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Got Me A Raquet

I learned to play squash this weekend. Dan bought me a raquet a few weeks ago, and I finally took it out for a use. I'm not too bad - and it's great exercise. Plus, there is something truly motivating about slamming that little black ball as hard as you can. We played on Saturday and Sunday - boy did my body ache.

I hit the craft store again and purchased more paints, stencils and wooden boxes. I've always loved jewelry boxes - so i'm hoping I can make some purrty ones.

i'm not writing well today. i keep spelling this wrong. signing off.

The Friendly Fire of Cheney

There is a lot of irony in the Dick Cheney shooting.

When I heard the news - in my snoozing slumber - I said, "no fucking way." It didn't prompt me to wake up, but I'll admit - I've thought about it a lot throughout the day. In a way - the whole event makes me chuckle because, well, it involves an asshole named Cheny. But when you really sit and think about guns - fuck a duck - this is no laughing matter. Having grown up in an NRA-supportive family; losing a mother to a .38; and having a father who used to shoot for sport and who still sees absolutley nothing wrong with keeping a gun in a household with children, I can safely say...who fucking knows. Having a gun hasn't helped out my family life whatsoever. No protection there. It just gave my mother an option for which to kill herself. A gun just gave Cheny another option to wreak havoc on the life of yet another American. Sorry to be so idealistic.

Bored

so i think i bored my therapist yesterday. i was babbling away at about how i've shed a good portion of my materialist ways. i said goodbye with a comment about hitting the salon. yes, i'm an idiot. yeah so i hit the salon for a pedicure and eyebrow waxing. my big toe got messed up. the owner of the store commented on how relaxed i looked as i was getting my feet massaged. ahhh...i'm convinced that i will never get a decent eyebrow wax while i'm living in 'Thaca. i was tweezing the hairs between my brows before i went to sleep last night. guess she forget about those little suckers.

i'm currently researching sports blogs, and it's not interesting whatsoever. basically, this is what i've read: SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOW, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, SUPER BOWL, and MORE SUPER BOWL.

i have a client that i'm batting a big zero for. i thought it would be a slam dunk. was i sadly mistaken. when you've gone solo, you've got to accept all of the faiure. it sucks.

A Hobby

Previous pasttimes (sorry if there are a lot of spelling errors in this entry)

• Musical instruments. Growing up I played three: violin, oboe and piano. I sucked at all of them.
• Volleyball. In high school I throroughly enjoyed this sport. When my sister began to play I would play with her. She no longer plays - though there is still a beach court at my folks' house.
• Softball. I played since I was little, and love to toss the ball around. Unfortunately, I can't find my mit. I've played with Pete when he was in a league, but really no one to play with. I don't know if Dan can catch.
• Stamps. Yes, I collected these. I actually think I could be sitting on some loot. When I used to go antiqueing with my parents, I would make small purchase. I still have them all - in mint condition. Antiques Roadshow?
• Crochet. Again, when I was little, my fingaz could work it. I've since forgotten how.
• Writing Poetry. In high school and college, I would write for hours. College girls always make Sylvia Plath so sexy. I - in fact - do not like to read poetry even though I have taken like a million poetry classes.
• Yoga. I've been to a few bikram yoga classes. I like it, but i'm so self-conscious and afraid i'm going to fart or laugh at someone else who does.
• Gym. For a while I was going each night after work. Then some retard (literally) kept repetitively hitting on me and I got fed up.
• Reading Books. All the time still.
• Reading Magazines. No as much as I used to, which is bad. My biz requires it - even if it's Us Weekly.
• Running trails. In high school and college I would regularly run the trails at Reis Park - not too much as I've got that asthma thing, but I did it and enjoyed it. These days, everytime I run my ankle gives out and I fall on my face. Plus I just don't have the lung capacity.
• Jewelry Making. Used to love it. Made some ugly shit. Now my fingaz are too clumsy.

Like I've said, I've tried puzzles, knitting and drawing. I think I might try yoga again. Any thoughts on potential new hobbies.

Don't Like Em

In my quest to find a hobby, I started a puzzle on Saturday. The scene is of a red bard in some woods that sits behind a pretty little pond. Ten minutes in and I felt tension. Unless it's 20 gigantic wooden pieces, I simple don't have the patience or the spatial reasoning to tackle a 500 piece puzzle...But Dan has just about completed it.

I did hit up the craft store yesterday. I've decided to tackle a arts & crafts project as part of Shannon's 30th birthday gift. Shan - sorry to make you the guinea pig. (If it's fugly, I won't mind if you chuck it.) I also picked up a sketch pad and some colored pencils. I fought off the urge to by crayons. I mean I already have my cray pas. Anyway, I found myself writing letters to my mom in the sketch pad. It felt good to get things out - as there is nothing worse than sitting around on a sunday and picking up the phone to call your mom, but she's not ever going to be there again. I don't know if I like all of the crying I'm doing though as I write.

Anyway, I finally put together my office chair, which I'm trying to get used to. I also cleaned the house, did laundry, went for a great walk with Baby and saw MatchPoint. I liked it, but Dan said it moved incredibly slow. I decided to watch Annie Hall the next day, but I haven't finished it. So far I'm really enjoying it.

Today I don't feel much like working, but can't afford to slack. Signing off.

Hi Y'All

so i've been sitting at this frigging desk since like 7 am and i'm tired. i can't believe how quickly this week flew by. i seriously haven't had a chance to do anything. i have a load of laundry that's been sitting in the washing machine - all wet - for like 3 days. let's not even get into my office. a quarter of it is covered by newspapers and magazines. then there is the bra I pulled off today while i was working. god damn repressive thing.

so, i'm reading this fabulous book by Terry McMillan called The Interruption of Everything. i love it. it just has such an easy going writing flow. i have to admit, the front cover is awful. for such an acclaimed (popular) writer, you'd think they'd give her top designer.

i have to go see a movie this weekend. i've been saying it for like the last three weeks and then i do too much on saturday morning and am too tired to go. i really would like to see match point. i have to put togehter the new desk chair i purchased last weekend. it was too big to fit into either of our cars.

i had weird dreams last night. i rarely dream about my mother, but this was some major stuff, which I can only recall bits and pieces. i need to take some alone time and put it all together. gosh, i miss her so much.

it's scary to look at her pictures and realize that her face is becoming a memory to me. i can never begin to explain how that feels. it just eats away at me. one day i will not remember her laugh lines or the way her eyes looked when she woke up in the morning. signing off.

American Pie Star Loses Mind

for some redick reason, i'm very intrigued by Natasha Lyonne's downward spiral. i mean what happens to someone's brain to make them threaten to molest a dog?

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