Monthly Archives: September 2011

Shoo! Shoo!

Shoo! Shoo!

Its Monday morning, again. I’ve had one of those weeks of whirlwind activity that culminated in another birthday celebration for Enigma (must update “Cast” page) and, well, just stuff.

I was told, almost 6 weeks ago, that I was ready to “take off” during a reiki session. My BFF told me that I just needed to go out and have fun, meet people, be ME.   I figured it was the kids going to school and the freedom of movement that allowed. And, it was that, and I’m not even sure what else… but, as crazy as time has been the last few weeks, and with the amount of networking, old friends, new friends and opportunities that have begun to sprout up, I’m… well… hopeful for the future. Yay!

A future beyond scraping by, in so many ways. A future that doesn’t involve an elaborate plan or Tom and Jerry mechanism (what are those things called, again?). A chance to relax and actually have fun, while doing what I love to do.

This is what happens when I actually listen to people. Who knew?

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH! HAPPY THOUGHTS ARE OVER!

Meanwhile, it has become evident that my air conditioner needs some TLC that I am not prepared for, and something that was mentioned in passing over the weekend may have a direct effect on my future and necessity to step up my game as soon as possible.

But, I’m sporting the eye baggage well. I don’t really need sleep, right?

 

Happy Birthday, Twitches!

Happy Birthday, Twitches!

Today you turn six, and that makes me extremely sad, and proud, and scared, and maybe just a bit awesome. Awesome, because you were nice enough to share your lives with me, and really, that’s pretty damn special.

You were the daughters I saw in my mind when I was a little girl, just like you.

Inexplicably connected to your Nana, in a strange (and, perhaps, devious) twist of fate, the incredible love and light you give the world has only just begun, and I’m so happy to be such a small part of it.

Sunshine, my baby A – as you continue to grow up and define the world in your own rainbow terms, I can only wish you keep your love of the possible. It all IS possible. You have that power, that magic, that love of living and life that few people truly carry. As you discover more of the world, even its sadness, I hope you understand your role in making people’s days brighter. The world needs more people like you, unicorns and all. I promise to slay any dragons you may leave behind, not that you need my help.

Dozer, baby B, my little whirlwind – I watch as you watch everyone else, analyzing and figuring out the buttons to push, how they operate and where you can make your own, very unique mark on their lives. Being the fantastic, original person you are is a lifelong commitment to bringing a sense of “what if” into the lives of those lucky enough to be a part of your world. Be picky, be real, and never, ever lose that spirit of complete originality that will someday make sense.

There is something so powerful about the connection you share with each other. It is something untouchable by the outside world,  something that will hopefully remain as important as you play together, as it will be when you are wreaking havoc in the world at large and following your own journeys. You are formidable, standing alone, and unstoppable, when standing together. You, above all, are two of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. Thank you for taking my world by storm.

Happy Birthday, babies! I love you.

 

 

 

Touché, Pussycat!

Touché, Pussycat!

Remember the UnCool Girl Series? Those three-ish very funny and important blogs about how stupid women are in relationships, even if they were formerly awesome and cool? I was reminded of those recently. I re-read them, I even put fresh videos up. Now, I just have to figure out why my tags aren’t showing, because these little blogettes are nothing without the accompanying tags. My work is never done.

Why the resurrection, aside from the awesome blog material itself? I was reminded of many discussions about why women seem to go “crazy” and act like UnCool Girls. I thought, and thought, and had a few beers, and came up with a dozen reasons. I remembered my own, well-guarded romps in UCG land. I reflected on the experiences of the myriad of women I’ve spoken with about dating, relationships, marriage and divorce. I consulted my cards. I chewed gum. I went on a date (business!) and reflected further. I slept. I gave up. People, as a rule, are just fucking crazy.

Ahem. So, what I came up with is this: this particular UCG is possibly being strung along, whether intentionally, or not, by someone who may or may not be interested. It happens. Two people, nothing else to do, booze, pills, a long road of loneliness ahead of them… shit happens. One-sided love may blossom, clothing gets flung around the bedroom/kitchen/Burger King bathrom, etc. But, really, the people person may not know, or care, about the extensive damage being created. Fuckers. That, by the way, is not an excuse.

Stalkers, if that person IS interested and making you, the CG, into an UCG, then its time to run the fuck away. Crazymaking is not a stable ingredient of a relationship. If the person isn’t interested… well, read the other blogs in the series and follow that sage advice. This shit is serious, yo. Kinda.

Long story short: a stalker isn’t a stalker if you continue to hang out with the person “stalking” you. In fact, legally, you’re just an idiot. Maybe you are using the term “stalker” to impress the ladies and/or gentlemen, although, that has no legal bearing on things. Maybe you enjoy the drama.  Regardless, you want to know why your on-again-off-again “stalker” or “ex” is crazy? BECAUSE MAYBE YOU ARE MAKING HER CRAZY.

You, Miss or Mister, are not being stalked. You are in a relationship. It may not be the relationship you want to be in, but there’s no other description that fits. Cool Girls, and Cool Guys, probably recognize this.Even if its not not as obvious to the “stalkee” as it is to, say, me, there are two choices: a) commit to the relationship or b) get out. Maybe you like the attention, maybe you just don’t know how to end things, but its these situations that make you, the alleged “stalkee,” your family, friends and lawyer just a little more twitchy than normal.

Cool Girls (ahem) recognize these unfortunate UCGs, and while we would probably love to sit down over a few drinks and drill it into the heads of the woman/man being tortured, its not going to do much good. Anyone who sticks around for that type of treatment is probably just going to flounce off and leave us with the tab to pay. Not cool.

This shit can only get better. Seriously.

 

Things I am Not Good at…

Things I am Not Good at…

Shocking, I know.

  1.  Waiting.
  2.  Yarn.
  3.  Drawing.
  4.  Growing plants.
  5.  NOT KNOWING.
  6.  Sleeping.
  7.  Waking up.
  8.  Being awesome (no, wait, that’s a lie).
  9.  Lying.
  10.  Spelling “lying” after a particularly weird night of sleep that has left my shoulders and neck stabbing me in an internal dance of tireless misery.

I have this insane urge to write today. But, instead, I’ll be at a playground, drowning my sorrows in 7-11 coffee and digesting the events of the last week so I can come back and vomit them all over my little corner of narcissism. Vaguely, of course, because that’s how I roll.