So I have been thinking a lot about construction. It could be the fact that as long as I have been here, the university has been building something. It could be the fact that half my route from the church to my workplace is overcome by the joy of construction work. I think the university should issue us all hard hats. They should be blue and gold, of course. Some of our young, rebellious freshman could definitely use them as well as knee and elbow pads for those late night forays down High Street. Don't know what I mean? Don't worry school is starting up again this month, so it will manifest itself.

To be honest, I have already seen signs of this. Yes, yes, it did involve a cell phone. On my way home the other evening, I felt compelled to slam on my brakes. I didn't know why because all I saw was the bright glow of headlights in the other lane and more headlights shining in my rear-view mirror. Then it struck me. A figure was standing in the middle of the road. The car in the opposite lane slammed on their brakes as well. She was wobbling a bit as she emphatically addressed her cell phone. No, the young lady was not drunk. She just wasn't paying any attention to anything but her little phoney friend. She didn't even flinch or look scared or acknowledge the fact that she had almost been hit by two cars in the span of thirty seconds. I worry for the safety of people around me. I really do.

So I was going to post yesterday. I may have even waxed poetic on the sorrow of seeing the month of the ruby closing up shop and hiding out for another year. However, I was distracted by a need to tend to my flock. A herd of sheep arrived in the mail and they needed some attention from their shepherdess. I couldn't leave them without guidance and protection. How would that look, after all?

In other news, I finally have artwork from my less-mentioned son to put on my fridge. It is a wingless penguin but a penguin, so I am very excited to show it off. And my niece visited me today, so I smell of baby...

Ever notice how they stick the meanest dogs on chains in junkyards? Or is that just another song I can't get out of my head? I sometimes worry about such things. It is inexplicable. Of course, I am not afraid of dogs. Unlike some members of my family I have not been repeatedly mauled by them. In fact, I have been mistaken for a puppy stealer. This is because the tribble Princess came running to greet me when I knocked on my friend's door yesterday. Don't ask me to explain how the cat lady has a puppy fan. That is another mystery I have not discovered the answer to.

The neighbors who were puppy sitting became quite concerned about this as well. Their concern mounted when I picked up my incredibly fuzzy friend and started petting her. The guy came over and took her from me and handed her off to his wife (?). I just smiled at them. I can't steal the puppy. Ziggy would massacre her. Ziggy wants to be the only princess in my life. Don't they all?

"I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
... I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
... I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me...

I lose my way
And it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake
A smile, a laugh everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with...

I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same *cough* thing...

I try my hardest just to forget everything...
I don't know how to let anyone else in...
I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty..."

~Kelly Clarkson "Because of You"

"No revenge is more honorable than the one not taken." ~Spanish Proverb

"Never does the human soul appear so strong and noble as when it forgoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury." ~E. H. Chapin

"If you will it, it is no dream." ~Theodor Herzl (1860-1904)

"Goals are dreams with deadlines." ~Diana Scharf-Hunt

"Do not look where you fell, but where you slipped." ~African Proverb

"It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun." ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

"One ought every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words." ~Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832)

"If you want a kinder world, then behave with kindness; if you want a peaceful world, make peace within." ~Dan Millman

"Character is easier kept than recovered." ~English Proverb

"The truth about a man is, first of all, what it is that he keeps hidden." ~Andre Malraux

"A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love." ~Pearl S. Buck (1892-1973)

"Love is blind - but not the neighbors." ~Mexican Proverb

"When you rule your mind you rule your world. When you choose your thoughts you choose results." ~Imelda Shanklin

"A hero is a man who is afraid to run away." ~English Proverb

"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Love, the itch, and a cough cannot be hid." ~Thomas Fuller

"Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great." ~Roger de Bussy-Rabutin (1618-1693)

"Those who cannot feel the littleness of great things in themselves are apt to overlook the greatness of little things in others." ~Okakura Kakuzo (1863-1913)

"One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are." ~Gail Godwin

"Liars should have good memories." ~Latin Proverb

"No man has a good enough memory to make a successful liar." ~Abraham Lincoln

My heart hasn't been in my journal much lately. I am not sure where my heart is. I have an idea it may not be in this state. Of course, what state I am referring to (state of mind or physical location) is also up in the air. I need to clean up these old entries. I was skimming through some and they confused even me. Of course, with some uniquely Bella logic, I made sense of them, but only I possess that logic which is good because the world we live in already suffers from enough randomness.

"A gentle word opens an iron gate." ~Bulgarian Proverb

"Kind words are the music of the world." ~Frederick W. Faber

"To him that watches, everything is revealed." ~Italian Proverb

"The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend." ~Robertson Davies

"A wise man never knows all, only fools know everything." ~African Proverb

"The biggest cause of trouble in the world today is that the stupid people are so sure about things and the intelligent folks are so full of doubts." ~Bertrand Russell

Stop biting your lip. Stop looking for the rant. I speak not of you. My oldest friends don't breathe, they come out on my breath. My words have been failing me lately. They come sometimes with so much fervor like when I bore my testimony today. At other times, they hide from me and I just look back at people who really want to understand without the words to explain what they feel they need to know.

It's happening here to. If anyone still ventures here to figure me out, they have found that even my riddles have given way to borderline silence. I need to quiet. We all do from time to time. I hope they come back soon. I kind of miss them. Don't you?

Someone told me that this journal has become a bit philosophical. I apologize. My joke has gone seriously awry. I may no longer be able to find humor in life, but some day I will know about the street value of snow, and what is more philosophical than that? (Sometimes these jokes are more amusing in the context of apples and being better off dead.)

So I have noted a lot of people giving me a very distinct, "What is wrong with Bella?" look of late. I have also noted such looks come from those who are used to me just giving into their selfishness. Sorry. I should have warned them. At some point, I found my self-esteem. I think, from recent experience, that one of the cats must have hacked it up and it crawled back in via my ear. With a smidgen of self-esteem, one is much less likely to agree to things that have been developed with no thought for my well-being. The doormat has rolled itself up and left the stoop, so many would be advised to find a new way to clean up their own messes.

So many things can be therapeutic. I am personally a fan of storm therapy. A few good crashes of lightning are better than smashing glass any day. One also gets the visual benefit of lightning streaking across the sky. If only the rain would melt away the heat. Maybe the weather needs some therapy.

Another good source of therapy for someone as unique as me is to get away from the people who are annoying me. This is easier said than done. I managed to choke on my dinner and while I was trying to slowly let my throat recuperate, my cat kept coming back. He acted like he was checking on me, but I know the cats have a secret pact to claim anything I may hack up. Luckily, I only joke about hacking up my lungs or breathing would be difficult. Anyway, I am still alive, so nothing to see here. Have a good one...

So I couldn't finish up writing about yesterday in the same entry. Maybe I should get a livejournal and post a million times a day? Naw, I don't have that kind of time. I still have Christmas presents to make ;) Back to some observations from yesterday before I talk about today (well, maybe).

I was driving the hobbitmobile happily along some friends' neighborhood. As I drive, I do sometimes notice things besides people who don't use signals or dart out in front of me. Yesterday, my attention was caught by a couple walking on the sidewalk. They had their arms around each other affectionately. It always makes me smile to see couples who truly care for and respect each other. They were talking, paying attention to what the other had to say, and generally making me smile. As long as the world still has some signs of love and loyalty, I know we are not completely lost yet.

Anyway, we all know I had my standard Monday Mormon Moments. And now for the moment every fan of 80s television has been waiting for. I advise you to "try this at home". My friend Natalie introduced us to a fascinating European "soup". It's really easy to make and incredibly healthy (well, it can be). You take some fruit and cut it into little pieces. Then you add some raw oats and a touch of syrup or jam. Then you pour in milk, stir lightly, and enjoy. I believe one of my friends became a junkie last night. He kept eating more and more. Anyway, I suggest you go try it right now. You can always come back for more journally goodness.

Today was a good day in the life of an overgrown child. I found lots more boxes to add to my fort in the cage. It seems silly, but a box fort is a terrible opportunity to waste. A box fort can also be a wonderful place for a nap. Of course, I wouldn't do such a thing in a building where the air that is circulating smells stale. The word on the campus is that the air in the library is going to be off for a few days due to some air conditioning upgrades around campus. Ah, progress...

"I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak,
I go and I find the only answer every week.
And it's just me and all the memories to follow
Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour,
And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent,
When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent.
And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,
But she knows that it's much better if I get it for myself,
so she says,"

"Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?
And Ooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
What do you hear in these sounds?"

"I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing,
And the promise to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving,
And so she says oh, I say, "what?" She says "Exactly,"
I say, "What, you think I'm angry?"
She says, "Look, you come here every week
with jigsaw pieces of your past,
It's all on little soundbytes, and voices out of photographs,
And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map,
So tell me, where does the arrow point to,
who invented roses and...""

"And when I talk, I know what people think,
That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink,
But oh how I loved everybody else,
When I finally got to talk so much about myself,"

"And I wake up, and I ask myself what state I'm in,
And I say well I'm lucky cause I am like East Berlin,
I had this wall, and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks,
and I could hear their radio,
And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing,
And they'd know that I was scared,
they would know that I was guessing,
But the wall came down, and there they stood before me,
With their stumbling and their mumbling
and their calling out, just like me,"

"And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
The stories that nobody hears,
I collect these sounds in my ears,
And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
That's what I hear in these sounds.
And Ooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, That's what I hear in these,
that's what I hear in these sounds."

~Dar Williams

We live in a world where "life's not fair" and "it doesn't make sense" are common mantras. We breath air so full of toxins that all our medical care really isn't doing us that much good. We treat our fellow men like convenience stores of emotional, financial, or physical need in which we apply no worth, wanting to get them at a hundred percent discount. Then we find ourselves faced with tragedy (great or small), and we don't know what to do with ourselves.

I do not bring this up because the vents in the library were pumping out heat instead of cool air today. I admit that I found that fact to be rather disturbing. I was more disturbed by the faint odors that I detected with the heat. However, my cynicism was more affected by another article about the fate of our world. I glance over articles day after day that talk of the tragedies that plague our world.

When tragedy strikes, we wait for the churches and government agencies to sweep in and make it all better. We wait for someone else to do the work, How much is it going to take to realize that we are straying too far from where we should be and losing completely the beautiful beings we were made to be?

So as the sauna is an ongoing treat for those working in or simply visiting the library, I feel I should devote some time to great ways to take advantage of this. But how to do it. *taps cheek thoughtfully* *eyes light up*

"Really, that drool is there because it's so hot, but that outfit does look nice on you..."

"I'm usually smell better than this, but with the heat..."

"I'm sorry. Did I leave that work on your desk? I must have forgotten it in the heat."

"Really? You didn't know chocolate evaporates in high heat?"

"I would have done that, sir, but I melted into my chair."

"Excuse me, but I think you need to move to another floor because two people shouldn't be so close in this heat."

"At long last, we can see if we can bake cookies in a hundred degree office."

And for those poor souls in our Systems department:

"Wow, it's hot in here, which one of you is Satan again."

"You've been naughty, go stand in the server room."

"You have a room full of Windows servers, and it is hot in there. Are you really surprised?"

Another too busy week has come and gone. As always, I find that I have too much to do, too little time, too much to purchase and even less money to purchase it. Perhaps, I should begin at the beginning.

My roomie has friends and family. These friends come to visit from time to time. This happened to be the weekend for one of those visits. When people visit, divas can be known to stress or freak out (because divas know they can be hard to live with or live around even for three brief days). In this case, I believe the diva was a good hostess because she didn't get the evil eye (except during board games).

Anyway, they arrived on Sunday during my break between church meetings, so I got to meet them before I wandered off to take the hobbitmobile for a joyride. I met up with some friends to stuff our faces with fish, salads, potatoes, and a caramel banana pie before heading south to listen to a General Authority speak. (A couple of my friends actually totaled their car on the way down, but all four people in the car were fine aside from a scratch on one's hand according to my sources.) Elder Jones started the fireside by asking the missionaries some very important and very basic questions. Amazingly, I got a lot of insight from the question period as well as his talk.

Then I hitched a ride back to the hobbitmobile. The hobbitmobile was parked outside the home of another belle who began to converse with me. This led to lots of huffing and near suffocation since the hobbitmobile is not a good idler. Anyway, I traveled home to find lots of lights on and no one at home. Of course, this led me to do one of the things I do best. I snuck into my room where I was promptly joined by my favorite companions. We lounged and read a bit until our quiet time was interrupted by, "Someone is hoarding all the cats." Of course I was hoarding the cats, and they like it that way. I ventured out to join what turned out to be a board game convention.

Despite the convention, I found myself stuck in a conundrum I blame on feeling unwell, I went out looking for a new chariot. It is not that I don't appreciate and love the hobbitmobile. I just don't appreciate the hobbitmobile's recalcitrant shenanigans. She is now in the un-hobbitish control of my could-be twin brother who happens to not be very hobbitlike (although, I bet he has the hairy feet that I lack). I am now getting to know my new chariot who remains unnamed. Please don't offer suggestions. This is between me and ...hmmm...maybe chariot would be a good name...I'll have to consider that.

Today has not been nearly as exciting. My tummy seems to be upset again. I tried to appease it with mashed potatoes and ice cream, but it is still cranky. What could be more soothing that starch, salt, sugar, and strawberries??? Anyway, I believe I have touched on the brief tidbits of information. Want to know more? Well, we all do. I recommend trying your local library for information...

"He who divides and shares is left with the best share." ~Mexican Proverb

"A good exercise for the heart is to bend down and help another up."

"Do not pray for easy lives, pray to be stronger men! Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers, pray for powers equal to your tasks." ~Phillips Brooks

"Knowing others is wisdom. Knowing the self is enlightenment." ~Lao-Tzu (c. 6th century B.C.)

"A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle." ~Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)

I am the fire you want to burn through your Chicago
But I am not the girl you used to think to know
For I am the woman who was hiding behind those eyes
And I see through even this feeble disguise
That you set to make me fan my own flames
And I remain cold, yours is not among the names
That sets the spark, brings me to life
Gives me a momentary desire to bring strife
To a world that is already so full of fight
So quit bashing the rocks, I won't come alight
For you or your games or the fools you bring in
You lost your chance, my flames won't warm you again

I love how some people go on and on without having something to say. I also love how the university paper has exploded in size the last couple of issues. It's huge and divided into sections just like a real paper. Most of it is huge advertisements for bars and tanning. I find this to not be useful. It is like the people who think they are protecting me or helping me when they are walking in uninformed (completely uninformed despite their hubrous).

I am one to complain, so I will just get right into it. I have noted a consistent problem that I must get off my chest. I just hope I am in time to save the teeming masses from their demise. Many days, I feel I am surrounded by lemmings who are blindly following. They clearly have no idea where they are going, but they are in a big hurry to get there. This could be why I get so much unsolicited and unwarranted advice, and I know it is why I keep getting walked into on a regular basis. So here are some tips to keep you from crashing into people or cars that actually know where they are going.

1. Now this is critical: Look in front of you. I know it seems like a silly thing to say, but a lot of people feel they should look at the wall beside them, the person next to them, or even some fixed point on the ceiling as they walk. I know it is scary and you want to avoid eye contact, but you still have to notice if someone or something is directly in front of you or approaching fast from some other direction. Just pay a little attention to your surroundings. That ipod or cell phone can't save your life but noticing your surroundings can.

2. Prepare. How many ways can I say this? I highly recommend finding where your classes are (floor and room as well as building) before you actually have to be there. It avoids that scurrying back and forth trying to figure it all out. I do compliment those who are wise enough to at least make sure they are on the right campus...

3. Go early. I know. I know. We're spoiled by the relative speed with which we can get from point A to point B. However, if you are depending on rapid and personal service from the PRT, I must let you in on a secret, it likes to break down and trap you in its walls. This is how it helps you make more friends or annoy them by getting on your cell phone and complaining to your mom that you are trapped on the PRT with a bunch of smelly losers. Traffic is also something that is never guaranteed not to be backed up (in fact, I daresay, in the University city, it will be backed up, so plan on it).

4. Don't be afraid to ask for help. Some people really are scary. If they give you a creepy vibe, then don't ask them, but I have seen lots of friendly looking people who know where they are going and can help you before you waste three hours trying to find obscured buildings that may or may not be exactly where you think they are...

In other news, I have been trying as per usual to keep my world clean and tidy. This is proving most difficult with activities every night of the week, but I am trying to keep things in balance. This is not the easiest thing in the world for one with an unbalanced head and a tremendous list of things to do, but I do love a good challenge.

Last night, we had our first Monday Mormon Moments of the new school year. So many people showed up that I almost had a spastic seizure. I am not sure if it was the happiness or the task of hugging as many beautiful women (and handsome men) as possible. Oh, yes, I did much hugging, so my hugging muscles are in good order. I just have to work on the rest of them. We had a lesson on making sure everyone feels included (a subject near and dear to my overworked heart) and some delicious chocolate cookies and milk. Then we mingled like only a large group of sugar-filled, sober Mormons can.

Tonight we got together to sign up for our upcoming church courses. As any reader of this journal can attest, I need all the spiritual help I can get. How else am I supposed to be jovial and full of glee? Though some days, I fear it makes me more painfully aware of how bad we hurt ourselves in today's society. Enough of that though. I did get to see even more people (and hug even more beautiful women). Sadly, I didn't get to surprise one of my friends who is about to leave on her mission though we did try. Ah well, I guess this means I will have to write to her. Feel free to post random notes for her in my guestbook and I'll print them out and add them on.

The evening also held quite a bit of admiration for the Yodamobile. Despite the fact that the hobbitmobile was not given much love by the statement, I believe Tiff expressed it best when she said, "It's like trading in an ugly man for a Mr. Darcy." Then I realized that with the current composition of hoods, I am not likely to be doing a Tawny Kitaen on the Yodamobile any time soon. How sad? I still intend to make a sexy picture for Halloween with me and my sweet ride though. It's a new tradition that must be carried on...

"You left me like a broken doll
In pieces as I took the fall
For you, you dumb chump
You left me free fallin like space junk
Burnin up in the atmosphere of life"

"Well I sound like a philosopher
But I'm a fool who's off her rocker
Cause I let you in my heart that one last time
I've had enough, made up my mind
I'm gonna get up, and out, and wild"

"I love myself today
Not like yesterday
I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm gonna be ok, uh huh
I love myself today
Not like yesterday
Take another look at me now
Cause it's your last look
Your last look forever"

"Well look at you,
Your all puffed up
In a big red truck
But you're out of luck this time
oh well thats tough
Cause I'm on fire too hot to touch
With a chat room full of lovers
on the line
I'll stand right up
Spit shine my soul
I'm gonna be proud and loud and outta control..."

"I'm looking the mirror
And I like what I see
I've lost the fear and the horror
Thats been eatin at me
Cause bein with you was like a hangman's noose
I was livin my life in dead man's shoes
I've had enough, made up my mind
I'm gonna get up, and out, and wild"

~Bif Naked

I don't mind sharing you with everyone else
But moments come when I need just myself
And the comfort of your shoulder
To dry my eyes even though I am older
Than the child who used to cry there
And now I sink for a moment, my despair
Makes me see how I miss moments alone
With you to hold me close, condone
My right to cry, my right to desire
A single moment alone in your fire
For just this moment, can I be with you
To tell you all I feel, all I knew
Would come back to haunt me if I ran
Too fast, too far, where anyone can
For it takes so much more to find ways
To be alone with you in these busy days...

Would anyone hear more clearly if I sang out these words? I tire of speaking and yet I can not bear the silence. It is in the silence that the lies grow. It is when I let the garden go untended that these weeds grow and surpass who I am. I tire of being seen as the weeds that choke me, not the flower that I am. I am sorry for those who can't accept me as I am. I am sorry for those who can't even see me. How long shall it be until I stop waiting for them to catch up?

I skimmed through an article yesterday that basically stated that the things men say don't have any meaning. This was written by a man, so he must know what he is talking about. It just confirmed to me that many people seem to perceive me as a man. I know it is a little inconceivable, but that is how it is. I find that people place no meaning to what I say. I had to repeat the same idea in five ways and finally explain it in the manner of Robert Jordan (great detail) before I finally got through. Then I realized that it didn't really matter if they misunderstood me anyway. It never really does. I am feeling a little quiet these days. Did I just hear a chorus of "thank goodness"? I think I did.

So it has been another fulfilling weekend (or maybe just a filling one). At the annual ward back to school bash, I had someone ask me if I had lost weight. This is about the fourth person to comment on it, so it must be true. I also have the confirmation of the pants I wore to the dance on Saturday. They were trying to escape and almost succeeding.

So I was awakened this morning by my roommate sneaking outside to try and see the eclipse. Something told me that I wasn't going to be honored enough to see that kind of beauty. It could be the fact that I already used up my beauty seeing for the last twenty-four hours when I got to see my friends at MMM last night. It could also be that it was way early in the morning. Of course, Rodney was excited when he found me awake. He jumped up on my chest and started encouraging me to begin the trek to the kitchen to feed him. I rolled over. I snuggled my blankie. I went back to sleep.

I decided to squeeze some moments of peace into my day by curling up on a couch and watching my toes. This may not sound exciting, but it is rather soothing. I recommend it. Especially if there is a little sunlight about to warm your heart and some silence that remains unbroken.

"Listen,
To the song here in my heart
A melody I've start
But can't complete

Listen, to the sound from deep within
It's only beginning
To find release

Oh,
the time has come
for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own
all cause you won't
Listen....

Listen,
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home, in my own home
And I tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Oh,
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling...

You should have listened
There is someone here inside
Someone I'd thought had died
So long ago

Oh I'm screaming out, for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside or worse
Into your own
All cause you won't
Listen...

I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't....
If you won't....

LISTEN!!!..."

~Beyonce

I wanted to know I loved you
But I couldn't remember how
And now that I know it's true
It doesn't seem to matter now

I wanted to know how to approach
The one person I felt could match
All my love with no reproach
But now I just step back and watch

I wanted to know you loved me
But I fear you will never tell
And now I just want to be
Alone again with this belle...

I managed to squeeze in some quality girl time yesterday. Only four of us made it out to find out what it means to "Become Jane", but we had a good time anyway. For some reason, I always enjoy movies about poets, novelists, and writers of all sorts. This one was particularly good (spoiler alert) since the main character didn't kill herself at the end. Well, she didn't kill herself literally, but great minds always find unique ways to die without the world taking much notice.

So I barely seem to have time to schedule all the potential events that go on in my world. I frequently find myself having to toss a coin and pick one. I wonder if this means I am trying to do too many things. I may have the abilities and interests of about twenty people, but I have one very cranky body and this causes some limitations. For instance, I don't think I am ready to become an ice skater, so I will just watch them on television from time to time.

Another fun feature of the evening was being the Amazon protectress of my friends. Well, one of them anyway. As the massive waves of potential drunks wandered past us, she'd grab onto me and hold on for dear life. One would not expect someone to behave in such a way to their mother-in-law, but nothing in my world is normal, now is it?

"You never miss the water till the well has run dry." ~Irish Proverb

"To regret deeply is to live afresh." ~Thoreau

I have no intention of bursting through the door with no invitation. I suppose that is how I resemble the vampire I used to be on Saturday nights. I certainly didn't play the games of sexual politics (not that I am not equipped to do so--I am just over-equipped--I have a self-esteem). As any one who has ever knocked on a door knows, however, after a while your arm tires, your knuckles start to bleed, and no matter how determined you are, you must stop knocking or move on to the next door. I think it may be about that time. More is the pity for those who weren't answering.

So it is a Friday and it must be spent a certain day. I woke up. I went to work. I came home from work. I dedicated some time with hanging out with a friend. I finally saw "Words and Lyrics". I admit I was picturing some throwing of beans, especially in scenes with senseless plant killing. You know how I love those violent films. Not much else to see here. I need to work on my exciting habits to liven this up...