thoughts: February 2006 Archives

dear evolution,

i love cats.  i love having cats as pets.  i love that they snuggle with you when you don't feel well as they are inclined to do right now, since, well, i don't feel well.

i think you, evolution, have done an excellent job with the design of a cat.  that whole landing on the feet thing is brilliant and great fun for all.  the soft fur, the purring that lowers your blood pressure.  and best yet, the ears that turn inside out on an occasion and have the ear hair sticking straight up.  so endearing and funny.

but evolution, i have one minor problem.  you left out the opposable thumbs.  you see, what good are cats to me if they can't go and get me a coke.  i ask each and every one of them to go and get a coke and they just stare at me, stare at their paws.  ahhh the opposable thumb.

i know this was so humans could be on top and all, but i would be willing to sacrifice some of the power for a cat that can get me a coke.

the following list was compiled in my head when it occurred to me the number of words that i love to hear in conversation:

superfluous

meticulous

papoose

luscious

simultaneous

assonance

perpendicular

slippery

preppy

palpitate

plump

gaga

chi-chi (pronounced she-she)

slippery

frequented

now, the real trick is to put them all in the same paragraph...

the couch situation was solved today.  we found a red leather couch that fixes the living room nicely.

after a busy weekend of meetings from friday afternoon until saturday afternoon, i am surprisingly relaxed and ready for the week.  who knows what lies ahead for me.

it has been a peaceful weekend and even though i worked through most of it, i have been able to think through some things and plan out part of the summer.  i just need to find a house sitter for a month or so.

now, if the boys could get together and work on the big project they want to start... things could be looking really up.

i woke up to a bed filled with rose petals.  i don't know what to be more amazed about, that thomas is that romantic, or that i am so dead to the world that he can literaly throw things at me and i don't wake up.

the cats like roses too.  they like to eat them.  so valentine's is a win win for everyone in our household.  i get fresh petals for a bath, they get entertainment.  better than a video game.

so this evening, t took me for a romantic sushi dinner at our neighborhood sushi restaurant.  if you ever need to move, and you need your new town to have great sushi, lex is the place for you.  thank you toyota, not for the jobs you brought to so many people, but the fabulous need for good quality sushi.

so as i got the octopus in my mouth and felt the wasabi go straight to my nose, i looked into the eyes of my husband and knew that i was looking at my valentine.  and i loved it.

dear jeans,

we have been together for over a year now.  i spent a great deal of my time looking for you.  having had many relationships with other pairs of jeans, i had a long list of qualities needed to have a fulfilling relationship with a new pair of jeans.  you were that pair.

we spent a great deal of time together.  to the point that in the morning, you were the first thing i thought of.  getting to put you on as you hugged my curves and made me feel comfortable and sexy all at the same time.  i washed you sparingly and felt pains of separation anxiety when we couldn't be together.  our bond went beyond the casual jean relationships i have had in the past.  i took you to paris with me in the summer so we could walk the length of the seine, and sight see, drink coffee, and share in romantic moments.

and then you betrayed me.  after i had given so much of my time and love to you.  you ripped.  i know it is what all the cool and chic jeans are doing nowadays.  that it is hip and modern to rip and show off your attitude in such a way.  but i thought we had an agreement.  i thought it was just the two of us.  and then you decided for the both of us that a rip in our relationship was ok.  a rip that no mere patch can fix or hide.

maybe this was an act of betrayal.  maybe you are trying to push me away and force me to give you up, so that you can love and be loved by another.  but the pain and the hurt is there.  i don't know if i can trust you as i did once before.  will we have the love we once had?  will we ever be able to recover from your hurtful act?

i want to learn to love you as you are now, changed, different.  but i do not know if i can be as cool as you are.  i just may not be the modern girl that you want.

sincerely,
jeorg

the eyes are the window to the soul.  why do i want to see into someone else's soul?  isn't that messy?  i mean seriously. better yet,  the window is the window to voyeurism.    who doesn't look into windows when they have an opportunity.  i'm always looking for a great paint color, and wondering what kind of furniture people have.

life is like a bowl of cherries.  cherries?  i have a problem with this.  i need to know what kind of cherries i am dealing with here.  preferably bing.  with stems.  it isn't fun to eat cherries unless they are on a stem and you are outside and can freely spit the seeds into the street.

you can't judge a book by it's cover.  yeah.  whatever.  yes you can.  and everyone does, and they even take it a step further and judge it by the paper quality, the font used, the smell of the ink and whether or not there are pictures.  put the book back if it does not meet standards.

just because there's snow on the roof don't mean there's no fire in the furnace.  true.  and it also means you have excellent insulation and a low gas bill.  good for you.  or that you keep the thermostat strictly on 55.  burr.