a photo prediction of my new year’s eve
just a prediction. maybe everyone will cancel at the last minute, want to stay home, and we’ll play canasta. i’ll still get one hip shake to “men without hats”.
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lately i need earplugs for night’s silence; its mute heartbeat CLANGS in my ears keeping me from pastel dreamland.
parched eyeballs dry heave, weary from tv screens, books, magazines, and computers…..they are my new ineffectual sleeping aids.
i have taken the ambien path. an effective path. a path that garners at least 8 uninterrupted hours of quality slumber. a path paved with soothing, snug, seductive sheets; pillows that caress and cosset; bewitching and benevolent blankets doting away my sorrows, past and present. a path also paved with sparrows and rabbits (cartoon form) magically appearing to frolic and lullaby me to sleep. further down this loopy lane i’ll find myself plucking sweet peas and tulips from my nightgown with which i’ll then fashion into the most beautiful bouquet. but not before i’ll have a final 48 minutes of total and complete amnesia.
yes, i wake up refreshed. i also wake up to ninety-eight new facebook friends, a missing jar of costco size peanut butter, and a one broken heel on my favorite kate spade pumps.
so, i’m off the ambien route, and back to valerian, warm tea (yes the herbal kind!!!), and counting golden retrievers.
resolution #1: find (non-amy winehouse) sleep remedy
happy wednesday loves.
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parties give me a turn.
although i have every intention of belle-ing it up, by the fourth round of it’s kind of like pilates, i’m ready to lie in front of the next oncoming speeding train. i can’t remedy this anxiety. i’m most certainly a social person. i can’t love enough on the men and women who bag my groceries. the secrets spilled during my venti drip acquisitions would make you blush (dylan at peet’s i own you for life)……….baristas are fabulous raconteurs.
but why is it at a party twenty plus, no matter how pretty my dress, i end up tucking away (usually with a dog), or leaving early feeling rotten, blue, and incompetent.
i envy you butterflies who’s wings expand with the crowd.
we went to an engagement party this weekend. dear friends. practically family. my heart did a toe-touch i was so happy to see them. an hour later i was looking for a bed to hide under.
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the melancholy monday.
aft days of mirth and merrymaking, morning seems earlier and gruffer. the air has lost its buzz and hum.
a little shimmer and twinkle can always nudge a spring in my step, take me into fairy princess world where everything can be cured with a little glitter and a long, pretty dress.
so here’s a little sparkle for your spirit. flicker wherever you are, and dazzle ‘em for the rest of your day.
milkteef, fashion gone rogue, sea of shoes, beautyliesintheeye, sarah kaye, living etc.,
i knew those fendi shoes were over the top!!! even cruelty free they still were an asshole thing to ask for.
so santa, on hands and knees, because in all seriousness if i do stand i vomit, i revise my grown-up xmas list. this year i ask for a settled stomach and 98.6 degree temperature. i yearn for at least 6 uninterrupted hours of heave free sleep, and food and water i only have to taste once. santa can you ask your elves to please whip me up a potent elixir to obliterate this which has demon taken over my body? i know tis the season to be welcoming and charitable, but whatever bug/virus i seemed to have caught needs to find another muthafuckin christmas hostess.
merry. merry. bleh.
on hands and knees i’ve remained for the last twenty-four hours. as of press time i’ve thrown up 31 times.
water, perrier, 7-up, orange crush, orange juice, root beer; nothing is taming this bug. i wish i could actually enjoy this trip down carbonation lane.
if anyone has any holiday weight they need to lose, feel free to come make out with me. i’ll only charge you a bottle of pepto bismo.
that’s all for now. off to hang with my new friend mr. kohler.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much pleasure thou can’st give me
just in case he IS checking his list twice here is what i would be asking for if we lived in that magical world where friends weren’t sick, parents didn’t fret over bills, animals frolicked freely, a soldier’s watch was limited to his sleeping child, and our earth pumped out big gulps of clean, unpolluted air.
alas, this world eludes me. yet. till then, here’s my shameless, materialistic christmas list.
grand? i think so. but tis just a wish list. health, peace of mind, safety, and a better world nix fendi shoes all day long.
have a jolly tuesday!
images: troy house, country living, coastal living, net-a-porter, paul costello, frank w. ockenfels, flickr.
volume up friends.
this is what the beasts and i are dance partying around to this morning (thank you chuck).
rumps shaking and breathless we managed to give a goat.
the striking resemblance to the dairy buck sent truman into quite a rattled and distressed state. convinced we were paypal-ing HIM to a Ugandan, AIDS ravaged community, upon where he’d be milked daily and impregnated yearly, truman has stowed himself somewhere in the house hiding from us evil slave traders. two hours now and no truman.
sawyer, priscilla and i will continue to dance in efforts to draw brother out.
happy monday loveys!!!
regretfully, i’ve yet to feel the fa la la.
even with a tree that would resurrect liberace, boughs of holly decking my halls, and celine dion feliz navidad-ing me every four hours on sirius radio (the only way french-canadien chanteuses can) i still can’t get into the holiday humor.
usually a couple “o holy nights”,
a whiff of belle fleur neroli pine,
and a few venti drips in the “special” cup
and i’m ready to ho ho ho.
but so far. bleh.
it’s time to bring in hollywood.
the following films never fail to jingle my jolly buttons. i usually watch them on or the day before christmas. but you know what they say: desperate times call for cuter outfits!!
here are my best-loved holiday humdingers.
have to say…..just amassing the movies and links (click the images for film info) is getting me into a one horse open sleigh kinda mood.
have a ring-a-ling, hear them sing weekend friends.
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