Ween

I've finally mastered my candy apple eating.

I celebrated at the office last week and with the friends on Saturday. Sitting at my desk I can't help but feel the entire holiday was anticlimactic. Next year I will suggest interdepartmental trick or treating.

The perks

When I was a kid there were perks for being sick. It usually included a teen magazine (with a large foldout of The New Kids on the Block), fudge popsicles and homemade soup. I was able to watch TV, read my books and take naps. This might be why I spent many days home "sick" in grade school, junior high, high school and let's face it...college.
Being sick as an adult has no perks. They want you at your desk breathing germs onto your neighbors. Now starts the 4 month period of the cold, flu thing.
Health insurance coming soon...!

Point

Nearly two years ago I left my college town. During my five years of living in Stevens Point I had never toured the Brewery, until now.
The samples were great.
Saturday night we gathered at our good friend's house for an old fashioned progressive card party. I played at table #1 for 30 minutes. Actually, I don't remember how long I was at that table. One minute we were winning and moving up and the next we were loosing and being asked to move back down to table 6. Table 6 was located in the new nursery. Surrounded by bright lights, butterfly borders and breast pumps I politely asked for music, preferably Led Zeppelin.
Family is great. After a late night, we woke up early and traveled to the far Southside for breakfast with more family. Thus far, we have visited with 3 grandparents, 2 aunts, 1 uncle and 1 cousin. That might not sound impressive, however...it is. I promise.

If I were one of the seven dwarfs, I'd be...

That's right...Sneezy. Last year I went to the Allergist and I was instructed to keep my windows closed at all times, get rid of all pets and to limit my time spent out doors. I started laughing and asked where I could purchase my bubble. Then, realizing it wasn't that funny, I cried. I believe the Allergist felt sorry for me. I left with a plethora of samples...none of which made me less itchy.

Today, I realized that I don't need a bubble. I'm going to place my allergens in bubbles. Genius, I know. I'm going to market it with a side of Zyrtec and nasal spray, cat not included. Side effects to include detachments to things once loved and nose bleeds. Bubble provided by LR.

"Some people have dandruff, I have an overactive imagination"

I woke up with a smile on my face (a big one) and in my drowsy search for the weather channel I landed on AMC. The Seven Year Itch was on. The classic reminds me of another classic-Edgar Allen Poe's, The Tell-Tale Heart. Instead of an old man there is the beautiful Marilyn Monroe and his crazy daydreams replace the fictitious beating heart beneath the floorboards. He begins to have daydreams where his wife comes home early from holiday and finds him in the arms of a blonde and then kills him. In both classics it is man that does himself in. It's hilarious because Marilyn either is used to men freaking out or she is oblivious. My weekend was the most quiet I've experienced in a long, long time. I learned how to change out spark plugs and I started to knit a scarf. I watched 4 chick movies (only one made me cry) and I balanced it all by watching The Family Guy movie. Next weekend will be much, much more exciting. The anticipation/anxiety of it all...is awesome.

a wrinkle in Ara time

Daily Overview for October 13, 2005
Provided by Astrology.com

Capricorn
Now it's time to exchange a serious approach for a more lighthearted one. People want to connect with you, if only you'll let them. Try on their point of view, entertain their ideas and see how it all feels.

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Try on their point of view, entertain their ideas and see how it feels? This is an interesting concept. Last Saturday I had a beer, then coffee and tea with a friend who told me to own the moment while being detached from the outcome. It requires stepping into someone's moment and allowing others to enter yours. An active encounter involving a higher awareness while mingling lightheartedness and detachment.

Easy, right?

Run

I set my alarm for 5:45, a terrible time to wake up on a Sunday morning. As V's boyfriend said, "this is what you're going to see," he then proceeded to run circles in his living room. Oh how wrong he was.




At the 17 mile the runners have their pictures taken while they pass under the photographers. I stood in the area with my parents for an hour and a half. I love this picture. Pure emotion and determination; you'd think the heavens had just opened.

Also, it was here that my dad started yelling, "it's all downhill from here..." We made him stop and go back to saying, "looking good!"

Okay, G might get angry with me but I'm so dang proud her. This is one of the most beautiful pictures of her that I've ever seen. It is her true moment. Good job!

my time is mine

I hear stories on a daily basis and they're filled with drama. Men and women come together, create drama then separate (either for the afternoon or forever) and disperse their dramatic woes onto the world.

When a coworker tells me how her man doesn't pick his socks off the couch I sort of smile. The only socks on my couch are my own and I put them there. When my friend tells me that her man snored so loud she left their bed, I breathe easy. The only one leaving my bed is my pushy cat and it's at my request.

I'm learning to enjoy my own drama. My stories are about me, laughing and complaining about myself. The questions I pose are inescapably my own.

Soon enough I'll have a partner to complain about. I'm sure it will happen just as I get comfortable with leaving my own socks on the couch. When I become content with the cat sleeping on my head. Why did I ever feel rushed?