UBerlin

Now here's something I can get behind this Friday . . .

R.E.M.'s UBerlin video on youtube. Can't get enough.

In my head I walk down the street like that.

Don't Care

I care about one thing about this whole event . . .

The Dress.

If I were her, I would wear something not white, thereby changing forever the bride and white thing. Don't you think? If she were to wear, say, celadon, the entire bridal fashion industry would change forever.

Other than that, don't care. And I lived there. But if you do care, and you can't get enough. Go over to kappaprep.com. She cares deeply.

It Might Be Time

. . . for some professional dermatological intervention.

Although I don't live in Texas, most of my friends here are from Texas. You can say what you want about them being high maintenance, but they are certainly very friendly and I love them. However, they are high maintenance.

I will not leave the house without makeup or heels (unless I am running, then makeup, no heels), but that's about where it ends. Several of my friends have been getting botox since they were 30. One of my friends, the one I love the best, just recently pointed out to me that she had gotten botox and that I should try it WHILE SHE WAS STARING AT MY FOREHEAD.

Do you know why I have wrinkles on my forehead? Because its very large and I am frequently confused. I've had lines on my forehead forever. And do you know why I have laugh lines? Because I crack myself up and I never have my sunglasses when I need them.

My wrinkles just don't bother me. I put a little lotion on them to keep them from getting, you know, deeper, but I have never thought that I need to do something to erase them. Until today.

Today my paralegal was talking to me about how dry it is here and how it effects her skin. It gives her lines, she says, like mine. Sigh. I'm guessing the great big zit on my forehead isn't fooling anybody that I am a teenager. Skin. It's a stupid organ. I do have parts of my body that I like. I'm not trying to be all negative. My skin has just never been my favorite part.

Exhausted and Scared

In the last three weeks there have been two violent crimes in our neighborhood. In the past, there was a crime right across the street.

It's not fair for me to want a dog. My husband is allergic to dogs. He claims that he is even allergic to the hypoallergenic ones.

But it's also not fair for him to state no dogs, and then to travel all the time.

We have an alarm, but God forbid it ever goes off, I'll just know someone is in my house. So I lay there until late into the night debating the possible danger in every single sound. A squirrel on the roof? Someone going through trash?

I've been pretty patient and supportive about all of this being on my own. But I'm about done. I don't want to put my husband in a position of having to put up with a dog if it makes him sick, but I'm tired of being scared. I love this house like crazy, but maybe we need to move. I need the sleep.

I'm Too Sexy For My Monday

Despite feeling hollow like the bunny yesterday (must be said in your head to the tune of Hungry Like the Wolf), I was having LOTS of interesting things happening on the outside.

First of all, my hairline was literally LITERALLY oozing from the second degree burn on my scalp from the weekend's color processing. (You should see my hair color though - so good!)

Next, my new black cigarette pants were getting stuck on my calves. It wasn't until I walked by a window outside later in the afternoon on a coffee run that I realized I had been walking around all day with my pants stuck half way up my legs.

My v-neck/old thin bra combination was making me look very booby, and not in a good way. My cardigan hung open to the side, only to emphasize that I was cold.

Finally, my statement necklace around which my whole outfit was based was itching my neck like crazy. I couldn't take it off because, when I did, it had left big red welts that weren't unlike the ringworm I got when I adopted that stray cat in university.

Very nice! Very nice!

Hollow Like the Bunny

My husband and I got in a disagreement on Saturday evening and haven't resume speaking yet. Accordingly, I am just scooped out. I got nothing.

How Lucky Lucky Can Be

In all honesty, I don't expect or want A THING for mother's day. Because do you know how lucky I am?

I had a mother who epitomized grace and who was my best friend. I have a husband who loves me unconditionally. I have a son who is healthy, smart and empathetic. I leave my job every day shaking my head that someone pays me to do what I love.

I do not take any of it for granted. Every day I am thankful. Every day I acknowledge how lucky I am. Despite the fact that my husband hates puppies and I can't have a dog, and that 10 year old children spoiled by one's ex-husband can be challenging, I still know how lucky I am.

Also, today, I took myself for pho and then went to the Safeway and got hot pink Peeps and Diet Dr. Pepper and I can think of two books I can't wait to download onto the Nook. Mmmmmm. Gluttony!