Friday, January 30, 2009

all the rage

why yes it truly is all the rage.

Speaking of rage, my anger has once again subsided, dissolved, resolved. Through my own thoughts and actions! YAY!

Buddy is coming for tacos with me and the boys tonight. A little practice around kids will be good for him.

I am working on the soundtrack of my life--it's fun and exciting and you bet "if he tries anything" is one of the college years, living with ollie songs!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

good intentions

dear diary. i have only the best intentions.

i am going to start doing a.m. yoga at home tomorrow, i have decided. i was going to start today, but once i put the dvd in this morning i learned that you need props for this type of thing.

so that sounds like a good start to my days, right? when the dog is around, he won't be a fan- i can picture the grunts and stares now...

i still might join the gym if they send me that free pass and i like it.

other aspirations this week include finally starting the comet art project and practicing music a lot. because even though next week isn't my audition yet, i am going to make it in the band soon. mark my words!

tonight i am having dinner with an old friend that i am trying to believe doesn't hate me for the mess that i've created. i think it will be ok, the last time i saw her it was before christmas, and time has flown.

so that is my first post. i'm struggling to even continue this blog with the mention of oprah in the first post! barf-a-roo, but just kidding, k.

for the love of Wednesday

I once had a gorgeous cat named Wednesday. I was mildly allergic to him, but I just had to be careful about the eyes. And yes, his mamma was called Tuesday!

Bear had not been to school since last Wednesday, because thurs and fri were emergency cold days, mon MLK, tues teachers institute, and today he wakes up with a cough and fever. Come on! He's okay, it's just ridiculous that he has been home for so long. Bored.

Work was good yesterday. The whole school was feeling electrified by the inauguration.

My anger/disappointment with Buddy is dying down. I knew all along that he was a distraction. I was hoping it'd be more fun and last a bit longer, though. That's what she said!!!!! I know that he is decent guy, so I think I'll get my KILLER dog tag back one day. I just wish it was now, because otherwise I'll be unsuspecting and it'll bring up negative feelings at a time when perhaps I'd say I was doing well.

You know how it is with those books that are so popular, Oprah'ized and recommended by a zillion people? Well, I am taking Eat Pray Love pretty much Hook Line Sinker. Of course, the author shares so much of her personality that there are quite a few things about her that bug me, but then she's so human I just have to love her.

I have an epic poem inside, I think it'll flow out by my 33rd birthday.