Time for a New Pen!

My Dad's Imperfect Timing

Once upon a time, while visiting my parents' house and watching Family Feud...

There are perks to being a girl.

I have mad art skills.

Waiting for "The Signal"

Yeah, I've been AWOL for a bit. Lots of stuff happening in the way of man-cow patties (BS). I've been distracting myself with reality t.v. late at night when I can't sleep. I've actually gotten into The Voice, and have been staring at Blake Shelton each episode wondering why he looks so familiar... I finally realize where I've seen him:

 


I keep waiting for him to give The Signal now. *titter*

Humuhumunukunukuapua'a

I don't travel well, I know that, and good heavens I'll have to take my babies with me because I miss them when I go to the grocery store. BUT I WANT TO GO TO HAWAII SOOOOO BAAAAADLY. I love the culture. I love the music. I love the tattoos and swaying hips and booming drums. This is #1 on my bucket list. I have to go to Hawaii. I need to save up some money and get there. Yesterday! It's time!

Honestly, I don't even know what I'd do when I get there. I would definitely attend a luau. And probably take a hula lesson. I'm not a surfer. I'm not a sun-bather. I don't actually like tours all that much. I kind of just want to walk on the beach and breath in the air. Let my hair down and let it get all curly and beachy and put flowers in it. As Liz Lemon says, "I want to go to there."

I'm not a traveler, but I'm about to be. It's time to start practicing. Even if it's just an overnight somewhere in Toronto. I have to get to the point where I can make Hawaii happen for me. Well before it falls into the ocean.

It's Not You, It's Me. No, It's You, Too.

I'm kind of sad. I think I'm going through a break-up. Not with my husband - we're pretty great, actually. But with a friend who I thought I was close to and it turns out I've been kidding myself.

It's a weird situation (to me, anyway). We get along well, still talk to each other, but I don't really want to see her and she apparently doesn't want to keep me in the loop (I've been moved to the limited profile on FB). Our letters are more like tweets: short, one-liners that get to the gist. I only ask how she's doing to be polite. She does the same.

My problem is letting her go. I don't really want to, because there's a history there and it just feels wrong, but I'm happier when we aren't talking and I can tell myself that things are just like they were long ago. I also feel a twinge of jealousy when I can see she's close to someone else. See? It makes no sense. I don't need her around, I don't miss her, and I feel like a liar when I talk to her like nothing is wrong, but I just can't sever the tie.

I'm really confused, and that disturbs me. Relationships really mess with your head. Even platonic ones.

Don't read this

Each night, I'm bombarded with shop talk when my husband gets home. I decided that if I have to suffer through it, I am going to share. Keep in mind, this is just a taste. It goes on for hours. And then I get to hear it all again when he gets together with friends and family.

Dear hubby: I am here for you and happy to be a sounding board. But I need to be able to laugh about it or you're going to make my hair fall out. xoxo