I haven’t left the house (other than to walk out to the mailbox) in 4 days.
This is what it looks like outside…
Yes, those are icicles.
There is also a bit of snow/ice on the ground.
Louis is NOT a happy camper right now. But alas, he refuses to use the litter box so he must go outside.
Did anyone else have one of these when they were a kid?
I’ve been trapped in the house because of foul weather and allergies since Friday afternoon. I am running out of things to keep me entertained. I suppose I could sew my entire spring wardrobe but it is too damn cold to be thinking about that.
So why is a hermit like me complaining about being stuck inside. I think it’s because it is one thing to choose to stay inside and another to be stuck inside.
So what have I done to keep myself entertained?
I am running out of things to do and it looks like I could be stuck inside for another day or so. This is one of the very few times that I actually wish I had a roommate to keep me entertained. Someone to prevent me from listening to Beck “Sea Change” and surfing the personals on craigslist (I am just surfing, not posting/responding. I am not that desperate). A roommate would make roasting marshmallows in the fireplace fun right now. Roasting marshmallows and making s’mores with the cat just doesn’t seem right.
Part of me is wishing that the power goes out. First of all it would break me of my internet addiction. Second, it would give me a good reason to light the fireplace without feeling like something is missing (like another warm body besides the cat to share it with). Maybe I will get around to making those s’mores.
Part of me is wondering why I never get lucky enough to be iced in with someone marvelous.
I suppose if I am trapped at home for another 24 hours I should take down my Christmas Tree. I have a feelling that I will skip that and move straight to baking again.
I was remarking to Megan that I wished that I hadn’t accumulated so many memories that included people who are no longer part of my life anymore. For a while I wished that I could just go somewhere and have those memories erased (a la Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind).
I happened to catch a documentary on American Masters tonight on Annie Leibovitz. The amazing photographer that captured tons of personal moments in Rolling Stone and Vanity Fair. The way she photographs people made me think (I could go on and on about her style but I will get back to my point).
Erasing everything is pretty harsh. Because there is some good even in the bad moments. You just have to look deeper (this is beginning to sound a little too Pollyanna, forgive me). Everything has a purpose. Erasing everything means that nothing happened. I made no progress at all. Sure remembering some things may hurt, but that is what makes us human.
So even though I have deleted all the emails and destroyed a few items, I still have me, my memories (or how I chose to remember how everything was). I know what was good, what was bad, and what I hope to not do over. I know how they made me feel. I knew that I didn’t have to live behind that wall of ice. I remember what it’s like to trust someone.
Part of me wants to write them all thank you notes in my personal journal (not everything goes on the internet). Maybe I will just make a collage.
I made New Years cards instead of sending out the generic “Season’s Greetings” or “Happy Holidays” card. The quote I selected for the inside was never more appropriate.
“To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping” -Chinese Proverb
This is not my hardest journey but I still feel icky from yesterday’s dumping. I went through the usual purging of emails and myspace messages. I changed the sheets on my bed. I’ve basically kept myself busy to the point where I am exhausted. Exhausted to the point where I won’t dwell on it and beat myself up for not seeing this coming.
I finally met someone else who works out for the same reasons that I do.
I was having a totally random discussion with a friend of mine who admitted that the reason why he works out is the same as Lester in American Beauty.
Lester Burnham: I figured you guys might be able to give me some pointers. I need to shape up. Fast.
Jim Olmeyer : Are you just looking to lose weight, or do you want increased strength and flexibility as well?
Lester Burnham : I want to look good naked!
It felt good knowing that I wasn’t alone in this. Sure there’s that eating healthy and exercizing to live longer. But really, who is that focused on living longer? I personally would like to enjoy life along the way. Enjoy life with a nice perky bottom.
I am not one of those crazy people that spends their life at the gym. I used to do cardio once or twice a week but now I am into pilates. I do about 5-10 minutes everyday. That combined with being a good vegetarian is preventing office chair ass spread.
Eventually I will give in and let gravity take its toll. But not now. I don’t want to be one of those people that looks good for their age. I’d rather just be someone who looks good.
After I posted about the Attraction Zone Theory, a friend emailled me a link to the Ladder Theory. It explores how men and women are attracted to each other and discusses Why Men and Women can’t be friends (the whole ‘When Harry Met Sally’ explanation).
The one thing I am in disagreement on is the 2 ladder theory for women. This theory eliminates the situation that I strive for. Sex with my best friend. Apparently bad things happen when you move from one ladder to the other. The guy ends up falling into the Abyss.
Why should you have to settle with one or the other? I want it all.
It’s cold!
The holidays are approaching. The media and it evil advertisements are doing their best to convince people that they should be spending time with family and friends (and spending lots of money of family and friends). It won’t be long before they bring back the Cambell’s soup and Maxwell house ads.
When winter comes I prefer hibernation. I like cold. But not Texas cold (I am from the north so I can say that. The cold here is different). I don’t hang out at home and sleep all winter (although I do get a little more sleep during the winter). I tend to be a little more active around the house. Baking, remodelling, sewing, etc… Eventually cabin fever sets in and I will decide to give myself a makeover (cut my hair short or debate getting my nose pierced). But overall, I spend a lot of time in the house.
Why hibernate? The holidays (or maybe its allergies) make me grumpy (and when I am little miss grumpy pants I know that I should just stay away from large groups of people). It starts with Thanksgiving. I haven’t had a good relationship with this holiday. I am usually sick. Very sick. A few years, I was sick to the point where I have passed out from some sort of sinus infection induced vertigo. Christmas isn’t so bad. Although I am a big fan of giving/receiving gifts year round.
How long does this hibernation thing last? For the last few years it has ended just around SXSW. Groundhog’s day is too early. It’s best to stay hidden until after Valentine’s.
I recently admitted that techno/electronica turns me on. (Meg and Em know that I have the vibrator with disco mode. But still they gave me strange looks when I said it.) There is something dirty/primal about it (or deliciously filthy as some have called it). Something about the thumping baseline (and perhaps the number of times I have had sex with that thumping baseline in the background). Being in a club in the right spot where you can feel all the vibrations (or on top of the speaker). [I asked Em if the Audi-Oh was worth it. Apparently it doesn't come with all the parts included. Hopefully there will be some improvements on this device in the future.]
What else?
There are the obvious things. Power. Movies/television. The books I read (A lot of stuff on the sex industry. Not porn. More autobiographical/clinical stuff). Alcohol. Specifically tequilla, preferably in the form margarita or mex-mart. A thimble full will have me climbing the walls. Doing something with someone that I shouldn’t be doing. Something that would lead to a juicy phone call with Megan later on.
Then there’s the not so obvious. My dreams. I am one of the lucky ones who is able to dream in color. Super lucky because I’ve had dreams that brought me to orgasm. Rolling around in clean laundry just out of the dryer (that’s why the Snuggle bear is so happy). Then there are just some totally random moments where something will happen and I need to get away.
and then there are futons…
Granted there are consequences to revealing what exactly turns you on. We got to torment my friend Matt 365 days a year because he admitted his turn ons.
Since I have a rather diverse set of friends (chef, nurse, musicians, techies, government lackies, etc…) I was able to find out a better answer to the white bread question. The perks of DIVERSITY.
From the former manager of a well known barbeque establishment…
White bread is for:
Apparently people that never eat white bread at home have to have it with their bbq. About 1 person in 10 would ask for wheat.
I think I will have to come up with a question for our resident nurse next.
I have lived in Texas for the last 12 years and I am still confused about the purpose of the gigantic stacks of white bread. I don’t complain that it is there at every banquet, luncheon, buffet, wedding, etc… It’s one of the few things (or sometimes the only thing) that I am able to eat if barbeque is being served (I’ve been a vegetarian since ’98). The other night at a party I referred to white bread as a condiment. I think I was wrong in that judgement. Condiments are applied and I am quite sure that the bread isn’t.
At some places, the bread is listed on the menu (stack o’ white bread). So, you might call it a side dish. At times the white bread could be considered a utensil for obtaining the last bit of sauce from your plate. Or maybe you could use it as a napkin? There seems to be some consensus on the net about the use of the bread. Sandwich making seems to be ahead in the counts. Second was a vehicle for the spicy hot sauce.
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