Monday, January 25, 2010
My Boss: Oh, wow! So, this fall?
My Boss: Bummer...congratulations, but bummer.
Me: My cats destroyed a bag of popcorn seeds this weekend. There was popcorn everywhere!
Jon: My God! Your cats need jobs! Clearly they're just bored, they really need to do something with their lives.
Me (singing): "Wilco, Wilco!"...those are the only words I know.
Jason: But this isn't that song.
Me: I'm sorry, do you want me to stop?
Jason: No, I just didn't want you to think you were singing along.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
This is Brody's new favorite place at home...in the very back of the closet, on the very tippy top of the perilous tower of boxes and bags. I'm not sure how he gets up there without everything crashing down on him. Note the glowing laser eyes at the top of the photo.
there he is!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
My friend Arianne claims that even bad pizza is good pizza. Musicals are not pizza. Bad musicals are just bad. And Brigadoon is among the worst I've seen.
Even if I could suspend my disbelief of the farcical accents, ridiculous plot line, mediocre choreography, and outrageous plaid tights, I don't think I could ever believe that Gene Kelly is the dashing hero he's supposed to be. Especially with those pantylines. It's so bad it's just bad.
The only slightly redeeming quality in this hot, steaming turd is Van Johnson as the surly, alcoholic, friend who accidentally shoots and kills one of the fantastical Brigadoonians. I can't imagine a better use of a fake bullet.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Progress Report: I have no trouble with the evening portion. In fact I rather enjoy it. At 9:30 I stop what I am doing and tidy up the house, get ready for bed, and I'm usually reading or knitting by 10, if not a little after. As long as I am physically in bed at 10, I can do whatever I want (within reason), and I find that after about 30 minutes I'm ready to hit the hay.
Morning is a different story. Monday and Tuesday were fine. Monday I woke up at 6 intending to go for a walk. It was raining. Instead of falling back into bed I did yoga...success! It was very nice. I felt rejuvenated and awake all day. But problems started Wednesday and on. I can't seem to stop hitting that damn snooze button. I even put my phone(back-up alarm) in the kitchen and still managed to completely ignore it. This morning my cats had even abandoned me. Usually as soon as the alarm goes off they are in my face...but today those little ingrates were nowhere to be found.
I'm a little perplexed. I am getting plenty of sleep.
7 to 8 hours. Perhaps I am one of those fabled people that needs 9 hours. I shall experiment, in the meantime, does anyone know how to disable a snooze button?
Phase II starts tomorrow wherein I tackle the dreaded weekend nap. Eeek!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Here's the link to her website. Take a gander, she's pretty cool.
Monday, January 4, 2010
2 : a means of judging or deciding
3 : a counterbalancing weight, force, or influence
4 : an oscillating wheel operating with a hairspring to regulate the movement of a timepiece
5 a : stability produced by even distribution of weight on each side of the vertical axis b : equipoise between contrasting, opposing, or interacting elements c : equality between the totals of the two sides of an account
6 a : an aesthetically pleasing integration of elements b : the juxtaposition in writing of syntactically parallel constructions containing similar or contrasting ideas
7 a : physical equilibrium b : the ability to retain one's balance
8 a : weight or force of one side in excess of another b : something left over c : an amount in excess especially on the credit
9 : mental and emotional steadiness
Paying particular attention to definitions 2, 5a, and 9; this word will be the driving force of my year. I find that while I am mostly happy in my everyday life, there is room to be happier. And the happiness that eludes me on those certain days seems to stem from being wildly out of balance. I either go full tilt or sleep the day away. I'm either a miser or a spendthrift. Desperately morose or obnoxiously cheerful. There is no middle ground. Moderation is not my middle name.
Well, hopefully all that will change. Taking a cue from my friend Autumn, I plan to focus on one area of my life every month. January being the month of routine, I mean to go to bed at roughly the same time every night, and wake up the same time each morning. It also means no more snooze button, and a moratorium on weekend naps. EEEK! Well, maybe not completely, I can nap on Saturday, but not Sunday...this is the year of balance after all.
I'm really looking forward to this, I'm ready for a challenge and a project. There will be false starts I will stumble many times, but this year isn't about being perfect. This year is about finding the in between; the balance between the best I have done in the past, and the best that I can do. The balance between the child that I sometimes am, and the adult I should probably start being.