thoughts: October 2005 Archives
my feet are ice cold
even socks don't heat them up
ice princess, that's me
how many times do i have to see dirty dancing before i realize it is melting my brain?
how many times do i have to watch the wedding planner before i realize that the dialogue is not witty?
how many times do i have to watch seinfeld episodes with a husband who has the dialogue memorized?
i have such a weakness for certain things. bad dialogue, corny scenes, and a husband who says the dialogue before the characters do.
so, we had a very exciting weekend. friday night, thomas and i went to dinner and relaxed at home. then saturday, we ran a couple of errands and went to a lovely cuban restaurant with three other couples.
the cuban restaurant took four hours for sandwhiches. they are on their own time, but needless to say, we closed the place down. then we went back to one of the homes, the boys played risk and the girls played apples to apples. i love this game. must have it.
on sunday, we relaxed. all day, and now i have brand new highlights in my hair. and tomorrow, i think i may actually quilt a little.
today i was in the zone. not the kind where you experience this surge of assuredness where you accomplish everything your fingers touch. no. i was in the other one. the abyss of the mind. zoned out, if you will.
i don't mind this all too often. it happens to let the mind rest and sort and piece things together. afterall, the mind needs to relax and sleep just creates dreams. but today, i wanted to accomplish so much.
and as i would work on my quilt blocks, my mind would go blank. erased. empty. clean. and time would stand still. and when i would come to again. i had accomplished nothing. but rest for my mind. everyone has to turn into a pumpkin sometime.
always be mischevious when picking apples. it's biblical that way.
don't nap in the afternoon if you have an appointment. you are sure to oversleep.
always offer trick or treaters candy at halloween. it's the right thing to do. no toothpaste.
drink espresso when grading. you are always far more generous when you are shaking from a caffeine high.
it may be because i am female, it may be because i am hormonal, it may be because i am tired, it may be because i am unhappy, it may be because, hell, its because i am hormonal that i tear up at a moments notice.
i swear i hate pms. ten years ago this wouldn't happen. the most i suffered was cramps, and i am not underestimating the quality of my cramps. if i cried, it was because of the pain. but now, i tear up at the sweetest, or the saddest, or the most awkward. damn. i see a baby. i cry. i see an old man. i cry. you name it, i cry. i'm crying just thinking about this.
stupid stupid stupid. as a friend said to me today, pms is not designed well. someone needs to rething the whole thing.
