Happy Holidays to all my blog readers!!!!

The countdown continues!!!! Less than 48 hours until I get to see my puppy!!!! (and parents and sister and Grace and cats...blah blah blah)....

There's nothing in the world like puppy kisses and cat "love", right Grace? :)

DSL ROCKS!!!!!!!!

Insomnia sucks.

I need a break from heartbreak.

I'm too tired to be tired.

A dedication

to my friend Grace who is so loving of animals and humanity that she fed and watered the mouse in her house for two days (and protected it from her 3 cats) until she could get a humane trap, catch it and set it free in a field with a box of Cheeze-its.

Do I think too much? Do I feel too much? Do I know too little? Do I doubt too much?

Say goodbye

to dial up! YEAH to full time with benefits (and I get to keep my OT) employment!!!!! More money equals cable modem baby!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I drank too much at my company holiday party tonight. weall did. fun.
I wonder how i got home. time for mbed. so sleepy;

whoo to my permanent job!

I want to take the modem out of my computer, smash it into pieces and set it on fire.

I bought a new mop. Swiffer Wet Jet. It's fun.

What is beauty? Am I beautiful? Are you?

More

I often wonder what my life would be like without coffee. I think it would be dreadful, for most days the Starbucks Peppermint Mocha is all I look forward to.

I didn't sleep well last night. My mind would not rest, and now it's Saturday morning and I'm more tired then when I went to bed. How does that happen, how can one sleep and be worse off than if they hadn't? I'll never understand the chemistry of the brain.

I feel like cooking today, making something that doesn't come out of a box, bag or shrink wrap. That would entail going to the grocery store though, and it's not Friday. Perhaps I can be creative and make something with what little I have. What could one make with a can of coconut milk, hummus and coffee?

I hate that Aaron is in Iraq again. I can't imagine what my life would be like without our friendship. He's known me for the last 12 years of my life, we have no secrets. He's the one thing in my life I do not doubt.

I should get up, step out of bed for longer than the trip to the coffee maker and back, but I do not want to. I want to cuddle up under my covers and wish for restful sleep.

Truly thoughts from a mind

It's the third day of having to walk home in the rain. I'm tired of my shoes squeaking as I walk down the hallway. I refuse to carry an umbrella any more. I would rather get wet and embrace the rain instead of hiding from it.

My weekends are boring and unbelievably predictable. Friday nights I go to the grocery store on my way home from work, Saturday I sleep in, only getting out of bed to get my routine mug of coffee. The rest of the day I alternate between productiveness and laziness. Cleaning and napping, writing and relaxing. Sunday mornings I do laundry, after the requisite carafe of coffee and Pop Tart. Routine is my only roommate.

I'll be home in exactly 14 days. I can't wait. It will be a welcome break from my usual pattern. I've always loved Christmas, next to my birthday it's my favorite holiday. As I age, I am sure it will take first place, for it has no stigma of wrinkles and hearing loss attached. I did all of my holiday shopping on-line this year and I regret it. It was necessary as I needed to have it all shipped back to Illinois, but I miss the experience of being present in a store. The decorations, the music....the aura of giving mixed with the chaos of obligation. The true spirit of the holiday season.

I'll spare you all for now, but I feel myself stumbling into a writing mood so this weekend may leave you with a lot to read. Enjoy it, hate it, it's entirely up to you.

I am so tired of not sleeping.

and rain.

and humanity.

I would like to apologize for yelling at my microwave today. You've been a good appliance, never let me down. I'm sorry my misguided anger was directed towards you. You didn't deserve it, and I'm very sorry.

Yeah. I need a nap.

I truly think the best thing about life is coffee.

Lyrics to some song

My heart can't break because it wasn't whole to begin with.

For the second time since I moved to NY my apartment building is being surrounded by fire trucks.


Why is life so flamable?

How come....

whenever I do Christmas shopping I always end up buying stuff for myself?

I'm plagued by this notion that we don't fall in love with people, we fall in love with possibility. That its more about action, than it is about a person. We all want someone to BRING us flowers, to PROFESS their love, to HOLD our hand. When did love become about verbs?