Stream of Consciousness

Or at least, in a funk, which I would like to think makes me funky, like a brick. house.

It was so nice to go out last night with my honey. I think without that, I would still be pretty bad off today, but I still can't shake that "constantly waking up on the wrong side of the bed" feeling.

I think it is mostly that I have been unable to take care of things. Our house is a mess. We still haven't folded the laundry or done the dishes from Monday. I am finding centipedes everywhere. My poor dog hasn't seen as much of us as she deserves, nor gotten the proportionate amount of love that comes with that. I forgot to take care of the bringing of the paper this weekend, so we could finish up getting addresses, so I can finally get that done and out of our living room. Our fest stuff is everywhere, and nowhere in particular simultaneously.

I may also be a little tired, which is making me a bit edgy. I know these are all little things, but they are adding up. Even the craziness at work isn't getting to me, probably because I have time during the day to effect those things. The little things are starting to add up... and I am obviously bad at math, or at least subtraction and division.

So, in closing, everyone who does this year after year amazes me. I am impressed, and I have no idea how you do it.. you are awesome. I am just confused as to why this has been so hard for me, because everyone from my honey, to my friends, to the stocks crew have been so awesome.

Either way, only two weeks to go, and then some sleep.

I would just like to state for the record that today is the anniversary of the day wylderwolfand I started being stupid cute with the love, and went on our first date to the Chatterbox. 

Honest to goodness, I knew then I was going to marry the kid. What can I say... you know it is going to be love when you have a blast, even after one of you spent the entire night before yucking your guts out (him), and therefore you look really strung out and can hardly eat anything (still him), and yet the other person (me) still finds you absolutely adorable. 

Here is to rolling your wrinkly ass around when we are old, Handsome.

So, I am a little twitchy today. 

It could be because I decided to skip lunch and eat a large piece of flourless chocolate cake with a truffle on top instead. 

I can't think straight, but I sure am smiley.

=)

See? I wasn't kidding. I am even digitally smiley. 

Owe, my brain hurts.

I am finally home again, hopefully this time for awhile. 

It was good to go and check on my dad, though. I confirmed that he is in good health, but that he still isn't taking care of himself. There are some things you can change, and others that it is more worth enjoying the time that you have with them then arguing about. 

And enjoy I did. I even got a bit of a tan. Okay, so I still look pasty white, but compared to my previous ability to glow in the dark, I have come a long way. 

Let the summer of fun begin.

Mostly, this is a terribly shameless ploy to say hello to clairpea because I seem to be unable to e-mail most people while I am in Mexico, and thank everyone who came to the party on Saturday. It was awesome!

It is both amazing and crazy here. The volcano to my left (not immediate left, but you know, like 50 miles away, and can see it in the distance left) is smoking, the mall security officers carry big 'ole rifles, and everyone has been kind, and the food is amazing. 

Mmmm Mexican food. 

Also, I have been told by the locals that the only way to beat Montezuma's revenge is to clean your system with tequila every night. I have taken to this tradition like a fish to water, and so far it is working wonders. I wonder if it works for American stomach aches too.... must try when I get back.

So, clairepea, give the dog and L a big hug for me!

Ah, Spring... or Winter, or whatever is it here in Minnesota. 

Tis the season of change, and there has already been so much  this week! I am a pretty go with the flow kind of gal, so it is fine, but the people around me are acting strangely.

My job has changed, twice. I am no longer leaving the country... or at least I am, but not for a few more weeks. I have a new boss, and a new team has just come in to take over my old job, so I am training them. I also need new pants, but that is a whole other story, that surprisingly does not involve clairepea.

People are walking by me and saying, "Hey, you ok?" Really, there comes a point where change is the norm and being static is draining, so yes, I am actually awesome. Then I get the even stranger look for being really genuinely happy. 

That is so weird. It's ok that I am ok people! 

I did freak out for about 10 minutes, but after that, life is good and I am excited. It helps that I am fairly excitable in the first place.

So world, you know what holiday is November 4th? It is denimgoddess and  rant79 get a big frickin' tattoo day.... ok, get them started anyway. I finally decided it was time when I was no longer having dreams about my tatoo, but having regular dreams where I always have it. I have been sad to wake up and find that it is not there, so I am taking care of that. Peaceful sleep from November 4th on... as long as I sleep on my stomach.

On a completely other note, I work too much. Yup, that's it. I just work too much, and I am too sleepy to spell anymore. This is the running theme that keeps me from posting as often as I would like.

I am going to bed now, but first a quote from Ani DiFranco, because I can and it has been in my head all day (and I am not sure why).

"I build each one of my songs out of glass, so you can see me inside of them- I suppose. Or you could just leave the image of me in the background, I guess, and watch your own reflection superimposed."

It is just pretty.. a good line, a good song.
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So, my roomate gave me the *ick. Yup, she knows who she is (not you clairpea... and yes, I am your roomate, and do in fact live with you).
Now I have gotten back from vacation to find that I need to work 12 hour days through a bad case of the brain crazies (where your brain is so hot, you swear you start halluciniating... yeah, you know what I am talking about). They should invent an ick that knows how to come back at a better time...maybe it knocks, or calls ahead, like making reservations at a restaurant.

I am not sure if I am making sense anymore, so I am going to bed with my friend NyQuil.

I miss all of you Mad Alecs.... but it may be better we can't share the love tomorrow, as my love would be kind of germy.

So, why is it that every time I go out with rant79 there are cameras? I mean, do we really need evidence of the fact that we are evil, *ahem, I mean, fun women? I better see some of those pictures darlin', and not on the internet.

Also, I feel the need to pose yet another question for all of you men out there. I think we figured it out, but really, why is it so hot when a woman walks up to a bar, orders a shot, and takes it like a champ? Is it just a way to seem interested? Is it that you know she will be drunk soon, and as we know, that is always exciting? Is it the act itself? Help me guys... I need to know.

I love that I have friends to help me with life's little questions.

Welcome to my first live journal post ever... may there be many more to come.

Just to explain the name a little, for those of you who don't know, I just got my dream job as Denim Goddess for my current company... and for some reason HR will not put that on my pay checks. Some technicality about seperation of goddesses and state. As long everyone knows my real title, I guess I can let it pass.... this time.

Anyway, please come back, I promise my life is more entertaining than it should be!