It's the end of May and I haven't written jack this month. Nothing on my blog, nothing on my novel...one big fat goose egg.
I HAVE been running, and I have been productive, so the month isn't a total loss, but still. WTF? I usually have so much to think about/write that if I don't get it out of my head I can't go to sleep and I'm afraid I'll explode. This month? Nada. Maybe this is writer's block?
Maybe it's because next week I'm taking my bikinis and my sunscreen and my clean, virgin notebook and pens and other assorted goodies on the plane to my solo vacation. I'm petrified that I'm going to be punished karmically for this. If the plane crashes, there won't be anything to publish posthumously. Just this blog. Maybe I should quickly start a blog of all my writing instead? How much could I fill in between now and next Tuesday? Maybe I'll work on that this weekend instead of my abs! (Which is better for posterity?)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Philistines everywhere, unite
I am tired and hungry and haven't had nearly enough (read, ANY) wine this evening. But this might possibly be the best website ever.
Check it out when you need a pick-me-up:
www.museumofbadart.org
That's all for now.
Check it out when you need a pick-me-up:
www.museumofbadart.org
That's all for now.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter
Hold to the truth, and the truth shall set you free.
Which is true, of course, but how come the truth always has to get mixed up in all sorts of other things, so that it's either hard to recognize or difficult to act on? Or both.
Nothing worth having ever comes free & clear, but what if you're struggling with what is worth having? Maybe this is my own version of ADD. Why is it so hard to be good?
Which is true, of course, but how come the truth always has to get mixed up in all sorts of other things, so that it's either hard to recognize or difficult to act on? Or both.
Nothing worth having ever comes free & clear, but what if you're struggling with what is worth having? Maybe this is my own version of ADD. Why is it so hard to be good?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I'm not a cougar, but I play one on tv...
I saw this today on a totally unrelated post, and I just couldn't stop laughing. I'm not real keen on the whole cougar concept. Although I have to admit, it could probably be worse. Hyenas, for example. Or armadillos. And absolutely no one wants to be a snapping turtle...you get the picture.
Personally, I think we all need to stop lying about being younger than we are, and go as far as possible in the opposite direction. Yes, in fact, I look AMAZING for 62!
Of course, one does run the risk that someone will actually believe that you are, in fact, 62. Oops.
Monday, March 30, 2009
So...about that vacation
How guilty do I have to feel about taking a vacation that probably ought to be a romantic trip...except it's with one of my friends instead of my husband?
I think if we were doing well I wouldn't be so conflicted about this. Well, maybe I would because that's just what I do. But I have been on the website all evening, just...lusting...(there's no other word for it)...after the resort and the beach and the potential experience. Oh, BodyHoliday, I must have you!
A long-standing friend of mine with who got me addicted to Canyon Ranch is now trying to corrupt me...I mean persuade me to go with her earlier this summer to Body Holiday in St. Lucia. This place is unbelievable -- it's gorgeous, you can work out, go to the beach, get a massage, drink high-end liquor, and generally be as healthy/active or as indulgent/slug-like as you want in a totally hedonistic environment. No kids.
Can I repeat that - no kids.
I want to go. But I'm having trouble justifying this. Maybe because I'm going to Canyon Ranch in August, and the idea of two spa vacations in one year is just the tiniest bit hyper-indulgent, even for me. Maybe because I'm feeling like I'm selfish for wanting this trip for myself alone -- even though my husband is going to his reunions, to Cabo, and to Denver on his own "guy trips." Maybe because I knowthat it's not a good sign that I'm more interested in going on this trip with my friend than I would be in going with my husband. But my therapist thinks I should go (I love him) -why can't I just get on board with this?
Please, please, please let me get what I want. (Or have I forgotten the lyric? I can't be that old.) Maybe...stay tuned.
I think if we were doing well I wouldn't be so conflicted about this. Well, maybe I would because that's just what I do. But I have been on the website all evening, just...lusting...(there's no other word for it)...after the resort and the beach and the potential experience. Oh, BodyHoliday, I must have you!
A long-standing friend of mine with who got me addicted to Canyon Ranch is now trying to corrupt me...I mean persuade me to go with her earlier this summer to Body Holiday in St. Lucia. This place is unbelievable -- it's gorgeous, you can work out, go to the beach, get a massage, drink high-end liquor, and generally be as healthy/active or as indulgent/slug-like as you want in a totally hedonistic environment. No kids.
Can I repeat that - no kids.
I want to go. But I'm having trouble justifying this. Maybe because I'm going to Canyon Ranch in August, and the idea of two spa vacations in one year is just the tiniest bit hyper-indulgent, even for me. Maybe because I'm feeling like I'm selfish for wanting this trip for myself alone -- even though my husband is going to his reunions, to Cabo, and to Denver on his own "guy trips." Maybe because I knowthat it's not a good sign that I'm more interested in going on this trip with my friend than I would be in going with my husband. But my therapist thinks I should go (I love him) -why can't I just get on board with this?
Please, please, please let me get what I want. (Or have I forgotten the lyric? I can't be that old.) Maybe...stay tuned.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Guilty Pleasures, Part 2
What is it with women and porn?
I know it will come as a complete shock to all 2 of my regular readers, but I like sex. I like reading about it, I like watching it on the big or little screen, and I like it in real life. It has been a real learning experience for me over the years that this is not the norm for most women. What's up with that? It's not like I was raised in a cat house. I mean, I know I have an overactive imagination, but I'm really pretty normal otherwise.
Why is it that women have such a hard time with porn? I understand the serious ick factor of child pornography or snuff movies, but what exactly is the issue with consenting adult relations? We're nearly 300 years past Plymouth Rock, so do we HAVE to be such effing puritans? Why can't we all just take our clothes off and get along?
Trust me, people who spend most of their time having or watching someone get some probably aren't the ones out screwing up the rest of the world. I could be wrong, but I don't think so.
I know it will come as a complete shock to all 2 of my regular readers, but I like sex. I like reading about it, I like watching it on the big or little screen, and I like it in real life. It has been a real learning experience for me over the years that this is not the norm for most women. What's up with that? It's not like I was raised in a cat house. I mean, I know I have an overactive imagination, but I'm really pretty normal otherwise.
Why is it that women have such a hard time with porn? I understand the serious ick factor of child pornography or snuff movies, but what exactly is the issue with consenting adult relations? We're nearly 300 years past Plymouth Rock, so do we HAVE to be such effing puritans? Why can't we all just take our clothes off and get along?
Trust me, people who spend most of their time having or watching someone get some probably aren't the ones out screwing up the rest of the world. I could be wrong, but I don't think so.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Guilty Pleasures
I decided today that I run so I can drink red wine and eat Ben & Jerry's without guilt.
And so that I don't kill anyone, like my husband. And so that I can maintain the ass of a 26 year old (which kinda goes along with the red wine/ice cream thing). Plus I'm incredibly productive after a run, which is a total bonus. Plus, now that I have the iPod (which I also have not killed yet) I get to listen to anything I want at ear-splitting decibals. Single people have no idea what I'm talking about, but moms everywhere are nodding their heads. Which reminds me that there is no David Byrne on my baby yet, which is a total sin of omission. I'll have to get on that (twss).
My musical world has now been categorized into straight running songs, hill songs, and cool-down songs. For example, Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah would be a good hill song. The Uninvited's Is That Me is a flat-out sprint. REM's The River is a cool-down masterpiece. I'm sure that somewhere there are good sex songs, but I've forgotten what those are.
I'm really excited today because I ran 4 miles, finished a really big presentation for next week, and have been working on a short story that started out as a scene in my novel. I really like how it's going - I really just need about 4-6 more hours in the day. It's a good thing it's not the 80s anymore or I'd probably be getting into coke right about now.
Instead, I'm going to have some Tomaresco and B&J. ..don't mind me.
And so that I don't kill anyone, like my husband. And so that I can maintain the ass of a 26 year old (which kinda goes along with the red wine/ice cream thing). Plus I'm incredibly productive after a run, which is a total bonus. Plus, now that I have the iPod (which I also have not killed yet) I get to listen to anything I want at ear-splitting decibals. Single people have no idea what I'm talking about, but moms everywhere are nodding their heads. Which reminds me that there is no David Byrne on my baby yet, which is a total sin of omission. I'll have to get on that (twss).
My musical world has now been categorized into straight running songs, hill songs, and cool-down songs. For example, Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah would be a good hill song. The Uninvited's Is That Me is a flat-out sprint. REM's The River is a cool-down masterpiece. I'm sure that somewhere there are good sex songs, but I've forgotten what those are.
I'm really excited today because I ran 4 miles, finished a really big presentation for next week, and have been working on a short story that started out as a scene in my novel. I really like how it's going - I really just need about 4-6 more hours in the day. It's a good thing it's not the 80s anymore or I'd probably be getting into coke right about now.
Instead, I'm going to have some Tomaresco and B&J. ..don't mind me.
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