I slept good last night. Right through. No interruptions in the form of night terrors or piss urges or thirst. No dreams either which sucks. Today I am taking my Dad to the circus, that is if he doesn’t flake on me.

Yesterday the first disc of the first season DVD boxset for Burn Notice arrived. I am looking forward to watching it. And hopefully loving it. We shall see.

I was supposed to go to my first Toastmasters’ meeting yesterday but I got caught up with silly stuff and decided to go the next meeting instead. Anyone have any experience with Toastmasters? I’ve been doing a lot of presentations and I want to get better so it seems like a pretty smart idea to get involved with them. We shall see.

This weekend I plan on getting a Maid2Match Gold Coast service for cleaning up my vintage kitchen table and chairs. I also need to move my winter clothes into the attic and my summer clothes out of the attic. I have some plants that need re-potting and I need to weed as well.

The excitement never ends, kids!

I cleaned my house for the exterminator. It’s not perfect but it looks better than it has in months. I FEEL better when my house is in order. So why do I mess it up so easily? Regardless of my apparent psychological disorder, I have decided I am going to make a concerted effort to keep this place tidy. It should be so easy. All I need to do is put things away and clean up after myself and vacuum every once in awhile.

Last night I went out with the Zumba girls. Zumba girls? I can’t remember if I told you guys that I take Zumba class once a week. I also take Kickboxing and I do a circuit workout too. There’s a group of women that I exercise with and we get together and PARTAY every now and then. Well, they usually PARTAY. I find excuses why I need to work or pretend to work. At any rate, Glenda, our instructor, consulted her spirit guide the other day. Glenda asked for our power words. You won’t believe what my power word is! REVEL!

R-E-V-E-L
n : unrestrained merrymaking
v 1: take delight in; enjoy
2: celebrate loudly; engage in uproarious festivities;
3: be ecstatic with joy
4. To feast in a riotous manner; to carouse; to act the bacchanalian; to make merry. —
5. To move playfully; to indulge without …

This word hit me like a brick. It’s so true! I need to revel! All work and no play makes Donna a dull girl. And so I’ve really tried to internalize it. When the girls came calling yesterday, asking me to go out with them, how could I say no?

And I had a blast. So much so that I wonder how I got this Dos Equis tattoo on my chest and I am really hoping it comes off with baby oil.

Do you like it? Does it make me the most interesting woman in the world?

Totally out of curiosity, do you also have an aversion to people who have snotty voices? You know, like Diane from Cheers? I met a woman the other day and she had the most pompous voice. Plus she bragged about being a lawyer. I so wanted to kick her in the head. She is very successful so clearly most don’t find her lockjaw annoying or worthy of violence. Maybe it’s just me.

Stay thirsty my friends.

I’ve had it. And so I called the exterminator. He’s coming tomorrow to obliterate these damn ants. I can’t wait. Which is funny because I really tried to be nice and kind. But nothing worked. They just kept coming. It didn’t matter whether I tried to psychically ask them to leave or if I killed a few and left their crumpled bodies as a warning to others… THEY JUST KEPT COMING. Finally I decided that mass extermination was the only answer.

Have fun tonight my little friends because it is your last! Bwah Hahahahaha!

I was thinking about how I need to buy some razors which led me to wonder how I was doing with shaving cream, which made me think about Bugsy Malone because they shot what looked to be Shaving Cream from their mini-Tommy Guns which made me think about Scot Baio, who starred in Bugsy Malone which made me think about Chachi, the role he played on Happy Days which made me wonder if Chachi was short for Charles and how many kids born in the late 70’s early 80’s were named Chachi by their dippy mothers who were  in love with Scott Baio?  I’ve never met anyone named Chachi but I’ve known plenty of Scotts.

i suck

I had such a weird dream last night. Pookie Bear and I went to my prom. I wore a royal blue gown. I also found out my mother had her legs amputated but she kept her spirits high by joining a dance class and shuffling along on her hands.

I’ve spent the evening getting my tax stuff together. My mind is ready to shut down.

I wonder if there just aren’t enough hours in the day or I am just wasteful with time and slow?

Daylight savings has kicked my butt. And I am letting her! It’s not just I’m an hour off… for some reason I am experiencing insomnia and I am waking up even later than usual which is amplified by the time change. It’s hard to complain when it was so nice walking into kickboxing yesterday at 7:00 and it not being pitch black out. But I will complain anyway. I can’t sleep and then I can’t wake up! And tomorrow is my early day in which I wake up at 5:30 and I have no idea how that is going to happen. But maybe it’s a good thing. I haven’t been able to will myself out of bed earlier because I have nothing pressing going on. Tomorrow I must wake up! And maybe that will snap me back into a healthy cycle. My fingers are crossed!!!

Yesterday I had Mom, Lisa, Audra, and Pookie Bear’s sister and nephew over to do Pysanky. The weather was rough and the electricity went out but it didn’t matter. We don’t need electricity doing Pysanky! (actually it’s nice to have when removing the wax but we improvised). I told Joan and John about how Pysanky teaches you patience and the temporal quality of life… there’s always a chance you might drop the egg after you’ve spent many hours decorating it. AND THEN I DROPPED MY BEAUTIFUL EGG! I wanted to cry but I stayed calm.

Here are some other eggs I worked on yesterday– they are in various stages of progress.

The problem is I don’t do it for an entire year and so I start off pretty rusty and then I get better with each egg… just in time for Easter to come and go. And then I put the supplies away until next year.

Which reminds me, have you heard about the new CHOCOLATE COVERED PEEPS? When I first heard about them I was intrigued to no end! I could just imagine the sparkly yellow sugar-covered peep drenched in chocolate… I had to experience it! Yesterday I went to ACME to buy Keilbasa and I spied the new Peeps in the Easter aisle. I grabbed one and out in the car I ripped the packaging open like a crack addict* opens up a new pipe and bit the chick’s chocoate head right off. Guess what? It’s NOT a chocolate covered Peep. It’s just a Mallo Cup. There was no sparkly yellow sugar. The marshmallow inside was just filling. And it wasn’t even white! It was yellow! Which kinda reminded me of a Cadbury Creme Egg. I was terribly disappointed. Still it’s worth experiencing for the novelty.

NOTE: I have no idea how Crack works and I just assumed they use a pipe.  If I am wrong and it’s sniffed or shot, forgive me.