Is it fair?
Have you heard My List, by The Killers? It's out of this world.
My mom is visiting this week. Sorry for lack of posts. Sorry for lack of interest right now too. I am just so excited, and you should have known by now, you are on my list.
A fast fast apology for such blatant, objectification of the male torso and consequent naughty parts. I have posted far too many lifted pictures of men. It's sorta annoying, as well as my spelling, but thats another day i guess.
Weighing in:
It was snowing this morning when I went to work. I stopped at Cosi for a yogurt parfait....so good.....and more than likely so bad...
There is a counter boy there, who is young, and sorta ........well sometimes looks tired and sometimes looks like a good shower is in order. As he gives me my change he says "is it wet or sticky?"
Immediately i say "i think it's sticking"....fully knowing that my head is covered in snow and white....and that he was obviously talking about the snow.
I liked to start my public day fun like that. I told him that perhaps in the future he would think of rephrasing that question.
We booked the flight and hotel to Las Vegas, for very soon....real cheap. Staying in the MGM Grand. I am thrilled and excited and thrilled again. A cute little get away. Now. Suggestions on things we must see/do. I know that it's going to be a long three days....i am prepared for it. .....and am already having anxiety about those stupid rides at the Stratosphere........I will regret forever if i don't get on them...but the thought of it makes me pee.
Alright - enjoy Tuesday.
Nate
PS - this is Cristano Ronaldo.....confused i guess.
Bro.
Put some clothes on for gootness sake.
Random thoughts on a Thursday....i mean, is it really Thursday already? It seems that because we got so so intoxicated on Monday, i missed a day...like, it got skipped. I emailed our friends on Wednesday and expressed how wonderful i felt compared to the previous day.....reborn. That was how i felt. Newly inspired to get my shizzle together. And this weekend will prove to be nice and slow. and nice and calm, and nice.
About two weeks ago kevin and i started to play raquetball again. We used to play all the time, and it would get pretty intense....of course there is no referee, so we have to determine an accurate call on some of the plays......intense is a word i can use. It was all in good fun, all good. So anyway, we started to play this again, it sorta fades in and out of our fashion (sorta like capri's on men)......since we started (we played three days in a row) I have not been able to run or walk correctly. I seemed to have pulled some muscle or nerve or piehole.....on my lower butt muscle on my right cheek. And i wanted to really begin training for some distance runs. I am mad about it.
In other news, I am trying to get us organized to go to Vegas for a short trip...the sales are so so low right now, with hotel. Is there any hotel that we should absolutely avoid? Any that are reasonable?
Anyway - enjoy the day.
Yes you.
Today has been a challenging day. Directly a result of being stupid last night and spending way too much time socializing and cocktailing.......very stupid indeed.
When i started my journey into work this morning I began agonizing about how long the day seemed, and i hadn't even stepped foot into the office. Anyway, I have two more hours to go and i am counting the seconds.
In my line of work I have become very familiar with crying. I listen to others manuveur around emotionally charged issues and watch them suffer, only to help them wipe the tears aside and move on. Most recently though, i have been made aware that being around the tears of my loved ones can be much different than those i encounter in my profession.
I recently sat by while a loved one emptied a lot of pain, and it was so uncomfortable for me, to not be able to take it away and minimize the hurt. It was then that i realized that it's all purposeful. Crying is purposeful. It clears the way to discovery.
And, it's uncomfortable. And it's ok !!! And i am here. And sometimes, thats enough.
This is Heather Headley.....I was at Splash in NY a while back and this came on the video screen.....love it !!!!!!!!!!!
The New Year.
It's like a bad dream, in some ways. I ain't being dramatic, and I won't garnish the story with glittery words and snappy phrases.
But it's gotten too wierd to ignore in the blog anymore.
As some of you may know, my father and i began talking on the phone in the last year. He was long since gone, a silenced character in the screen play that is my life. Somehow, we connected and he seemed ok. His body revolting against him after a lifetime of alcohol and severe drug abuse. The laundry list of disease and infection is endless. He left my life in 1995 to go to a rehab in Florida, and he never made it out of Florida, he still lives there. Fittingly he has lived with another man, who was in worse shape medically, than my father is. Bedridden and unable to wash himself.
I got a call last Tuesday - the man my father took care of for the last 10 years shot himself in the head, and my father found him. Clearly traumatized, my father cannot stop sobbing and weeping....he is a MESS. He has called me at 3:30 in the morning - for no apparent reason than to cry...which is fine, I do that for a living - listening to folks when they are going through bad bad times.....but it's taken a turn. I was out on Saturday (as you saw in some pictures) and he called me. His message said something to the effect that there was something else about him that I should know...........about he and the man he lived with...............Um? Hello?......
to be continued.
The pictures. every year, since the beginning of the 1900's there has been such a thing called the Mummer's Day Parade. It is held on New Year's Day every single year. What the history is - you can look it up. For people like myself, the day is a day when all the crazy folk come out and drink till they either 1. puke 2. get into fisticuffs 3. have sex with strangers 4. puke and get arrested at the same time.
Mind you, none of that has happened to us. We did piss outside several times, and our friend Ryan almost got the shit beat out of him, but we avoided all the usual problems. Anyway - it was cancelled NE Day due to rain, and it happened on Saturday. FUN! thats all i know. Fun and we took around 250 pictures. insane.
Baby New Year never had a chance.
At John and Tim's dinner party New Year's Eve. Perfect
And...was no donut for miles........mister smarty pants...if you knew me, you'd know that i am def. a cornflake girl.
But i did come to know that as i enlarged the picture, all you could see was lines....of wrinkles and that just sucks. EWWWWWWWWWWW
so anonymous...sorry but no cigar.
who/what do i look like in this picture. So funnny. This was Saturday night in Baltimore.
