Thursday, January 18, 2007
today was a very blah, stay- in -our- pajamas- all -day day. I aimed to take a snooze when Eliott took his snooze, but that didn't end up happening. however, a very wonderful thing happened around lunchtime; my very lovely friend Sherry dropped in and brought me a surprise package. it was wrapped in kelly green felt and tied up with some soft natural looking string. inside was the neatest asl book I have ever seen called "hand jive"-all full of asl slang and swear words and other good stuff. and, it doesn't stop there, folks because my sweet friend also made me a beautiful scarf. do you know the ones that are sort of fluffy and furry looking and they have flecks of different brilliant colors throughout? that type! it is absolutely gorgeous and will go with my grown-up blue coat. Sherry really made my day by surprising me with these really amazing gifties, but even better than that, she is a blessing to me everyday because she is such an amazing person to have in my life. She also happens to be a member of the most attractive family in the world. I love you, Sherry!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Wowser. I haven't been back here in almost exactly one year. I nearly forgot all about it until my friend Carie started making a blog through this blogspot business and it sounded sort of familiar to me. Anywhoo... I think 2007 is going to be a righteous year. According to Rob Brezsny, this is going to be a year all about risk. He recommends that I "wander out into the unknown with a cracked grin and a wild heart." Isn't that a beautiful image? Well, bring it on, 2007! This is the year I turn 30 and I feel like I have spent all my life up until now worrying and controlling. Enough is enough, man. Did you ever hear that Hellen Keller quote? Here it is for those of you who have not (as well as for those of you who have, apparently): "life is either a daring adventure, or nothing." go on with your bad self, Helen. So, I have begun to actually believe that my life is fully my responsibility and that the world truly is my oyster. Hallelujah! All of the sudden, I am hearing about great terrifying adventures that sound like FUN, things that I would never have tuned in to before because so few things felt possible, as though living didn't quite apply to me. But, finally, thankfully, I am snapping out of that limited thinking, that bucket of wank, and back into a serious obsession with British-type stuff. A sort of funny story about British stuff: The other day I took Kman to see Charlotte's Web and, since I have been practicing my English accent, I chose to speak in one while buying the tickets and concessions. Later I told Eb about it and he was sure it wasn't at all believable to anyone at the cinema and, furthermore, the other patrons were all whispering, "she has a child with her, call the police." To which I responded, "That's fine too; that was my second runner-up reaction". Which reminds me of something else. If you have not seen the show "Charlie and Lola", please do so immediately. It is by far the best thing to happen to television in a long long long time. The little accents, the sweet sibling relationship, the neat music, the little accents. There is absolutely no way at all to improve this show. I really wish I could live in Charlie and Lola's world. rerld. rild. Besty?