auld lang syne

what everyone needs this new year's eve

I considered giving my two cent's worth on the NYE hub-bub but decided it wouldn't matter. I guess I have hit the point in life where standing around getting drunk and waiting for the anti-climax of midnight to strike...well, it just doesn't do it for me. I would prefer to spend the evening quietly with someone special. Aww fuck.

Just not up to yoga tonight--so think I'll sit in the tub and go to bed.

Maybe I'll wake up and this will all have just been a really really bad dream.

red polka-dot

Last night while I was making dinner I stopped to listen. Usually when there is no noise and a 20-month old around it spells trouble. First matches ("playing with matches" was the theme title of my Christmas card pictures of Lilly this year-thanks Beck, for pointing out that if I sent that one to the wrong people I would never see her again..)now what?

So I looked in her usual places--and found her in the bedroom playing with my underwear. Panties were ascue everywhere-- she laughed as I stooped to pick them up and noticed she had carefully tucked my favorite lilac pair into her travel bag.
At least someone gets to admire my undies these days.

mayfly

I love this song.
same with "the boy done wrong again" come on, sing a long. make me happy now.
life is good tonight. and the candles burn brightly. and if you'd only sing along I would be happier. We are having music wars here at the place. I turn mine up, he counters, and she does likewise. I am surprised we don't all kill each other. God, his music sucks.
You listenin? Cause I am laughing right now.

Belle And Sebastian - Mayfly Lyrics

Lovesick on a sunny afternoon
You are tired of staying in
You are waiting for the time
Mayfly, woken up when skys are clear
I don't mind you coming near
Keep me company till she comes again
You are the one who's privy to
I am the one who's making do
Because you saw him in the park
Because you saw him at the bridges with the people in the park

Cana was the start of something big
You were there in the beginning
You were there to see him play
Mayfly, woken up when sky's are blue
I don't mind the sight of you
Keep me company till she comes around
You are the one who's privy to
I am the one who's making do
Because you saw him at the celebrations standing at the side
He had the moves to save the day
But you would love him anyway

Lovesick, it came back upon yourself
You are the girl left on the shelf
You are incapable of playing the fool
Longing?o what's different today?
You sent the boys and girls away
You are concerned with matters lofty
But puzzled so it makes you sick
Your diary's looking like a bible with it's verses lost in time
And lost in meaning for the people who surround you
It's a crying shame
You know it's a crying shame

my modern day woody allen--where are you?

I don't know which is better--the opening scene to Allen's Manhattan or the closing scene to Breakfast at Tiffany's. Just finished watching both. Woody Allen makes me laugh. Audrey Hep makes me think there is hope.
( Paul Varjak: You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to eachother, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.")
I swear, there is nothing better than a man who can make me laugh. It's all in the timing. And if someone has good comic timing, well, you know what that means...
Actually, I take that back. Timing depends on both parties to work. It's either there or it isn't.

Alas, being a hopeful romantic can be problematic. But love is love is love--no matter the season for me.
So, What is next? Three Coins in the Fountain a movie about three American Girls travelling in Rome, each tossing a coin into the beautiful fountain of Trevi. The legend is that if you make a wish when you throw the coin into the fountain your wish will be granted. I am sure Rome is beautiful in January..

"Oh the comfort, the inexpressibe comfort, of feeling safe with a person.
Having neither to weigh thoughts or measure words.
But pour them all out, just as they are chaff and grain together,
knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them what is worth keeping,
And then, with the breath of kindness, blow them away."
-George Eliot

Here's to finding humor, timing and love--
but most of all, love.

Goodnight, sweet love.I wish on the moon for you and again say "Goodnight."

"I’ve Lost Track of the World"

Holiday specials:
*My oldest and dearest friend called me up and before even saying hello, she said, "o.k. spill it sister...new address, new phone number, what in the hell is going on? I want details. NOW."
The last time we spoke was over 2 years ago.
Damn, I love real people. Happy 35 to you too, Erin.

*Feeling victorious at winning the battle over the snowdrifts, I drove into town to check out how my new car handled unplowed streets-- only to find our county was under a snow emergency. I watched some kids drive their crappy car THROUGH a mile high snowbank and then proceeded to spin out into the unpaved Kroger parking lot. They were laughing their asses off--probably more at me and my stunned expression than anything else. Ahh youth, glorious youth.

*My daughter's inability to comprehend the whole gift-giving scene. She wanted kisses, not presents. We left half of them unopened--and using the small trunk for an excuse, left most of them at grandma's house. My parting sentiments were, "I just don't have room for all of this stuff. And if dad tries to but that box in view of my back window and I have an accident..." Driving home I called and apologized. Just spending a few hours with them turns me back into the silent but raging beast of my youth. It's more fun watching my sisters quibble for mom's attention anyway.

* Watching old episodes of Benny Hill after a few drinks. Fun for the whole fucking family.

*THIS MOVIE. What a hoot.