I just received a notification on my phone that tomorrow is book club. The pleasant, game-show like sound indicated that in 24 hours I will be meeting with my wonderful friends to ostensibly talk about the book we read. (Like that will happen!) The weird thing is our book clubs are held on Thursdays - for no other reason than that's when the first one was held - and there is no way tomorrow can be Thursday.
I can honestly say that I lost a day this week. Though I have a slight buzz on from what I consider some delicious $6.99 rose picked up this morning from Trader Joe's, it's not like a day went missing due to some Days of Wine and Roses stupor. Instead, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday all joined hands in some peaceful ring-around-the-rosy.
So, since I have to make up for the lost time -- combined with the aforementioned slight buzz -- I am just going to list some random thoughts that I've been having:
1. I love my dogs Puppy and Daisy. Like truly and deeply. Poor Hershey (may he rest in peace in a blue velvet box in a cabinet in our house where I keep the dog treats) got shortchanged on the depth of my love. The reason? He was alive when my kids were little, so my human babies got the majority of my maternal love. But Daisy and Puppy? They came into my life during a time when one kid flew the coop and the other is perched off the nest. They're my fur babies*.
2. I really, really like this new pope. I wish he would hug me.
3. Anything that should be spelled with a "c" but is intentionally spelled with a "k" is skary, not in boo skary but in racial-purity skary.
4. *The term "fur babies" is just creepy. Sorry. I really love my dogs -- see point 1 - but that shit should be banned.
5. It fascinates me that people actually read this blog. It's not because I don't have faith in my writing. I do. (Maybe the key to good self esteem is having a really effed-up childhood?) It's more that I still haven't wrapped my head around the idea of a fax machine, let alone the internet. (Thank you, Al Gore! Now that's some good self esteem - claiming you invented the internet!)
6. One of the sexiest kisses occurs in the movie The Illusionist between Edward Norton and Jessica Biel. That was no hot flash I was having watching that scene last night! Anyway, watch the movie, but much more importantly read the shorty story it's based on, because it's everything a short story should be: Steven Millhauser's "Eisenheim the Illusionist."
7. Six is my unlucky number, so I am only coming up with a seventh thing on my list for that reason. Let's see... hmm? Sometimes life gives you wine that's out of stock (Cote de Provence) so you have to buy what the guy at TJ's says is their second most popular rose (La Ferme Julien), which begs the question is Cote de Provence the Wally Pipp to La Ferme Julien's Lou Gehrig?
And speaking of famous Yankees - I am dedicating this blog post to the great Yankee Yogi Berra who taught us, among many other things, that even if you lost a day here and there, it's okay because "it ain't over, till it's over." Goodnight. xo
I can honestly say that I lost a day this week. Though I have a slight buzz on from what I consider some delicious $6.99 rose picked up this morning from Trader Joe's, it's not like a day went missing due to some Days of Wine and Roses stupor. Instead, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday all joined hands in some peaceful ring-around-the-rosy.
So, since I have to make up for the lost time -- combined with the aforementioned slight buzz -- I am just going to list some random thoughts that I've been having:
1. I love my dogs Puppy and Daisy. Like truly and deeply. Poor Hershey (may he rest in peace in a blue velvet box in a cabinet in our house where I keep the dog treats) got shortchanged on the depth of my love. The reason? He was alive when my kids were little, so my human babies got the majority of my maternal love. But Daisy and Puppy? They came into my life during a time when one kid flew the coop and the other is perched off the nest. They're my fur babies*.
2. I really, really like this new pope. I wish he would hug me.
3. Anything that should be spelled with a "c" but is intentionally spelled with a "k" is skary, not in boo skary but in racial-purity skary.
4. *The term "fur babies" is just creepy. Sorry. I really love my dogs -- see point 1 - but that shit should be banned.
5. It fascinates me that people actually read this blog. It's not because I don't have faith in my writing. I do. (Maybe the key to good self esteem is having a really effed-up childhood?) It's more that I still haven't wrapped my head around the idea of a fax machine, let alone the internet. (Thank you, Al Gore! Now that's some good self esteem - claiming you invented the internet!)
6. One of the sexiest kisses occurs in the movie The Illusionist between Edward Norton and Jessica Biel. That was no hot flash I was having watching that scene last night! Anyway, watch the movie, but much more importantly read the shorty story it's based on, because it's everything a short story should be: Steven Millhauser's "Eisenheim the Illusionist."
7. Six is my unlucky number, so I am only coming up with a seventh thing on my list for that reason. Let's see... hmm? Sometimes life gives you wine that's out of stock (Cote de Provence) so you have to buy what the guy at TJ's says is their second most popular rose (La Ferme Julien), which begs the question is Cote de Provence the Wally Pipp to La Ferme Julien's Lou Gehrig?
And speaking of famous Yankees - I am dedicating this blog post to the great Yankee Yogi Berra who taught us, among many other things, that even if you lost a day here and there, it's okay because "it ain't over, till it's over." Goodnight. xo
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