’ve had with the people in my life dealing with these hits, about how it is we deal. . . about the guilt that comes with a vice, and about how to figure out other ways to deal.

Many vices are the same as mine.

Drinking.
Eating.
Smoking.

None of these things, the way that I do them, are good for me…ultimately. But it’s what I do. I also sleep a lot. Ostrich. head/sand=dealing. I’d love to say that my vice is exercise and sex. Not in that order. But I’m not doing either right now, so it’s kind of like my giving up bulimia for Lent…..flop.

I gained 1.6lbs at weigh in this week. This leads me to be live that MAYBE I am figuring out other ways to deal, or that I’m in some sort of control of the eating and the drinking so that I don’t totally get sucked under the tide. I’m giving myself permission to be ok with that gain. I wish I could tell you that I’ve also been motivated to get back to the Y, and I feel closer, but no cigar.

The smoking though…to quote Billy (Rob Lowe) in St. Elmo’s Fire…is pretty outta hand.

This is not ok. I’ve been down this road so many times. And I’ve made it to the finish line more than once. But it pulls at me, and I fail to resist. And I justify it to myself, “I only smoke when I drink…” but let’s look back at my list and see what checks in at number one. Riiiiiiiight.

I know I’m not alone in dealing with life in this manner. My best good fried (yeah, I know it’s fried and not friend)Reno emails to me this line….

I was up 5 lbs this week. I haven’t weighed in two weeks and have been seeking solace in cheese. This has got to stop.”

Not to make fun of any one’s misery, but that is some funny stuff right there.

I want to see solace in the treadmill. To become so addicted that I wake up a size 5 without even knowing what hit me.

I want to seek solace in sex. Truly. I’m having the dreams of a 14 year old boy. I woke up exhausted today, bags under my eyes because I’d worked my way thru Jess, then the boy at my bar that is tall drink of Tabasco, finishing up with my local weather man.

I am in need of a new vice.

So what do you do to deal with the crap? Feel free to leave some alternative suggestions to my own.

Have been wanting to join the club for awhile now, but most of the time Tuesday is two days ago when I think about it. Am riffing off of Kizz and offering up my list. Ten things that have gone unfinished in my life…and would love to say that they are in fact now in the process of being finished, but that’s another blog.

1)Decorating my house. We’ve been here going on 4 years this August. Still no curtains. ANYWHERE. The same crappy curtains that were hanging in the bathroom, are still hanging in the bathroom. These are the ones that I immediately pointed to and said, “those are going away” when we walked thru the place.

2)Taking the kittens to the vet for the rest of their shots. They don’t ever go outside, and at 4months (roughly) it’s almost time for some spay/neutering and frankly, with 4 cats I can’t afford it. THIS ONE however, is getting done this Monday. I’m a bad mommy and I know you’re all out there muttering under your breath, “if you can’t take care of them, don’t have them” bite me.

3) Weeding the garden. Some people close up their backyard/flowerbeds for the winter. I just close the patio door and don’t go back until it’s warm. I want beautiful flowerbeds and a garden that is glorious…but damn those weeds.

4) Getting the mail out. I have several packages that need to go out to people. They are sitting on my piano bench now. . . awaiting some nice ribbon and sharpie addresses.

5)The fabulous sex dream that was starring myself and Milo and a boy from our bar….damn cats for interrupting.

6)The computer room, and the organization of all of it. ugh.

7)My taxes. I have most of the info gathered and in a nice bright red folder…but have I taken it to anyone? NO! Can I do it myself? I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve made enough money to actually FILE, in..oh..about 4 or more years.

8) My Santa Monica blogs…still haven’t gotten pics to post for that.

9)The recipe project that I started almost 10 years ago when my MeMe died. I have ALL of her recipes. Hand written, cut from magazines, newspapers, all by the ton. The books I went thru and shelved what were good. The pieces of paper however…so daunting. She saved everything. Every label from the back of the eagle brand milk with a recipe on it, every corner of the newspaper where she jotted down something from the TV…the woman was nuts for the recipes!

10) There are unfinished relationships in my life, unfinished conversations that are hanging in the balance, unfinished emotions that have been kept bottled up. And for the most part,that’s ok. I’ll get thru it all eventually….for today though, I finished this list.

M got flamingo’d last night! Awoke for her birthday today with a yard full of them!! Hysterical!

Today is M’s birthday! Doesn’t she look amazing? Like a rock star! We went out and celebrated on Saturday, had a lovely afternoon and finished up at the Waterford Bar. Just too much fun. I developed a horriffic rash, methinks due to imbibing in the grey goose. my body isn’t classy enough for the good stuff, I immediatly switched over to Coors Light. But it could have possible been the rum drink earlier? hmmmmm. The night was great, we even danced a bit. Stumbled home and slept and slept. Great day.
Happy Birthday dear friend!!

After a week or two off, dealing with life and death and such I think it’s time to post some fun. Lot’s of posts running around in my head, several on the burner awaiting publication. Until then, let’s talk Oscar.

Helen! Bravo!!!

Marty! WAY TO GO…it’s about time!

The Darling of them all….Huzzaah!

Overall, the show itself was long and full of Yawns. Celene Di-yawn. The shadow dancers….while cool, they could have easily cut down the time. The dresses were ok. Haven’t seen all of them, loved Penelope Cruz. Froth. Haven’t seen Dreamgirls, but was happy for Jennifer Hudson, and sad for Eddie, at the same time rejoycing for Alan Arkin. so cool. I own the Departed, but have yet to view it. Looking forward to that.

Life goes on. Oscar or not, hope your week is dazzling and fabulous.

Here at my sis’s house…and while everyone is just numb, it’s still full of life. the Wonderchild is playing army and all gang from RatPatrol are in full force. Helecopters, hummers et.al. are in active duty.

My sis is foggy. I believe she got some sleep today, but at the moment is having hormonal meltdowns, wave on wave. We’re all just here, mourning, greiving bit by bit, in our own time.

I saw pictures of her. She was 10 ounces. Tiny, precious.

There will be no burial or service, however we will have her ashes here. My dad is going to build something to put them in, or on, or some such. His way to give and greive.

We have an endless supply of numbing pills, which are all at the ready…that’s the way we do it in my family.

There has been just an unbelieveable outpouring of support and pain and greif and prayers from you all. I think I’ll show Sis tomorrow, all of your words of love. It means more than you know.

Thank you seems pittiful, but it’s what I have.