Insomnia + Insanity = Bangs

Someone (ok. Homeeckwreck) apparently had nothing more productive to do in the sleepless hours. . .So she gave herself bangs. That's right. Bangs. Homemade bangs.

Jessica is going to practically kill me.

A year's worth of headbands and bobby pins will ensue. . .

Yet, I feel very coy and cute with a bit of hair in my eyes.

I haven't had bangs since 8th grade. That's when it was cool to make your bangs 12 inches tall and plastered stiff with "Rave" hairspray. Mine would never conform so I started growing them out then.

One would have thought I would have remembered this ever important lesson. Yeah. Not. So. Much.

My bangs look sooooo cute! LOL.

Pfft. . .

Dance? Bring the love. Love every moment.

Learning from Loss

Earlier this week my manager and I were discussing another employee and the manager said "I don't think he knows what he wants to be when he grows up yet."

Pfft. Me either I thought. I felt a little embarrassed to think such a thought. Oy, after all my education and support and student loans, I'm still not sure?

Is that possible? Is that permissible?

Last night as I attempted to sleep, I experienced one of my few lifetime moments of true self actualization or quiet clarity or whatever a shrink/cleric would call it:

My Father validated and encouraged everything I ever wanted, did, or could dare dream - in the most enthusiastic way humanly possible.

And I responded, reciprocated, and rallied.

We were a "built for comfort not for speed" (as he liked to say), salt of the earth, try like hell, work harder, lovin' life, work in progress, story tellin' duo, pieces of work.

And now that he's gone. . .Often it feels as if half the piece is missing. . .Lonely.

Who am I?

I guess part of the beauty of remembering and honoring him is I can be "anything I want to be."

I can do it too. This piece of work will rally. Little Miss Magic will figure out what she's gonna' be. . .

Or she'll just be. And maybe that's okay too. . .

Thanks Pops! 12/19/09

Back to This

More torture for C hanging my random junk on the walls. As I've mentioned before, I don't exactly subscribe to the idea of mapping out the entire arrangement of things first.

Back to work tomorrow. Still have a few things to cross off the to do list first. Including getting this wall in better order!

Please Get Our Recycle Soon!

The trash and recycle situation is getting a little dicey downtown. Hope to have service later this week.

Test.  Thx for being patient while I figure out the new technology.

Multimedia message

Test?

Happy Valentine's Day!

Made C a "love bug"

For once had a good gift idea for him and couldn't get to a store to purchase it with the weather. So instead, he gets a preschool-ish valentine.

I've never seen one of these before. And he does love bugs.

All good!

Oy

Friend of neighbor just informed me she's throwing her cigarettes into the snow in our yard "because there's no where else to throw them."

How bout you find yourself an empty can you drunk b#$%^&.

I told her I understood and wouldn't mind cleaning it up come spring.

She thanked me. Her name is Jen.

Pound sand JEN!!!!!!!!!

That keg has to be Molson Ice. How else can we account for this?

Oh yeah. . .I'm old and cranky and NOT drunk. . .