Birthday Blah

So Monday is my birthday, but I have taken the day off. I can't stand the idea of being trapped at work on my birthday. I need that day to myself. I need to do the things that I do on the high fish holiday, that is shop and cry. Sometimes I indulge in a facial, but mostly I just shed tears. I can't explain when my birthday turned into this. I enjoy all of February, and look forward to my birthday with the anticipation that most reserve for Christmas, but on the actual day. Well, things just get bad. I want to think that this year will be different, but I am feeling blue already. So I guess that I am Friday's child giving warm salty tears.

Kiss me with your mouth....

Talk this week of kissing tiny toes and sweet little feet has put in my mind imagines of my men. I think of all the soft sweet places on the body that I love to plant little kisses upon. I love the mystery of the male body, all hardness and muscle, and then suddenly a soft spot, sweet smells and tenderness. Perhaps it is just when you are in love, suddenly you want to shower kisses along rough shaved cheeks and bury your face in sweaty necks. Or perhaps it is just me, a silly romantic fish that can’t get enough of the way he smells when he first wakes up.

Sandy toes

I want to run away. Perhaps a change of location would allow me to smile all the time. I know that this is not realistic, but the pull of the unknown sings out me. The mystery of the world, unknown people, loves, and locations all stretch out before me. I read other blogs, and suddenly the image of sandy toes seems a symbol for freedom. A moment when I can lay aside adulthood and be free.

Happy Valentine's Day

(Cupid the Voyeur by Rachel Girard)

To love a person is to learn the song
That is in their heart,
And to sing it to them
When they have forgotten.
~ Anonymous ~

I hope that everyone has a wonderful Valentine's day. Later I will post stories of valentine's days gone wrong, but for now I am enjoying the morning.
XOXOXO

It is a strange, strange world

I have been tagged by Holly. Ten things that are strange, random and/or weird about me. I feel like I am always just a little strange here, but I am going to try to list 10 new things.

1. When I am sick, I crave fierce grape gatorade.
2. Since I was a child, I have always thought that I would be dead by a certain age. As a matter of fact, I have about 12 days before that age has past.
3. I have a fantasy that one day – if I become very wealthy, I will hire a pair of little men (midgets) to walk in front of me, kicking open doors and holding fans at such an angle as to make my hair and clothes fly around.
4. I have a make-up addiction. I have tons of it. I love it. I long to be very organized with it, but it is all kept jumbled together in a caboodle.
5. I feel naked if I don’t have on earrings and a bracelet.
6. I can’t watch people doing embarrassing things. Even on a sitcom, I will change the channel. It makes me very uncomfortable.
7. I love strawberry milk. It tastes like childhood to me. When I drink it I feel young and happy.
8. I am slightly claustrophobic in elevators, especially if people stand very close to me.
9. I love lemongrass soap, a specifically one, it smells like lemon fruit loops. The lady that makes it has a booth at the local art fair. Every first Saturday of the month, I go to her booth and buy soap. I usually don’t linger to enjoy the rest of the booths. It is in for soap and out again.
10. I think that mangos taste the way feet smell. I can’t stand them, and I can always tell if mango is in a dish or drink.

I can't think of ten people to tag, so I will just tag Changa and anyone else that would like to play.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to my own personal superhero. Love you my sweet baby brother....

In accordance with the brother/sister pact of the 1974, this post will self destruct in five seconds.

Spring, here spring....

Phil Punxsutawney, did not see his shadow this year. I know I watched the video. I watched as his handlers pulled him from his happy home. Watched as he was thrust high in the air. Screamed along with the crowds of people cheering him on (well, I was at work so it was more internal, but scream I did). I watched as he shakes with fear, joy, and/or performance anxiety. I hold my breath as he is placed on the log. He does not see his shadow. Spring is right around the corner. The crowd roars, the mayor reads as speech, all is well with the world. So I ask you Phil, where the hell is spring? I am a cold Houstonian, and that is not a cool thing.

So, here I am a cold and damp Friday’s child giving you a taste of spring.

Starbuck's Drinkers Back Off

I think that I look cute today. Something that very rarely happens. I like the dress, the jewelry, the boots. My hair could be a little straighter (listen up hair!), but really I feel normal today and not quite like the creature from the black lagoon.

So why do I feel like all the people in Starbuck's are judging me? As I sit and wait for my creamy frappy goodness, it seems all eyes are on me. Eck! Step off Starbuck's drinkers, I am cute today.

Fight, fight, fight

I have new neighbors. Living above me is a woman who recently divorced. She has a boyfriend that visits all the time, no seriously, all the time. Last night, I walked the puppy around the block, and upon our arrival home, I find my new neighbors in the middle of a fight. Well, at first I don't realize that it is a fight. I see her run down the stairs, and he follows. He grabs her and holds her against his car. I hear raised voices.

Quickly I think of what I should do. I panic. I have no choice; I have to walk past them to get to my house. It is very close quarters, so I am basically joining their space for a moment. He is ranting about half used boxes of condoms and cigarettes. (Why must people cheat?) How she has forced their business out into the public because she ran outside. Of course, had he just shut up for the few seconds that it took for me to walk past them, I would have never known. Men, however, don't seem to think this way.

Of course, Jade in all her puppy seeing people joy, tries to run up to them. She wiggles, she jumps, she begs for attention as I drag her past. I want to whisper down to her - don't you see it is not a joyful moment? She does not understand why I will not let her visit.

I try not to make eye contact as I walk past, dragging the happy one behind me. But I pause for a moment to silently thank god that I currently have none of that drama in my life. Then I spend the next hour listening to them slam doors above my head.

Trumpets blare....

10:30 at the office. I have checked my emails, read all the blogs that I love to hop around to, paid some bills on-line, checked my bank account, (groan), read my horoscope, walked to Starbucks and generally avoid doing actual work. It is going to be a long boring day.

Well, I am off to hide in the ladies' room.