The Lesbian Body by Monique Wittig

An excerpt from my required reading:


And to that I say: WTF?

5 Things

Comes courtesy of Rhys:
1. Which five words describe you best?
a.) Loyal
b.) Feisty
c.) Sensitive
d.) Punctual
e.) Dependable

2. A super-advanced think tank with outlandish resources including time travel hands you a list of names of the people who will commit the most heinous, horrifying crimes in the next ten years. You are given the option of hunting these people down and 'eliminating' them, before they have a chance to commit those crimes. Do you do it? Why/why not?
Considering I have a bit of a violent streak as it is I'd venture to say I'd do it. I've declared in the past that if I had a bullet and could get rid of someone guilt free, Paris Hilton would be first on my list and she's not even really a bad guy. She's just a poor role model and I hate what she has done to young girls and small animals. Then again, the stuff bad people do usually results in good people coming together to make change so this is a toughy... I would say I'd do the first one on the list, see how I feel after that and go from there. Like My Name Is Earl or something.

3. A fairy (the wish-granting kind) shows up and offers you a deal: Tomorrow morning, you can wake up and every wish you ever wanted, everything you ever desired, will be yours. Wealth, health, love...you've got it...with just one minor catch: you have to spend your life as the opposite gender, as you will be transformed upon having all your wishes granted. Do you do it? Why or why not?
I think I would go ahead and say yes to this crazy fairy. I don't have a sig other or children so they wouldn't necessarily be affected. I also consider myself a bit of a tomboy as it is and love me some boobs so I really don't see who loses in this situation. Plus it wouldn't be taboo if I farted or scratched my crotchal region and I'm already big into sports. I also have my beer belly and that would be sort of sexy if I was a dude whereas on a chick it's sorta yucky. And if I wanted to go bald or shave my head I totally could. Man, where is that fairy?

4. You are given the opportunity to travel back into your past and change one thing. What would it be? Or would you not do it?
I would change not going away to college in a heart beat. I think my whole life would have been much different if I had only gone away to school and finished it up by the time I was 21 or 22. Being a breath away from 30 and still in college while working full time is no cake walk. It would just be a shame to miss out on my first love and the crazy amount of work experience I gained during those years I flittered about aimlessly...

5. Describe your favorite color to a blind person who has never seen it. (You'll have to be creative and use other senses besides sight...fun! And to make it extra fun, don't say what the color is, so we can try to guess it.)
My favorite color is the feeling of sadness and cold weather. It's a chilly breeze of a color. It's the color of fresh air in your lungs or ice cubes on your finger tips. If it could make a sound it would be the crash of a wave at the beach.


Hot Fuzz

Due to circumstances beyond my control I had to wait a week to see this film though my anticipation to see it had been pretty high. I've always enjoyed British humor and my trip to London in January solidified that for me. While there I was taken aback by how polite and helpful nearly all the Brits I encountered were. Hot Fuzz definitely plays off of this reputation and takes every opportunity to lovingly mock American Buddy Cop/Action flicks. If you've seen Shaun of the Dead then I don't need to tell you these boys know how to make an excellent homage. Only in Hot Fuzz, it's cops, not zombies. The laughs are plentiful, the special effects are top notch and it's just a fun movie to watch. Timothy Dalton of 007 fame even shows up as a wickedly fun villain. This will definitely be a DVD I purchase.



From left to right:
Andy, Mandy with brandy and Randi with candy.

Happy Arbor Day

Go hug a tree, ya dirty hippies.

15 Days Til 30 Haiku Friday

Major projects done
Just a couple papers now
And final exams
Just fifteen more days
My quinceanera doble
Pinatas and beer
Going to Hot Fuzz
A movie review to come
Salvaging the blog



I have a serious love/hate relationship with myspace. Like, I know it's a breeding ground for whores and deviants yet I find myself logging in almost every day. It allows me to import my gmail contacts to see if anyone on my list is enrolled. It lets me search by my graduation year in high shool. I've managed to acquire 105 friends this way. Please don't envy how popular I am. I've got blogger friends. Pets of friends. Bands I love. But for what purpose?
I can shamefully say I totally check out my ex-boyfriend's page and wonder why he still looks exactly the same as the day we broke up. Isn't he supposed to be all fat and bloated now that he's married and has babies?
My friend Kevin has a myspace blog and he gets like 200 comments a day. I'm super jealous.
I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this. Just like I have absolutely no idea where this blog is heading. Prozac, man. Totally gives me writer's block. I have no more crazy rage to vent. My self-loathing is at an all-time low. Kind of makes for boring reading. I'll try harder next week.


A Post Is A Post

I spent most of yesterday afternoon into the middle of the night with a migraine. Lord knows I love me some migraines. Went to my stupid multicultural drama class and found out a classmate is a former high school classmate's baby mama/girlfriend. There truly is no county smaller than Ventura County. Or in Spanish - El mundo es un panuelo. Loosely translated? The world is a handkerchief. I don't make 'em up, people, I just write 'em down.
Got a call from my ex/friend that he saw the guy I'm currently seeing at a bar last night. He then proceeded to tell me he overheard him talking and considers him a total fucking idiot. I got super defensive and mad and now I'm just wondering if he's jealous. When I called him on it he denied that he was but I don't know why else he'd be hating on my booty call. Men. Always want what they don't have and don't want what they do.
That's about all I've got for now but I told Exile I'd post so The Landlord and its auto-playing ass would be removed from my page. Happy now?


Here I Am!

Dudes. I wish I had a good reason for disappearing on you yesterday but the fact of the matter is I was busier than a one-armed paper hanger. Mondays blow as it is as far as work is concerned but I also had to write a 1,500 word research paper that I naturally postponed until the last possible second. Other than that, life has been pretty mellow and/or boring for the most part. It rained last weekend. Uh... I went to BJ's and a guy behind us got sucker punched by a total stranger. That was kind of wild. I just don't have too much to say. 18 days til I turn 30. About 3 or 4 weeks of school left. Ethan's eating off a spoon now. My pants are somewhat loose. Blah blah blah.


Self-Help Horoscope

April 19 - May 19

Today you may feel a bit overwhelmed with obligations and commitments to friends and organizations. There is not a moment free to yourself, not even to go to the bathroom. Clearly, something is out of balance here, dear Taurus. It is time for you to once again take charge of your life. It is wonderful that you have such a giving and generous spirit, but you do no one any favors if you burn out from exhaustion. Take some time for yourself to refill the well of your soul.

Not to delve too deeply into what my therapist and I discuss once a week (mandatory for the Prozac/suicidal thoughts), but this? Is exactly what we're talking about. "Obligations" and "commitments" led to to the point where I broke down. I forgot to take time for myself. So Dr. B and I have decided we're really going to work on getting me a good dose of narcissism. A big part of my problem is that I'm more willing to meet the needs of others rather than take care of my own so he wants to make me a little bit more selfish. Teach me that I'm worthy of things I never considered myself worthy of before. Sounds good huh?


22 Days Til 30 Haiku Friday

My wish was granted
Wind finally stopped blowing
Raining cats and dogs
Student making threats
On my campus through Facebook
Felony charges
A planless weekend
Homework and cleaning the pad
Gittin'er done, man


'Zac Attack

April 19 - May 19

Don't take anything you read or hear today at face value, dear Taurus. It is possible that you will receive some rather distressing news. But before you burst into tears or start to tear your hair out in frustration, read the fine print. The news may not really be so bad. In fact, it may not even be true! Take a deep breath and give a sigh of relief, then get back to your normal routine.

I thought I'd take a second today to reflect on my horoscope. For the last week one of my co-workers has asked when my other personality is going to come back. The feisty, mean, quick-witted Randi. It would seem that lately, I've just been too even-keeled for his comfort. Quite frankly, I don't know if I agree. Mostly I just feel tranquil. Prior to being on Prozac I always felt like I was one step away from losing my shit. The slightest things would cause me to break down in tears. After nearly every phone call at work I would make a nasty comment. My road rage was definitely something that made people uncomfortable. Now, though, nothing really seems that traumatic. I still get pissed off when some dumb bastard doesn't use his "turning indicator" (Thanks, Kryst) or if he has to come to a near stop just to make a right hand turn. I just don't scream and cuss until the vein pops out of my forehead any more. And we already discussed my reaction to bikini shopping so there's no need to revisit that.
It's really a shame that there is such a stigma attached to antidepressants. For so long I resisted going on medication because I thought that would mean I was crazy. But it's not like that. Right now, for the first time... I don't know ever... I feel normal. Level. I don't feel super great like I have no problems. I'm still stressing about school. I still cry at movies. I just don't react as strongly as I used to and I think that's ok. For so long I suffered needlessly because I was afraid of what other people would think if I was on meds. Just can't figure that one out. If I had kidney disease would I have waited so long to get help? Something to think about.


I Want To Thank All The Little People...

Miss Sassy has nominated me as a "Thinking Blogger" so I told her I'd play along. And even though her blog is thought provoking, I shan't re-nominate her as I'd like to break that vicious cycle. So here goes my 5 nominations:

1. Coodence's World - Not only is she my BFF and the reason I'm a blogger but she's always writing about things I would have never thought about on my own. Plus she lives in New York City which is much more fascinating to me than anything going on in Oxnard. Hell, they had R2D2 mailboxes for chrissakes. Also, she's much more aware of world news and is my link to what's going on around me.
2. Just A Trucker - While he will be the first to admit his spelling and grammar could use a hand, Trucker never fails to shoot from the hip. He blogs about everything from family to religion to some really romantic fantasies. Not too shabby on the HNT tip, either. Plus, he's a trucker (obviously) who takes gorgeous photographs of the states he passes through and they never fail to inspire me.
3. The Churning - There's a very good chance these boys should be imprisoned or institutionalized but I can't stop clicking on the daily. They're not afraid to play "Grosser Than Gross" and then turn right around to write about something as serious as the Virginia Tech shootings. They can bring me to the point of wretching to the point of serious contemplation. Not too shabby.
4. Almost Infamous - One word: Diatribes.
5. Pointless Banter - If you scroll down on the right over there you'll see a link to buy this guy's book. I met him through myspace and we go to the same university. His posts are always well thought out and include pictures. He's hilarious and random yet also incredibly intellegent. Nice combo.

Sorry if I missed anyone but that's quite a link list I have going on and I could only pick 5. However? You guys all make me think so keep up the good work.

Here are the rules from the originating site of the award:

Should you choose to participate, please make sure you pass this list of rules to the blogs you are tagging. I thought it would be appropriate to include them with the meme.The participation rules are simple:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme
3. Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote

Please, remember to tag blogs with real merits, i.e. relative content, and above all - blogs that really get you thinking!


Attempt to Blog

Exile sort of threatened me to throw a good post up today or I'll have to do HNT and quite frankly I'm at the point where I might have to accept the challenge. Right now it's all school and work. Not that I don't have a social life but there's nothing of interest I feel like pointing out here on the world wide web is all. Like over the weekend I did very little other than chores and had a headache because of the wind. Woohoo! Can you feel the excitement?!
Right now things are pretty good all the way around. I can already see an improvement in my relationships and friendships. I'm finally looking in the mirror and not hating what I see. It's like a fog has been lifted and it feels great. For instance, this weekend I tried on a couple bikinis. Normally I would have been devastated all day by what I saw in the reflection but this time I just laughed it off. Because what the hell am I going to do about clothes don't fit? I guess I won't buy 'em, ya know? But I will not bully myself any more. There's no sense in it.
So if my posts seem a little lame for a bit I guess we can blame it on the Prozac for taking my bitchiness away. Yesterday I did the last of my allergy tests so no more gory photos of bloody arms. For school, I have a total of 4 chapter-response papers to write, a research paper to do, an oral presentation to plan, an interview to transcribe, a reflection on said interview, a take home test to BS my way through and at least one final. In a month's time.
So if there is anything you'd like me to blog about, please feel free to leave your suggestions in the comment box below.
Thank you and have a great Tuesday.


29 Days Til 30 Haiku Friday

The countdown's begun
I stinkin' love my birthday
Sorta immature
Twenty-five needles
Arms look like they have nipples
Every man's dream, right?
The sun is shining
Prozac working like a charm
Life is good, baby.


Allergy Shots

Twenty Five Shots
Histamine control shot (H) to make sure my shit's working right
Why is this in reverse? Tiny bloody dots.
That terrible reaction on 11? Mold. Yikes!
(But note my thin arm... hehe.)
And it's back for 25 more on Monday...


Before I bring you to your regularly scheduled movie review, let me offer you this public service announcement: One month 'til I turn 30. Thank you.
My Amazon.com Wish List
And on with the show...

Do any of you know someone that seems to know all about the weirdest underground movies and deems you worthy of introducing you to them? My uncle is that man for me. However, he introduced me to such cult classics as Grey Gardens and essentially the entire John Waters collection. Not to movies like this. No. This is a genre that went right over my head and boy am I glad Grindhouse was made so I could finally see what I have been missing. Can I say these were good movies? I don't know. They're not supposed to be. But you can clearly see that both Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino made these babies with love. This double-feature has all the faux tell-tale signs of a faded reel-to-reel. And that's what it is. Two feature length films broken up by a smattering of delightful trailers made by the likes of Eli Roth and Rob Zombie. My favorite was Thanksgiving, which you'll just have to see to understand. It's like a time machine back to the days of drive-ins.
Do not miss the opening trailer called Machete. "You fucked with the wrong Mexican." The first half is Planet Terror is Robert Rodriguez's. If you are familiar with any of his other films you'll recognize a familiar cast of characters. It's a zombie feature and is totally disgusting. Death Proof is all Tarantino and features one of the best car scenes I have ever seen on film. Man. There is so much I want to say but don't want to write on ad nauseam. I love how both of these movies seem so old yet they have modern life thrown into them like cell phones and current model automobiles. The chicks in both kick the most serious ass and look hot as hell doing it. You are doing yourself a disservice if you wait for DVD. This is absolutely a must-see in the theater. But only if you respect and admire Tarantino and Rodriguez and love the movie-going experience as a whole.
Otherwise you probably won't like it.
Maybe just give it a shot and donate your hard-earned, cold, hard cash so it won't look like this bad boy tanked. The future of movies is in your hands.
Jesus Christ. I just re-read this and it has to be the most disjointed review I've ever written. Oh well. I'm leaving it. I loved this movie.


Domestic Disturbance

First of all, happy hump day to all of you. Mine started extra early thanks to the insane neighbors to the right of me. We share a bedroom wall, as most apartments do, only our wall also has a window. It's hard to explain but I assume it is there for circulation as we are on the second floor of the building in a loft. That's beside the point however. The point is at 5:15 this morning I was awoken not by the sounds of chirping birds or my alarm clock but by raised voices. Eventually those voices raised to the point of yelling and the words they were volleying were "Shut the fuck up!" "No you shut the fuck up!" There was also some argument about who was leaving first and who had the keys. Eventually it climaxed into doors slamming and windows rattling. Now, I'm not sure what to do about this. Had it been a one time occurrence I might be ok letting it slide. Then again, I'm not trying to be McGruff the neighborhood watch dog either. The reason this concerns me is because over the weekend she must have left with their child and I had to listen to him hollering and cussing at her over the phone. Not my phone, mind you. He was on his phone and I could hear the whole conversation through the wall. Without even trying. I'm sure this is all just kit and kaboodle of living in an apartment but I don't want it to end in some kind of domestic abuse or worse. I happen to enjoy living where I do and don't want that experience tainted by some crazy murder next door. What would you do?



How hilarious is BFF?

Round 2 of Allergy Tests

Today was my second round of allergy testing. In case you don't know how this goes down I'll give you a play by play. I take off my top and lie on my belly and the nurse marks my back up. Then she takes a little beaker of liquefied allergens and drops them on the grid she has drawn. After that, she takes a little tool almost like a toothpick and scratches each little droplet. My back reacts to whatever it is I'm allergic to by forming a bump. Last week the feather bump looked like I got stung by a wasp but today's test hardly produced a reaction. Apparently the only bump was produced by histamines. Whatever that means. Next I have to do the subcutaneous injection testing. 50 injections total, 25 each visit. I am really not looking forward to this which is pretty funny considering I have about 10 hours worth of tattoo work on my body and a belly button ring and I used to be a blood donor. One would think I wouldn't have any anxiety when it comes to needles. But 25 injections on my arms? Well that hardly sounds like fun to me.
Over the weekend after my many indulgences I was surprised to see that I didn't really have any reaction to any of the food I ate. I mean, I had a stomach ache but really that was to be expected considering the binge fest and copious amounts of beer I ingested. Today, however, I had a yogurt for a snack and the roof of my mouth got all hot and puffed up. I guess that will be my last yogurt. Weird how three weeks without eating something can cause a reaction, huh? I really love that I'm doing this allergy testing. Seems like I should probably know what the heck my body's up to.


Weekend Snippets

  • Friday consisted of eating all my favorite foods that I have been denied, including but not limited to: Starbucks Hazelnut Latte, pepperoni pizza, ranch dressing, buffalo wings, chili fries and a double-double from In-N-Out.
  • Sick to my stomach much? You betcha.
  • And of course beer. I had somewhere in the neighborhood of 6-8 beers. Fat Tire, Black and Tan, Hemp. You name it, I drank it.
  • This led me to totally forget the name of a gal who clearly knew me but in my drunken stupor I thought it better to overcompensate and rub her back and call her sweetie like she was my oldest friend. Turns out she just works at the place I get my hair cut.
  • An old man with one of those paddles that has an elastic string with a rubber ball connected to it bought me and Miss Kitty each a bouquet of roses because we mocked his skills. Nice to know I still got it.
  • Had a bartender recognize me and my friend Patrick (Hooray for surprise visits! He has the best timing EVER!). She was a freshman when we were seniors and just happened to have been Patrick's slave for freshman initiation. We had slave day. At a Catholic high school. Terrible. After his group made her wash a truck in a bikini, years of slave day tradition came to a screeching halt. Sexual harassment much? On a completely random and somewhat related note, our class also forced administration to replace egg babies with flour bag babies in our Marriage and Family class. Bad to the bone, baby.
  • Got kicked out of our local strip club because I was too drunk to realize the boys at the front door were not bouncers and proceeded to climb over the velvet rope. Actual bouncer clearly knew I was inebriated and wouldn't allow me to stay. Under any circumstance. Denied! What a dummy though. I would have dropped so much money there.
  • Because of that we ended up at the skankiest bikini bar in town. Chances are good P.J. Grunts (the name says it all, right?) will one day be condemned and razed due to hepatitis outbreaks. Good times.
  • Spent pretty much all of Saturday on my couch. With the lights out. In my jammies. Watching Flavor of Love marathons and promising to never drink again if it would only make the taste of stale beers and half a dozen cigarettes vacate my mouth forever. I'm too old to waste a day on hangovers.
  • Today I started the day off at my brother's church. I quit Catholicism long ago and his girlfriend's mom invited me when she found out I was depressed. It seemed like a good choice. There was rock music and a hip preacher. Unlike any church service I've experienced before. Chances are good I'll go back.
  • Easter dinner was delish. Ham, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, crescent rolls, Chardonnay, cream puffs and brownies. Was able to indulge in Cadbury Mini-Eggs to celebrate the end of 7 and a half weeks sans candy of any kind.
  • Back on my diet tomorrow.

On a snippetless note, thank you all for your kind and encouraging words. I started therapy on Friday and am still trying out the Prozac. I feel like I'm in a good place and for the first time in a long time I feel hopeful. Mostly that has to do with the support of friends and family. Thank you for being there for me. Even though we've never met I consider those of you who leave comments regularly my friends and I cherish the words you leave me. Here's to a bright future.

Happy Easter!

Hope the Easter Bunny
Fills your baskets high


Thank God It's Haiku Friday

Getting me some help
Gray skies are gonna clear up
See my smiling face?
Spent some time with E
Someone saved my life tonight
My little nephew
It's almost Easter
Chocolate bunnies watch your ears
I will bite them off


Being Straight With You

Do you remember on Haiku Friday when I said I needed Prozac? Well that was a bit tongue in cheek but the moral of this story is be careful what you wish for. I've tried for a long time to hide the fact that I suffer from depression. Yesterday, my depression truly reached a pinnacle. To put it mildly, I had a break down. My thoughts over the past few months have gotten more and more dark and yesterday I finally confessed to the fact that I am suicidal. It got to the point where I had to call the Crisis Center in Ventura County, request an emergency prescription for an anti-depressant from my doctor, and make what seemed like a billion phone calls to try and find a therapist that could see me. I even went as far as to contact an in-patient treatment facility. They recommended that I consider medication and therapy first and if after that my depression continues then to go to their hospital which is primarily medical treatment as opposed to psychological. I have truly put my best friends and my family through a traumatic time. I've scared them as much as my thoughts scare me. It is unfortunate that it had to come to this for me to realize what a strong support system I have. I don't know if it's the Prozac or the fact that I've finally decided to seek treatment but it feels that for now my dark cloud has lifted. I took today as a mental-health day and have a therapy appointment tomorrow morning. It feels like a weight is off my chest to finally admit that I have deep feelings of inadequacy, hopelessness and sadness to my friends and family even if they don't understand how that can be. I look around me and see what a great life I have, how much I have accomplished primarily on my own and still find little joy or satisfaction in any of it. Now it's time to make sure I get the help I have needed for so long.
In a far less serious side note, I went to the allergist today and am able to eat more food now. Turns out I have a terrible allergy to dust mites, molds and feathers. Not to my precious beer. Though now that I can drink beer I'm on Prozac so I guess I'll have to think about that one. And just a little bit of good news? I'm down to 166. 6 pounds lost in 18 days. Not too shabby.
Thank you for reading.


Sassy Might Appreciate This

Courtesy of BFF:

Hump Day Blues

When I thought about what I wanted to blog about this morning the most important thing I could think about sharing was that I'm wearing a pair of pants I'd bought right after I stopped going to Weight Watchers that I haven't worn in about a year. Man, that was a long sentence. But pants? Dieting? I mean, could that be any more boring? I feel like we should talk about something new. Something fresh.
And speaking of fresh, I've decided to make some changes in my life. The other day I did a MeMe and it asked me to tell you something that you don't know about me. At the time, I couldn't come up with anything but this morning it came at me like a freight train. What you don't know about me is that for the past four years, hell maybe even my whole life, I have been putting my needs and my own happiness on the backburner. This particular case was to get someone I thought I wanted. Turns out, I don't think I really want him after all, just the idea of him.
Have you ever done this? Led yourself to believe your own lies because you were too scared to be alone? Changed who you are to fit the person you thought you wanted to be with? Realized that your own needs were not being met and that you've wasted way too much time?
That seems pretty drastic but that's pretty much what I have been up to. A long, vicious, torturous cycle that leads to some very dark thoughts, self-loathing and all-around unhappiness. Ask BFF, she knows all about it. There's something about that big number three-oh looming on the horizon that's telling me I need to wake the fuck up already. I need to take care of me. Be selfish to a degree. Seek happiness on my own, not by way of someone. Because the longer I try to change someone, the longer my dreams are put on hold.
So it was said, so it shall be done.



Damn me and my rough afternoon. I was so tuckered out yesterday for the last half of work and after school that I ended up passing out on my couch while watching the I Love New York finale. Dang. I even googled that shit when I woke up and nothing really seems to say who won. I know in my heart of hearts it has to be Tango because Chance was too crazy. And as I was typing that I thought to look at VH1.com and sho'nuff, Tango won. Hallelujah. I'll miss my guilty pleasure but I have Charm School to look forward to two weeks from now.
In other news, I cooked dinner for myself last night. I know reading that sentence seems pretty ridiculous since a 29 year old woman typed it but yeah, I don't cook. This diet, however, makes me. I made a delicious chicken breast with sauteed mushrooms, onions and asparagus. Yum. Tomorrow is the last full day of this and I get my test done on Thursday morning. I am hoping the reintroduction of food doesn't drag on forever because I'd really like to be able to eat Easter dinner without restrictions. Tomorrow also marks 7 weeks without candy of any kind as well as 7 weeks without soda save for the one day I indulged in a root beer because my blood sugar was plummeting. Don't want to pull a Nicole Richie now do I?
Yeah... there's really not much going on. I'm just blogging for the sake of blogging lately.


It's April

Have you made your donation to Fyrchk's Relay for Life yet?

Off On A Good Foot

167. Exactly. That's what the scale said. Know what that means? I have lost 5 pounds in the 2 weeks that I've been doing the allergy diet. True, I have a ways to go but it's great just the same. If I could get down to 150-anything by May 12th I would be the happiest camper ever. Hell, I'd be satisfied with a solid 160 by then.
This weekend was real good for me. I did a lot of spring cleaning and that always makes me feel better. The sun was shining, life was easy. On Friday the sunny weather even permitted me to take a 3-mile walk around the 'hood. Gorgeous.
But best of all was that I got to spend some one on one time with my brother on Saturday and Sunday. No Ethan. No Frannie. Just me and Curtis chatting it up, listening to music and hangin' out. I seriously can't remember the last time we did that. It sure was nice. Probably the highlight of my weekend. I did get to see my nephew a lot though. My folks and I babysat him on Saturday night and he's just so darned smart it kills me.
I think that concludes the cheese for the day. Just wanted y'all to know I'm feelin' good.


Sunday MeMe (Tagged Myself, Bitches!)

A - Available or Single? Both are one in the same and I am both.
B - Best Friends? BFF, natch. And Crusty, Kitty and Eli.
C - Cake or Pie? Pie - mmm... cream cheese and strawberry.
D - Drink of Choice? Non alcoholic – Hazelnut Lattes from Starbucks, Alcoholic - Fat Tire
E - Essential Item? Vehicular Manslaughter
F - Favorite Color? Blue
G - Gummi Bears or Worms? Bears. The former cartoon and the candy. Yum.
H - Hometown? 'Nard Core! 805, suckas!
I - Indulgence? Used to be ice cream. Siiiiiiiigh.
J - January or February? January as it doesn't house the dark holiday that is Valentine's Day.
K - Kids and Names? None right now but their names will be Christopher Daniel & Stella Christin if I have any say in the matter
L - Life is incomplete without? Love and friendship (one in the same methinks...)
M - Marriage Date? Not yet... (say it like Antonio Banderas in Desperado)
N - Number of Siblings? One younger, father of Ethan. One older, may he rest in peace.
O - Oranges or Apples? Dude, I'd love an orange. Apples on the daily.
P - Phobias/Fears? That I won't get married/have kids.
Q - Favorite Quote? "It's never too late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot
R - Reasons to smile? My nephew's toothless grin and drooly kisses
S - Season? Spring as it brings nice weather, blooming flowers and my birthday.
T - Tag 3 People: Since no one tagged me, I tag no one.
U - Unknown Fact About Me? Hmm... Not much of a secret keeper, per se...
V - Vegetable You Hate? Hate is such a strong word but I'm no fan of canned veggies of any kind.
W - Worst Habit? Is having low self-esteem a habit? If not I go with picking my nose.
X - X-rays You've Had? I've had a couple done on my legs. Oh and at the dentist.
Y - Your Favorite Foods? Dear God this list could go on forever but mostly burritos and pizza.
Z - Zodiac? Taurus