July 9, 2009
So, alone at the house for a couple of days. This means loud music ANY TIME OF DAY OR NIGHT!!!
This morning I can’t stop dancing. Perhaps it’s my new T-shirt from the school I just got back from. Perhaps, it’s the drumbeat that makes my shoulders begin to move. Aw, it’s always the drum beat. A good drum beat energizes me, makes me lose myself. I love it!
Passion Pit- Eyes Like Candles
I am sorry for the creepy still photo video accompanying the song!
February 6, 2009
I haven’t quite figured this one out yet. I suppose it’s because I see how lovely they make women legs look, and they seem like they would be fun. And for someone who doesn’t wear them (and probably for someone who does) I walk well in them. I can dance in high heels. Just last week I tried on some four inch stilettos with a platform. They made me somewhere over six feet tall. The main problem with heels, is I fall, a lot. I fall wearing any type of shoes. I fall wearing clogs. I fall wearing Converse. In the end there isn’t much to this post. Only a wistfulness that I could wear high heels. I also wish they didn’t hurt my toes so much!
February 4, 2009
My obsession with Michelle Obama continues. A old friend (he is not old, older than me, but, we caught up recently) and I have begun our political movement based off of the strap of Michelle Obama’s Inaugural Gown designed by Jason Wu. At first I wasn’t too fond of the strap. But as I looked at the dress, I realized I like the strap. After forcing my friend, by email to stare at the dress, (or at least he was nice enough to pretend) he realized his love for the strap as well. (that sounds either dirty, or like a violent parent). Our Political Movement, well, we haven’t quite figured out what it stand for, or what we hope to accomplish. We just know we are the SO’s. Or the Strap On’s! But we wrap ourselves in chiffon and fight for the greater good of the strap!
August 30, 2008
McCain has learned the secret. The secret that any woman who wants to vote can be swayed by a candidate with a vagina. No matter how polar (bear hating) opposite Palin may be from Clinton, we women will vote for her, because OH MY GOD, SHE’S A WOMAN!!!! I have thrown my pro-choice, work to save the environment, not in favor of guns, beliefs out the window for Palin’s vag!!!
Yeah, I was never a Hillary supporter. I mean she’s a great POLITICIAN!!!! Both Clintons are great POLITICIANS!! Their marriage has to be a sham. Maybe it was once built on love, now though, maybe respect, but really, it’s about getting ahead.
I am a full supporter of Obama and having a woman in the White House doesn’t sway me, unless that woman candidate is the utmost qualified candidate for the position.
Thank you John McCain for realizing we women cannot tell the difference between one woman and another. Thank you for realizing at the end of the day, we are all pretty silly, and probably should count ourselves lucky that we even get the opportunity to vote.
Let’s get a real woman in the House here:
August 28, 2008
I am infatuated with Michelle Obama. Before her speech, I didn’t really know much about her. She absolutely wowed me! She wrote her own speech (with tweaking from Barack’s speechwriters), she is so well spoken. She is lovely, graceful, stylish. Seriously, I cannot get over her outfits the past couple of nights, just gorgeous. Watching her on Colbert Report, she is able to laugh at herself and at her husband, not in a mean spiteful way, but in a “he may be running for President but he still has to do the dishes after dinner” kind of way. The two of them seem like a great match, intellectually, idealistically, and fashionably! I loved their little “punch in” that people were so up in arms about. That’s what we need, a couple who truly honor one another. They must be the next first family!
I want to have coffee with Michelle Obama! We could go for iced coffee (although I see her as more of a latte drinker) and cranberry/orange scones!!
August 14, 2008
While I would prefer to keep my migraines out of this blog, I have found that it may be near to impossible. You see, I suffer chronic daily headaches as well as frequent migraines.
Oh they’re clever too. They can strike quickly, or very sloooow! Sometimes my fingers begin to tingle. Every once in a while I become mean, unbearably mean, like the bully who would pick out any physical trait that made for good fodder. There are times that I become rock bottom depressed wondering how my world began to suck so hard.
Then there is the the slow loss of my vocabulary. It used to be after a severe migraine, I would lose words very easily. I pictured my brain with grill marks charred into it. Now though, everyday I struggle to find words and often wind my way around to what I’m attempting to in say in five words rather than two.
As a poet this is turning out to be the hardest part.
Sure migraines are good material for poems. The intense pounding of my head, seeing weird lights, feeling like a pencil is being pushed into my temple or sometimes my inner eye. Or the time (TMI ahead) I threw up red Gatorade and (not wearing my glasses) thought I had internal bleeding!
But this loss of words has really thrown me. I was used to losing words for a day or two during recovery from a brutal migraine. Now, I forget words daily, or for a week at a time. I have to describe to Mike what I am trying to say, in order to find the word. It’s a little unsettling.
It also leads to a lot more revising in my poems.
July 28, 2008
GM arrived late. Apparently his flights were delayed because of weather. I had planned to take my camera, but fearing having to give it up, took an Iphone instead. Booo, they didn’t even check for cameras (I didn’t take a bag with me.)
This is not my photo, but see that little yellow Tinkerbelle like light? (I inserted it) That is roughly where I sat. Seriously, was within throwing distance of GM. I saw him up close–a weird dream of mine since at least elementary school when I had my blackmarket copy of Faith bought from the Flea Market.
He apologized for being late. Starting with, Fast Love. During “Feeling Good” the screens were filled with sexy burlesque footage of Dita Von Teese. After the song, George joked that after his second American show he realized he’d shot himself in the foot by using the footage, because the straight men were checking her out, the gay boys and the girls were wondering where they could get her dresses and no one was paying attention to him.
GM drinks Gatorade (who knew!) They’d darken the stage between songs so he could grab a drink. (Classy I thought!)
There was as 20 minute intermission. I don’t get people buying food at concert. I can see getting a bottle of water, but nachos, or French fries? Eat before the show!
During “Outside” he came out dressed as a cop. DAMN! He looked good in those snug pants.
His energy never seemed to waver and neither did his voice. He never hit bad note, never went flat or sharp or out of tune. Amazing. He danced like crazy.
There was a dude wearing a silly getup of Faith era boots with peacock feathers glued on, a boa, a dress shirt and short skirt. Unfortunately, every time he hitched at his pantyhose, I caught a whiff of ballsweat. Not appealing.
The couple sitting next to me left after three songs or so. Who does that? Pays a bunch of money for a ticket then takes off?
It was a great show. I smiled the whole time. And wore earplugs. I have no idea how people could manage the show without them. I took them out briefly when I was leaving and had to put them back in.
I bought a kids size lg Wham! shirt! I love it.
After the show, the Iphone had died. I couldn’t catch a cab. It was midnight. I was supposed to take the train to Sullivan station and call Mike. But with no cell phone action… the payphones cost $.50 and I had a quarter! I considered walking home. Instead I waited for the bus. Since I expected Mike to pick me up, I had no keys. Once I got home I had to yell loudly “MIKE!” luckily he heard me the first time and let me in.
I was tired. BUT I SAW GEORGE MICHAEL IN PERSON!!!!!!
July 27, 2008
Tonight, I see George Michael. I’ve waited many years for this night. Waited for him to go on tour. Will I have anything else after tonight? I will have seen the concert I’ve wanted to see since I was in mid school.
GEORGE MICHAEL!!!!
July 24, 2008
He woke me up with his crying in the middle of the night. Not that big a deal. I did have a migraine, but I know if I had to rely on someone to take me out to poop, I’d hope for someone compassionate to the plight of my innards. It was 3am. I was barely awake as I put his leash on, fumbled for my shoes, taking what to Hoolie, must have seemed like eons. We finally got downstairs to the yard. Now, my way of picking up dog poop is a bit unconventional. I will admit I have been made fun of on more than one occasion. What I do is position the bag open underneath his bottom, so that the handles are touching his back legs. It’s embarrassing when someone walks by and sees this. However, last night, I missed some. So while I’m cleaning up, Hoo decides to eat some grass. I stop hims as quick as I notice. But once, we got upstair he starts heaving, and he runs to where all of our shoes are placed, so I drag him away from the shoes and he pukes up a bunch of grass. By this time my guy is out of bed as I come storming in saying something about Hoolie puking. Hoolie walked in before and ran to the rug in the bedroom and once again begins wretching. So again, I drag him to wood floor and let him have at it. I had to clean up the nasty slimy stomach acid and grass in the hallway while my guy cleans up the mess in the bedroom. And while we are doing this, Hoolie sneaks back to his bed and falls fast asleep!!!!
