I am getting stuff accomplished! I awoke at 7:00 and the first word out of my mouth was a bad, bad dirty word that starts with an F. You see, I realized it was September and that parking ticket I was apparently late in paying back in May, the late fee is due in September and because I finally decided not to fight it, I needed to remit the late fee which was more than the original fee I paid that got to their office a day late. Yes I am fuming. Yes I begrudgingly paid the late fee. The reason I screamed a bad word is that I was worried I would have to pay another late fee. Hopefully not. It seems I got in right under the wire.

With the gestapo fee paid, I felt charged with energy and I started to go through my mail and I filed items that I am scared to throw away. I even ran to the post office and bought pretty flower stamps. I feel great! The next items of my list to accomplish are:
EXPENSES FOR JULY and AUGUST
Vacuum and dust
Do a load of laundry

If I get this accomplished I will be one happy girl.

By the way, today is the last day I can reply, “32” when asked my age. Of course for the last few months I’ve pretty much considered myself 33– so it’s not a surprise and doesn’t feel odd.

I slept in- not by accident but rather I don’t have to go into the office this morning. Instead I have a morning meeting not far from my house giving me oodles of time. The thing is, I woke up a complete and utter mess. My right eye is twitching and my right knee is completely bruised. I have no clue what happened. The bruise looked like dirt to me in the shower but after scrubbing it and not seeing any improvement, I squinted really hard and realized it was a boo boo.

Tomorrow is Friday and I am really considering turning cartwheels. Maybe that’s how I bruised my knee? Just the thought of turning cartwheels bruises me– I am so old! 🙂

I am sitting in my parlor in almost pitch darkness, the only light is coming from my laptop perched rather precariously on my knee. I’ve been here for a little while, putting together a photobook from Photoworks for my Aunt. I hope she likes it.

Audra called me the other day to tell me not to bother with Virginia Beach. She said it’s just a shore town, no different than Rehoboth or Wildwood. Rob and I still haven’t made any decision on where to go. I guess it’s been narrowed by one.

My birthday is coming up in a few short days. I’ll be 23 (+10). I’m fine with it, I really am. Age is one thing no one can escape. I am thinking about throwing myself a little party. And then I think, maybe not. I don’t know.

Had a dream, not last night, but the night before that I went to Minado’s All You Can Eat Japanese Buffet. It’s a real restaurant, Rob and I go there to ruin ourselves with massive amounts of sushi and red bean ice cream. In my dream, I took my parents there for lunch but they didn’t have the familiar spread of foods. Instead they had the ugliest looking jellyfish and other deep sea creatures. I was so angry and called for the manager who just laughed in my face. I think the dream stemmed from watching Animal Planet before going to sleep.

I could very easily crawl right back into bed and go to sleep for an extra couple of hours. I think my drowziness is due to sleeping in on the weekends. If I could just continue waking up early, I might be able to wake up feeling refreshed rather than half baked.

Rob and I have been talking about possible vacation destinations. Nothing fancy. Virginia Beach, Toronto, Boston, Cape May… No decision has been made. I stick by my desire to sit on a chair and look over the ocean for a few days. I say that now but I am pretty sure after a 1/2 hour I’d get rammy.

I went to my Aunt and Uncle’s 50 year wedding anniversary over the weekend. I asked my uncle his secret for a long and happy marriage. He said the secret was in two words, Yes Dear. Isn’t that cute? Yesterday I was talking to my neighbor Trey and he said he and Adele have been married 52 years. I asked his secret and his reply was, “Say ‘I am sorry’ and ‘I love you’ and boy, you can get away with a lot!”

Ever since Lisa moved away, I’ve had so many people come up to me and ask if I would be able to swing the Donnavilla by myself. I always say, “I am not worried about that– I am perfectly fine.” But I wonder what they are really after? It just seems like such an unacceptable question. I mean, they wouldn’t volunteer to assist if I said I needed help. The question seems charged with Schadenfreude. Of course, maybe that’s my own paranoiac nature rearing it’s ugly head. Perhaps they are just making conversation. Yeah, that’s all it is.

Flight of the Conchords French New Wave

Posted Aug 06, 2007

Awesome music video from Flight of the Conchords

I asked for vacation time the first week of September. No idea what to do or where to go.

Everyday this week I have awoke thinking, “Another day? Already?” I feel like I’m in the Bill Murray movie with the groundhog except everyday is different. Slightly.

The weekend can’t come soon enough. Must close some sales before that though. I gotta get out of this funk.

Driving home yesterday I tuned in to the XM station, Oprah and Friends. A woman was on, I think her name is Maryanne Richardson, not sure and I am too tired to check. A caller asked her how to find a spiritual teacher to help her feel more connected to God. Maryanne said that she didn’t need a teacher, she needed to reexamine her life and determine where she wasn’t living up to her full potential. Who hasn’t she forgiven? Who doesn’t she love completely? In what activities is she not doing her best? Once she can improve in these areas, she will find that she is no longer spiritually adrift and she will become closer to God.

I’ve been thinking, how can I apply this advice to my life? It’s been YEARS and I am still angry at Peter Tork over that silly incident at the Tin Angel. I still haven’t forgiven NBC for canceling Misfits of Science back in 1985. It is time to forgive.

I got home earlier than usual. The traffic wasn’t so bad coming home from my last appointment. Once home, I plopped into bed and putzed on the Internet. Around 7 I decided my lethargy was due to not having eaten dinner so I grabbed a couple handfuls of lime flavored tortilla chips and I whipped up that easy breakfast recipe I found the other week. This time I cut up bananas into it and once it was done, I served it with syrup. Yeah, it was too sweet and too heavy. I ate half of it. I’ll save the rest for breakfast tomorrow.

I gotta get some stuff accomplished like going through the mail, finishing my expense reports and writing some proposals that I should have finished today but had no time. Of course, I am not doing any of it. I’m watching Flight of the Conchord episodes and giggling like I was 15 years old and watching Davy, Micky, Mike and Poophead romp around. MUST EXTRACT MYSELF!

SimoneS KICKS ASS!!!! She provided me with the link to satisfy my Flight of the Conchords needs!

I watched the first episode and about 3 minutes into it I realized the show is an updated version of the Monkees! No wonder I love it!

Thank you, Simone!