You ever have a moment when you suddenly realize what you're wearing as you putter around the house? *cartoony alligator boxers *monster slippers *the Tick t-shirt *chicken hat Damn I'm hawt!
Apparently, the Basement has been organized about 6 times in the past year and a half. Including a huge pick-up truck to the recycle center. Each time it was sorted into everyone's departments where they had to be on top of their own. But then the fumes got to 'em. Popped brain cells. Anxiety. Killer headaches.
Huh.
I'll be hanging out up here in the supply cabinet instead. Ah, the feel of Post-It notes... :)
The basement here is full of exhaust fumes. Stinky migraine inducing fumes.
Why was I in the basement, you ask?
After 3 cups of coffee and the world's biggest slice of strawberry pie - I was like a hamster on crack! Cohorts sent me down there to burn off my fidgets and facial tics by organizing the super mess. 40 minutes later I was back upstairs feeling totally sick with a huge headache. It's been over an hour now and I'm still feeling ooky. But damn how I want to go organize some more!
-Fluffy soft kitten head butting me as I type -GF's who sew vintage patches on new messenger bags after I throw a tantrum about how crooked it was when I tried -Making a meal together at home and nothing burned -Clean laundry -Watching the VF sleep = cuteness -Looking forward to going to work in the morning (gasp!) -Being like 80% done with anything shopping related for Xmas -New ideas for NANOWRIMO stuff... better late than never -A web page that worked -Full hamster cheeks
Apparently I'm supposed to only take on 50% of a relationship. Who knew? I think I was averaging between 88 - 93%. Gah. And I'm supposed to stand my ground and then let it be what it is. Period. While honoring my inner rebellious teenager that integrated over the summer. Gah! And then I'm supposed to look at life through Bear's eyes. (can I sniff through Bear's nose, too?) Better hurry up on that tattoo then. Gah?
Lots of clearing. Guess I had some sort of pod/egg/blocking-pair-of-pants on me. And, as usual, a block on my throat. Hrmn.
Recommended vocal training classes. To make me talk from my heart and not the front of my head. Said it would make my voice sound lower. Which would make Brain more Briany.
And I'm supposed to re-examine what I define as professional. Then like it or lump it as it relates to "me."
Yeah yeah yeah. I knew all that. But sometimes I just need a super charming Shaman chickie to remind me.
New job rocks. New cohorts rock. Sanding off some rough edges in relationship. A certain someone finally opening up about some big mooshy stuff. Shaman appts! Health insurance. Standing up for my auntie. Eyesight. Wide hipped cats. Turning off the TV each night for at least an hour. Feeling useful again. Stress-free cartoon doodles. Clean bedding. New wheat free friends with sincere empathy for each other. Learning that I have a lot more to learn about GBLTQI stuff, especially politics. Feeling like I fit in.
I pierced my FACE! It's amusing to watch me eat. And even more amusing to watch me startle myself if it hooks on my bottom teeth. What the hell was I thinking? I'm too old for this. Right? And the moment of blond... That too was a weird one. I obviously need to go get the fuckin' tattoo and be done with it. Nothing is going to satisfy my adrenaline cravings like a tattoo. (or California Screaming, but let's be reasonable... airfare is $$$)
Hm, what else is going on... -I got a promotion at work. Only 3 weeks there and I've taken on a second position. Wootage to me. I'll have health insurance starting Dec 1. -Got gramma packed upa bit. Going back on Thursday. Might wrangle my bubbie in for a couple hours too. Oh, and he's up for an interview as second in command over at the restaurant. Send the boy happy vibes, eh? He needs this! -Anticipating Pantheacon. -Wondering how in the world I could swing time/money to go to the Nat'l Gay & Lez Task Force convention thing in February. If I can get CEU's or some kind of scholarship thing via the clinic... hm. -I'm officially impossibly behind on NANOWRIMO and that's ok. It got me to write down my idea so I wouldn't forget it. That's enough if it's all that gets written.
Shout Outs to the VF for her uber process meeting facilitating. Walking in tonight felt a world of difference! Happy Tummy! And a shout to Arna for her 12 million words she's already written in NANO. Keep on trucking! Oh, and shout to SheRa just because she's cute.
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