A day older

My mom and I celebrated our birthdays on Saturday at La Bodega. After a Caipirinha, Smoked Salmon wrapped Asparagus and Chorizo stuffed Dates wrapped in Bacon, I looked like this...


I finished the night with a raspberry sauce stuffed Churro and a Bourbon Press. Salut!

Today, on my birthday, I bought some cute boots, replaced my tape of Jane's Addiction's Nothings Shocking with a CD and bought Mr. Deeds cuz it was cheap. Oh, and I had pancakes for dinner. Happy Birthday to me!!

Important Information

Professional wrestlers shave their armpits.

I'll admit it. I have been watching professional wrestling off and on since the 1980s heyday. It's not something I'm particularly proud of, but not something I hold secret. The characters that these behemoths create crack me up--for the most part and I like the history of wrestling. Plus, I think it's kind of neat that there is somewhat of a legacy of professional wrestling spectators in my family (Paternal Grandfather, Father, me). I was watching an episode of wrestling the other day and came to the realization that the wrestlers shave their pits. The entire show I was obsessed with getting a peek at each wrestler's bare armpit. It was sort of disturbing. Yeah, I'm odd. Peace!

Koko B. Ware Rulez!

the aquatic tiger video

Today is newg's birthday! She sent me a sweet video she took of this tiger jumping into water that I wanted to post today in honor of her and share with you. Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out how to load it from her email to my files. Luckily, I found this video of the tiger bath taken by my husband, her brother. We were at the Denver aquarium in May of 2008 and for some reason the aquarium included a tiger. Well, once it took a dip, I guess it really wasn't such a strange idea after all. Too bad I can't figure out how to load newg's video, she captured some underwater(!) aquatic tiger footage. Happy Birthday to newg! I see your reflection :)

my post-dive wet tiger pic

Salvador Dali Sunday

See-thru veil

I don't believe in fate

Not really

I'm just here to wait

Not really

Don't know what I'm gonna do

Tired of what I'm goin thru

Need an epiphany

And some follow thru

Why O Why O Why

Can't I see thru this veil?

I want a see-thru veil.

Shells and bones and tea leaves

Are not helping me

For, to the future I see

Is nothing

I'm just a fool

Looking for a see-thru veil

I'm just a fool

Looking for a see-thru veil

This sixties style song about the future came to me this morning driving back home from the west bottoms in the misty fog. It sounds a little Nico, I thinko. It's weird how one's bummer moment can hit at an inappropriate time. For example, during a world tragedy like the earthquake in Haiti. Kinda makes one (ahem, me) feel like an asshole for throwing a pity party. Oh well. If it's any consolation, the death and destruction in Haiti made me feel worse.

Moving on...I'm feeling lighter today and I hope that I continue to feel lighter and lighter until I float a few inches from the earth. That would be bad ass.

Sending many energetic prayer vibes to Haiti,

A

the mean time

Ugh. I'm sick of being unemployed. I guess I should be happy that I will be temporarily employed starting tomorrow, but I'm only so-so. I am glad to have some income since I didn't get reinstated for emergency unemployment compensation. Apparently, I have some benefits from another state, so I have to claim there and see what they say. If they won't have me, then I have to appeal to the state from which I was previously receiving benefits. Not counting temporary employment, I have now been unemployed for a little over eight months. I know others have it worse than I, but I'm not living in their life. I'm in mine. I am so whiney nowadays. It makes me ill. I feel like I did when I was in the beginning of my adulthood, when I was chronically unemployed and lost. I'm lost! At least I don't feel as lost as I did last month, so that's good. I do know that this will pass, however, it sucks in the meantime.

Apologies for the pity party....

snow sculpture

began as a crappy snow sculpture by me

made beautiful by the wind and snow

The snow birds

How'd I get so lucky to have

Blue Jays, Cardinals and Downy Woodpeckers

in my yard?

Oh, that's right, I fed them

Today there's nothing like snow birds

Their colors so profound in the blank scape

How'd I get so lucky?

How'd I get so lucky?

How'd I get so lucky?

That's right, I fed them

The snow birds

I watched a POV on Patti Smith and cried really hard. If I saw her on the street I would cry and say, "Oh, Patti!" I'd say, "How do poets live in this world?" You just live, I guess. Try to live without fear. Things seemed so simple back then. It never really was and it never really will be, but how do you gain the courage to be a shooting star? How can you fully be yourself? You seem to know, Patti. Why can't we just live on? We can with words.

How'd I get so lucky?

I fed myself.

Roll Over Beethoven

2010

Happy New Year