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Chillin' and grinnin' - 2008-08-27
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12:45 a.m. - 2004-08-01
Never thought you could go wrong with a white t-shirt and a pair of Levis. Apparently you can. Tonight I got the official word. Loud and clear. Okay, so it’s a really tight white t-shirt. A really tight t-shirt. Laura made a joke of it this afternoon. I laughed with her, we bust on each other occasionally. Oh gosh, no pun intended. However, Laura’s joke was only the first banderillero. Damn! I’d forgotten how mean some women are. Ever vigilant, the Outfit Officers were on patrol tonight. I know I’m guilty of being openly critical when faced with a fashion disaster. But I try and hold myself to a delicate shudder of horror. I don’t stress much about the bimbo factor, unless the bimbo in question is a badly dressed bimbo, of course. The looks I got tonight were downright poison tipped daggers of disapproval. Paint a Scarlet ‘B’ on me and be done with it already. When I was younger this kind of thing upset me. Tonight I am unrepentant and amused. Sorry, Ladies. I just spent the last 8 years wearing a burqua of blubber. I need to slut around for a while. Take advantage of the last waning moments of possible babehood and get it out of my system. It’s now or never. I’m having fun. Shoot me. Not all was unpleasant. Ran into several people I hadn’t seen for a while. It was nice to talk with folks. I’m out of practice though and find myself running on like I do here. I have to remind myself to shut up. I expect I’ll be done with this backlog of words eventually. I’m feeling better and am getting some strength back, thank goodness. Hence I could go to Laura’s this afternoon and go to the show tonight. 2 activities in one day? Whoo hoo. It’s wonderful to be among the living again. Took the baby to see Thunderbirds. I liked it. Quite a bit. Especially compared to some of the execrable kids movies we’ve seen the last couple years. I loved the original Thunderbirds and went into the movie with a kindly nostalgic glow. It didn’t disappoint. It was fun. Not the usual nauseating amount of product placement either. We saw Garfield and I felt assaulted by the endless pitching. No scene had less than 3 junk food products on display. Every character had lines like, “What were you expecting? Doritos and Sprite?” Urgh. Serious yuck. At least the pitches in tonight’s flick were aimed at adults. Thunderbirds pimped Ford cars and Ben & Jerry’s. Like Ford would pass up the chance to tie in their own Thunderbirds? I don’t know what Ben & Jerry’s excuse is. Tell you what though, I’m jonesing for Cherry Garcia big time. Brought some peppers over to Laura’s to share with her and Lisa. A baggie’s worth of jalapenos and a chili each. I warned them that in a couple weeks I was going to be a Crazy Tomato Lady. Wouldn’t you know it? I finally start rebuilding my social life and I’m going to blow it to smithereens by foisting tomatoes on anyone who stands still long enough. Perhaps before I take on grape jelly I should learn how to put up pasta sauce. I would hate to put my friends in the position of accepting my produce like they would if the cat presented them with a dead critter. You know, wanting to go, “Oh gross!”, but not wanting to hurt the cat’s feelings? So you say thanks and chuck it as soon as the cat’s not looking? Yeah, I would hate pity produce. I haven’t tried to drive yet. Not ready. The bod is still too unreliable. I’m not getting any lead time and go from functional to fubar in a heartbeat. Not that I have much access to my truck, Alex has become a driving fool. I know he won’t get any better without practice, but damn he’s heedless. It’s inexperience and I hate to think about how bad a ‘learning experience’ can be. I let him take the Bronco and chew the inside of my lip the whole time he’s out. It’s a bitter comfort to know millions of other parents have gone through this too. I am grateful he’s older. When he was 16 he was a total doofus. Always with his head in the clouds. He’s gotten that much from college anyhow. A year of being responsible for himself has pulled him back to Earth a little. Not enough for me to be okay when he’s driving though. Wow. Just looked at the clock. I’ve been awake for 18 hours! I am getting better!!!! YAY! ~LA
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