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Blerg.

I slept so much this weekend, long naps and fell asleep early. This isn't a good pattern for me. Falling asleep on the sofa is so last year, I don't think it's good for my back. I don't know why I'm leaving the tv on, those damn Housewives are like heroin, not that I've done heroin, more like peanut butter or chocolate chip cookies. Poison!

I felt like I got a lot accomplished, Saturday was errands and a winning trip to the thrift store. Two white blouses in great condition-- $2.99 and $3.99, a purse-ratan and black leather with a cool embellishment jewel type thing- $3.99, in very good condition, solid and snappy. And then, a white sexy corset to wear around the house on the weekends, not, but for Burning Man. It is so cute. It was a bit pricey at $5.99 but in beautiful condition.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it. I want to dye it to make it look a little aged and then embellish it somehow. I don't think it works for belly dancing since it's tight in the upper rib area, but it's not like I'm performing or breaking out doing tribal fusion solos in the desert either. I think. I really really like the steampunk look so I'm looking at lots of pictures to see how I'll customize it. It will be something between the two.

Then I slept, waited for the Rapture, we got a tiny earthquake and Saturday was over. Sunday I did my laundry, talked to my folks, did some yoga, arduous gardening--separated about 50 little forget-me-not plants into a clay pot, can't wait for them to soar and bloom. Then it was all ready 5-ish, I felt so un-weekend-ish. Then blah blah, washed my hair, ironed for work, made a pot of quinoa, broccoli and peanut sauce with lots and lots of ginger, garlic, basil and hot sauce, for my lunches.

This week at work they are having a baby shower pot luck for one of the team. They invited the temps, to make something and suggested donation of $20. I'm embarrassed. I don't have an extra $20 for someone I don't know, I barely have $5.  We don't hang around together, I don't want to bake and sit around with them. I want to disappear. I haven't done anything yet. It's so awkward. Poverty is humiliating. I wish I could just give $20 and not eat with them. Maybe it will appear. Or is it ok to just give $5? Blerg.

I watched 60 Minutes last night and heard the Lance Armstrong doping story from Tyler Hamilton. I thought it was so interesting except I didn't like how the interviewer acted like a prosecuting attorney. I wonder how Armstrong could lie for so long and behave as if he was super human. Sad day for the sport and I know people that freakin LOVE that sport and the Tour de France.

Forgive the typos please, I wrote this as I glugged my coffee and now I have to get ready. Damn, I had so much more I wanted to say. Good day to you friends.
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I feel like I'm on the verge of something, on the tip of someone's tongue, like something's going to Happen. Sometimes the littlest happenings are the biggest.

I have new thoughts and feelings about love. Single yes, but that has not much to do with being loved and loving.

There are many many little changes and signs I've noticed during my days and nights. On the one hand I feel like I can hardly keep up with myself and on the other I feel drowsy and tired. Tonight I forced myself to practice dancing drills. All that work in the center of the body, I think that's having a huge effect on me, spiritually. And physically, well, I can do several undulations now, so satisfying!

I have friends enamored, in love with, addicted to cross fit. I probably would have been if I wasn't so into my yoga practice and my belly dancing practice. I may have felt that for step aeorbics, way back when. I remember the commercials of people taking the classes and then  running up the steps of the pyramids in Mexico. I was enchanted, took the classes, loved them and six months later I was running up the steps of the pyramids in Mexico.

This rain, barametirc pressure, drowsiness...I'm very grounded and sleep heavily. I'm not remembering too many dreams but when I wake up lately, I know a lot has been going in during the night.

There are friends trickling in over the next few weeks.

The rain and gray seem endless although I know its not true.

Bon Voyage Elizabeth Taylor. What a life!  I wonder what is in store for her now.  Here are some quotes from the violet eyed beauty:


I’ve always admitted that I’m ruled by my passions.

I have a woman’s body and a child’s emotions. I’m a survivor – a living example of what people can go through and survive.

My mother says I didn’t open my eyes for eight days after I was born, but when I did, the first thing I saw was an engagement ring. I was hooked.

The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they’re going to have some pretty annoying virtues

I really don’t remember much about Cleopatra. There were a lot of other things going on.

Success is a great deodorant.

I suppose when they reach a certain age some men are afraid to grow up. It seems the older the men get, the younger their new wives get.

I sweat real sweat and I shake real shakes.

You find out who your real friends are when you’re involved in a scandal.

I adore wearing gems, but not because they are mine. You can’t possess radiance, you can only admire it.

I think I’m finally growing up – and about time. So much to do, so little done, such things to be.

When people say, ‘She’s got everything’, I’ve got one answer – I haven’t had tomorrow.

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