10 things to be happy about

Time for some positive vibes up in this bitch...

1. Recipes
Sure I'm flat broke but I'm making these freakin' recipes. One for some kind of insane jalapeno popper DIP (liquid poppers?! yes please.) and oatmeal served in a pumpkin!! I like food that's served in another food.

2. Bread
I'm not allowed to have bread. It's carby and delicious and I can't stop eating it. But today, I ate warm-from-the-oven, fresh, handmade bread that TMS made and I don't feel bad at all. Fuck you carbs! I'm eating pure home made love...

3. Chipotle
See my previous post about this one. The Chipotle Post

4. http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/
Hot damn, that girl is F-U-N-N-Y. So funny, she makes me spell. I sit there and giggle to myself and when The Mad Scientist asks me what's so damn funny, I read out loud about raping Orks and show him the stick drawings while I laugh so hard I actually drool on myself.

5.The Compliment
TMS told me that I'm beautiful when I smile and I should smile more. Perhaps I should.

6. Arts and Crafts
Yes, I am making a holiday wreath out of toilet paper rolls and spray paint! Thanks for noticing! ...it is beautiful, isn't it?

7. My best friends
I didn't have real friends as a non-child until I was 21. I was pretty much friendless from 13 on. That's a long time when you're a kid. That's why I have so much love and appreciation for my friends now. They have done things for me that no one else has ever done. They constantly go above and beyond the call and for that, I love them always.

8.Reading Time
Now that I find myself unemployed, I have a lot of time on my hands. Regardless, I am grateful for my extra reading time. You know how you always say to yourself, "If I had more time, there are so many things I want to read..." Well sometimes that comes true in the worst way. But that doesn't make the reading any worse. "Something Wicked This Way Comes" is so wonderful to read with the weather turning cold and the leaves changing.

9.Ice Cream
I find it a bit disturbing that 3 out of the 10 things are food. No wonder I feel like a load. But I digress. Gelato, frozen yogurt, it's all ice cream to me. It's cold, sugary and on a cone and I don't give a good damn if it's 12 degrees out. Gimme!

10. Sex
It's biological... it just makes you feel good. As long as it's not the  dreaded 'bad sex', which is pretty rare as long as you're careful, you can't help but feel better about things.


So fuck you negitivity. Happy. Take that.

Out on a limb, on fire, over a shark pool

I am not a child.

I'm not sure if I've divulged my age... I don't intend to but if you have figured it out, you know I'm old enough to drink, rent a car, do almost all things except maybe apply for my AARP card.

I have been taking care of myself for many years and now I find myself in a unique and upsetting situation. I'm selling my home. I've run out of viable options, my liquid funds are depleted and I will not borrow from friends or family. It's time to cut my loses. I've started packing up my belongings, selling most of it, donating some. My entire life will be in storage in 30 days.

I've been taking care of myself for a while and now I'm without a home and faced with daunting options... move in with my friends, my boyfriend, or my parents. I've regressed quite a bit and I don't like it.

It's hard to get up some mornings. It's even harder to fall asleep. I cry so easily and my sense of humor has gone down the tubes. I'm not fun to be with anymore.

I had this wonderful life, independent and free. I did as I wanted, shared my happiness with the world. Was my hubris at fault? Was I just too happy that the gods had to reign down over me? My world is crumbling ruins and the rest of the world laughs and moves on without me.

This must bring something better. This must be a trial before something greater and more interesting. So I'll sleep at Nico's villa for a few nights. Then a few nights with the Mad Scientist. Then maybe a few with my parents. But sooner or later, something wonderful is going to happen.

It has to.

70 years

Today, Paris fell.

Well, 70 years ago today. But think of it…

The Germans marched into the city. Can you imagine what that would be like? You are sitting there, having a cup of coffee in your kitchen, reading a book and you look up to see armed men in jeeps coming down the street. Sure, you had heard the fighting was close and people were nervous but here they are, in the flesh, in your hometown. Some people cheered, other cried, many fled.

German tanks rumbled past the Arc de Triumph. Shops are closed, preparing for the worst. Some windows are boarded up along the streets. Some attempted to continue to fight but yesterday an agreement was reached between Petain and the Germans to cease hostilities. Petain thought he was saving his people from more violence but he will be later tried for treason due to his ‘cavorting’ with the enemy. (Although sentenced to death, De Gaulle commuted his sentence to life in prison, which is where the WW1 hero would die.) Others who ‘cavorted’ with the Germans had to pay the price in the end too. Girls who had Nazi ‘boyfriends’ had their heads shaved and were paraded into the streets. Businesses who worked with the Germans had their windows broken and were looted. But this won’t happen for another 5 years or so.

By now, the Louvre has been closed, the art all packed up and shipped to different corners of the country, even the world, for safe keeping. “Winged Victory” pulled from the top of the staircase she presided over and sent away. The Mona Lisa was sent by ambulance to its new hiding place in the countryside. All that is left is empty frames leaning up against the bare walls.

In a few weeks the Battle of Britain begins. St. Paul’s Cathedral will be a hair’s breath away from burning down into a pile of rubble. Thousands of citizens will die by bombing/fire, traffic and household accidents from the blackout and the nations failing health from years of stress and rations.

America won’t enter the war for another year and a half.

Makes me thankful for my warm lunch sitting in front of me (ironically a bento of Japanese rice, pickles and chicken kabobs with green tea). Thankful for a good nights sleep. To live without the fear of my family being killed in a bombing during the night or living in an occupied nation. I don’t have to worry about my next meal. It’s also a reminder that life it too short.

It’s time to do something about that.

MM&MC forever

I'm in love with this.

I don't know why. I love every single second of this photo. Every detail is perfect.

The perfect moment.

Daydream believer

I catch myself daydreaming more and more lately.

I think I need a vacation.

Time for a change kiddies. Much like the shell shocked British circa 1944, I'm doing the Holiday at Home.

Nothing but cocktails and roses come Friday. Because if I don't, I may collapse in on myself like a dying star.

Keep calm and carry on!