Okay, so the past couple of weeks have been entirely from hell. This is evidenced by the fact that I have officially moved on from blowing out light bulbs...I'm up to major appliances and cars now. Really. My dryer is done, the garbage disposal went months ago and I think I killed my dishwasher last week. When I blew out the starter in my car last Friday, I knew I had reached a whole new level; I've blown out both headlights in a car before, but never a something like a starter. Despite the thousands of dollars it will all eventually run, I'm a little impressed with this ability (just wish I could control it).
In other news, I finally got the call from my psychic. My Parts War was for naught...whew! Of course she called back as I was waiting for Triple A to come tow my disfunctional car. "When it rains, it pours" is not just the slogan for Morton's Salt, it is the theme of my life...I accept this with a healthy sense of irony.
The appointment is next Saturday and I am terrifically interested to hear predictions for the next 15 years. Because I am not a complete dolt, I know some of it won't be all sunshiny and fabulous but that doesn't frighten me. I'm a deceptively tough chick, I know I can handle the hard stuff. Just looking to brace for the impact I suppose.
In more immediate news, I am trying to figure out how to work a particular situation to my ultimate advantage. Can't give specifics yet, but I am in the process of consulting professionals about this. It is imperative that I find someone who can understand the psychology of my predicament. I need someone who is a lawyer the way I would have been a lawyer... a very "I need to know all the rules so I know how to bend them" type of person.
All is well, all will be well and all manner of things will be well. If I squint my eyes really tight, it even looks like its true.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Practice Makes Progress
I saw a kid’s show on the Disney Channel about a bunch of sell-outs who pander to the children’s movement last Sunday morning. They sang a song called “Practice Makes Progress.” Dear lord, I almost threw up.
This may officially be the end of the world as we know it. Practice makes progress? Practice IS progress you fucking moron. Perfect is the goal, remember? While I realize there is no such thing as “perfect” (and even not any such thing as normal), I still know that you have to have a goal for cryin’ out loud. Seriously, if the highest bar you can aim for is “trying”…please go someplace else immediately.
Okay, so what else is there? The weather has been sickly gorgeous this week, ahhh February in Virginia. I loved that I rode a bike in flip-flops today and I hate that I had to close the windows tonight because the temperature started to dip back toward winter. I mean! Under 70 degrees? Brrr!
In other news, I went up to Georgetown for a sorority reunion last weekend which was an absolute blast. Did not realize how much I had missed some of those girls until I saw them again in person. I know “sorority thing”… sounds fake and there’s the whole “buy your friends” spin, but these are not those type of girls. Not the ones I was close with anyway. And later there were boys there too. A couple of whom I may want to continue talking with….we’ll see (still sport fishing).
I do feel a little like I’m bouncing all over the place. I called for an appointment with my favorite psychic a few weeks ago, but she hasn’t called me back to firm it up yet. Part of me knows she’s super-busy and is okay with that. The other part of me wonders if I’m being snubbed. This may sound silly, but think of this…why would you be snubbed by a psychic?
Is your prognosis too tragic? They don’t want to give you a reading because they don’t like to deliver bad news? I swear, I am a glass is half-full person, but in these Parts War moments…yeesh!
In other other news, I ran into three com-puh-letely random people I know in Big Lots on Tuesday. The world is getting smaller by the minute.
Resolutions kept: Don’t avoid someone you used to know just because it’s been so long.
This may officially be the end of the world as we know it. Practice makes progress? Practice IS progress you fucking moron. Perfect is the goal, remember? While I realize there is no such thing as “perfect” (and even not any such thing as normal), I still know that you have to have a goal for cryin’ out loud. Seriously, if the highest bar you can aim for is “trying”…please go someplace else immediately.
Okay, so what else is there? The weather has been sickly gorgeous this week, ahhh February in Virginia. I loved that I rode a bike in flip-flops today and I hate that I had to close the windows tonight because the temperature started to dip back toward winter. I mean! Under 70 degrees? Brrr!
In other news, I went up to Georgetown for a sorority reunion last weekend which was an absolute blast. Did not realize how much I had missed some of those girls until I saw them again in person. I know “sorority thing”… sounds fake and there’s the whole “buy your friends” spin, but these are not those type of girls. Not the ones I was close with anyway. And later there were boys there too. A couple of whom I may want to continue talking with….we’ll see (still sport fishing).
I do feel a little like I’m bouncing all over the place. I called for an appointment with my favorite psychic a few weeks ago, but she hasn’t called me back to firm it up yet. Part of me knows she’s super-busy and is okay with that. The other part of me wonders if I’m being snubbed. This may sound silly, but think of this…why would you be snubbed by a psychic?
Is your prognosis too tragic? They don’t want to give you a reading because they don’t like to deliver bad news? I swear, I am a glass is half-full person, but in these Parts War moments…yeesh!
In other other news, I ran into three com-puh-letely random people I know in Big Lots on Tuesday. The world is getting smaller by the minute.
Resolutions kept: Don’t avoid someone you used to know just because it’s been so long.
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