Thank you for the yummination...ok bad play on words, but who cares!?! This looks tasty.
Thank you for the yummination...ok bad play on words, but who cares!?! This looks tasty.
Essentially stories about nothing in particular, but still very funny when done right. Today, where I spend most of my days, we are celebrating birthdays, with the birthday individual's choice of sweet, usually some type of cake thing.
This is a monthly occurrence.
Oh what a classic. Lady's mom never really appreciated it I think b/c it never really went anywhere as it was a show about nothing; but I digress...oh wait that's kind of the point here isn't it? :D
Thank you Lady, GM & KGB.
I don't understand the obsession, but for some reason it just completely hits the spot. For today here is my nominated snack of choice.
Who wouldn't love something that treats you so well?
Originally, at the end of the Inferiority Complex, I wanted a picture of something from a particular scene, but I'll settle for this instead. Carrot I hope you enjoy....
So tonight I start a ballet class w/ Methodical Wormer. I am unbelievably excited. :D Being my first class in over a year and a half, another story for another time, I had forgotten what is expected at this level. I'm going through a mental checklist of stuff that I should bring...
I wish my legs looked that svelt ;)
Stylish Black Leotard Complements of Sew Hot - Check


My social insecurities strike again.
Who knew that IRL issues or those that your mind comes up with would follow you into the blogosphere? Emotional baggage is heavy ;D
I'm coming up on having been here for almost a year now, and oddly enough although things have changed I feel that I am still relatively in the same position. On the outside looking in....
(I know Koosabutt, "just jump right in the middle and make the biggest splash you can and who cares who you get soaking wet in the process, they'll love you for it later b/c they were looking miserably hot and bothered watching everyone else.
OK I'll stop now before this gets any weirder). But some how that doesn't quite describe it, although I have made friends most of them have kind of taken their own path,
not like behaving badly own path but just different directions that we were going before as in you go your way and I'll go mine. I try not to think too hard about this b/c I would regress into pity party table of one PDQ,
but every so often I find myself unwittingly sucked into this by small thoughts of when my friends tell me oh yeah I'm engaged or oh yeah so and so and I are dating. Doesn't mean we aren't friends anymore b/c that would be lame, but it does mean our relationship has changed.
Once again I get the back seat of the station wagon, you know what I'm talking about, the seat that is so ghetto that you are facing the rear and you get left watching everything that you've past and left behind instead of being able to see what's coming up the road. Just a sucker waiting to get smacked upside the head.
though on the outside people would ask what are you smoking? But that's what has enabled me to do some of the greater things I have and live through some very priceless experiences.

Over the past year there has been a lot that changed what I find remarkable is that looking at the situation it appears to be relatively the same. It kind of reminds me of this...
I don't think that I have found anyone else who truly gets me, they pretend to, and love me for my quirky charm &
bouts of humorous insanity,
but they all still try to impose themselves on my life and choice, which I guess is true of most anyone. I guess however that is what I meant when I said that I haven't found anyone who really gets me b/c for the person who gets me or at least what I am about, they would know what to say rather than telling me what they would choose to do....
It's that point where I have "thought my self into a corner" as a good friend of mine once put it. I've analyzed from many different angles and now I am almost afraid to make the move. When it comes down to it there is only one person who has to live with the decisions I make and that is me, everyone else can walk away, as much as they love me or claim to; their vested interest will never match that of my own or a very select handful of others.
(2) They're too busy with their own lives.

Excellent!!! ;)

Snooby Snacks, all homemade of course ;)


[They’re called sisters;)]
To my mom, sisters, and very dear friends:
You have helped define me as a woman.
I am who I am because of these good women I have associated with
—they are women who have encouraged me, who have loved me, who have believed in me.
included,
and loved.
