honesty*rain

what a lovely thought.

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh,” he whispered.

“Yes, Piglet?”

“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw, “I just wanted to be sure of you.””

rediscovered here today.

My chiropractor is the kind of guy who could be a guru. The good kind. Like a motivational guru guy. But not the kind wearing robes and chanting and taking your money to line his own pockets. Not that kind. More the Anthony Robbins kind. Only much shorter.

Every time I go in for an adjustment he’s got a new quote up on a wipe board in the adjustment room. I love it. I think it’s such a great way to start my day: a little mucking about with my spine and a few words of wisdom.

But I only see him once a week and so do not get a daily dose of other people’s wisdom. Which is why I did a search. When in need, Google it.

I’m going to start posting a (near) (because you know me) daily quotational tidbit, beginning today.

on parenting:

Don’t worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you. ~Robert Fulghum

Right? I think so.

Took me long enough buy I’ve finally watched Grey’s Anatomy from last week. I KNOW. The season premiere and I JUST watched it? Have I lost my everloving mind? What exactly the hell?

I think it’s because I want to make it last. Like I know it’s there and if I watch it it’ll be over and I kind of think I don’t want it to be over. Isn’t that dramatic? And not just a little pathetic?

I KNOW.

But I’ve watched it now and even though a hundred people have said they didn’t think it was any heck I DISAGREE. I think it was lovely. George loves Izzy too! And even though Meredith continues to be a total flake (breaking up woth Derek! madness!) they do end up in bed and that’s something. Although I don’t really care if they break up. As long as he’s there I’m happy.

I’m super happy because now I only have to wait ONE DAY to see the next episode. A benefit from waiting so long to watch the last. Only, let’s be honest. I’ll end up waiting to watch tomorrow’s episode just as long.

I KNOW.

Now what do you all think of the epsiode? If you can remember back that far.

there’s some stuff going on within my extended family. serious brand stuff. and i always find having the weight of the internet behind you does wonders for helping send things down the path of goodness and joy. so if you can, please keep a thought. this next while will be challenging but also best. doing the best thing isn’t always easy and this is one of those times. and yet chosing anything less than the best thing is absurd.

thank you for your thoughts. they are appreciated and felt.

I’ve been asked by the lovely cybervassals to write for a fun new site she’s concocted. if they weren’t celebrities pokes fun at the absurdity of the celebrity news machine by suggesting that if it were anyone else, this wouldn’t be news. I mean, who cares if Paris Hilton spent ten minutes in jail? If some guy called Vinnie did the same we’d never hear about it.

My first article is here. It’s a freakin’ thrill a minute.

So check us out and have a laugh at the expense of people who are treated as though they matter a whole bunch, but really? Don’t.

one, i cannot pole dance worth a damn.

two, it takes a lot to get me drunk these days.

three, i shouldn’t drink shooters.

four, i am so not ever drinking again.

five, until my short term memory forgets.

i don’t know where i’ve been, grey’s anatomy wise, because i like the show and never ever miss an episode but rarely look forward to it with the same enthusiasm i once did. largely because i just have so little time to even think about watching tv anymore. which? weird!

but then just now i was looking at the guide trying to figure out which shows were new and whatever and lookit! grey’s is two hours long tonight. i think i had a little orgasm in my panties. while trying to catch my breath. it was practically an r-rated moment. which? weird!

so anyway, how are you lot? i think i’ve started writing my novel. which? weird!

two hours! grey’s! renewed anthusiasm! of an orgasmic variety, it would seem.

I was just walking along eating a dinosaur shaped arrowroot biscuit when lo but my right foot was soaking wet from a puddle of icey water on the kitchen floor. Which is when I remembered oh, this fridge, it’s fooked. And so it naturally follows that I must discuss the matter on the internet. Because self publishing? A safe haven for all manner of nonsense.

But tell me, what kind of fridge should I buy? We want a side by side with water and ice but of course we all know the perils of a side by side with water and ice. Are they too stupid for words? Do only the oddest of people really buy and LIKE them? Tell me, few remaining people who bother to check this site. I must know what you think.

Extra points for any lovely links you provide sending me to look at the fridge of YOUR dreams. Like maybe as many as ten extra points. In a game where points matter even though you had no idea you were playing.

I’ve had a bit of a time lately. Stress, family brand. I’ve tried to write about it several times but it’s so uninteresting, really. How do you make my sister is mean to me sound like anything mroe than grade eight wimpering? I should be over it by now.

But I am so not. The past few weeks have been yet another opportunity to consider my own role in the several crazy family relationships I am a part of. And the fact that these people would see fault in me if I had cash money flying out my ass and directly into their bank accounts. Because ew, money from a bum? I want different money. Get me different money. Nothing is good enough for these people.

I’ve spent the better part of my life trying to please people who, ultimately, don’t really have any interest in finding me pleasing. There is something to be said for the fact that they need to not like me, really, on any sort of actual human level and while that’s so not okay, it has to be okay. Because I think the time has come for me to just say alright lookit, I don’t return phone calls (and other deep horrible failings on my part) but I’m okay with that.

I Like Myself Because I’m Me.

As long as that’s okay with you.

It’s ridiculous to sit here saying there are people in the world who intimidate me, but there you have it. They are the people I grew up with (and their spouses). I am intimadted by the fears and insecurities of my brothers and sister.

Rather, I was. Because the time has come. Another attempt at letting that go. Have never had any luck til now but I think I’m ready. Fingers crossed.

Because waking up in the middle of the night last night anxious about what they think of me? That was stupid and never ever again.

The past several months have been something like torture. The near constant press coverage of the Anna Nicole Smith melodrama led me to consider an Elvis Presley approach to television management until I finally realized that if I screamed loud enough Dan would turn it off out of just wanting me to stop. And despite my refusing to intentionally soak up anything ANS related I have managed to not only know exactly what is going on but also to have developed opinions on the matter.

I knew Birkhead was the babydaddy. Much as Dan somehow knew Clinton was lying. We have a sense of these things, Dan and I.

Throughout this ridiculous post death process I have refused to clutter my mind with up to the minute coverage of absolutely jack squat, but I confess that my interest perked a little when Dan gave me the news this morning. Larry Birkhead seemed to me the most genuine person in all of this. The lawyer husband (whatever his name is, I’ve no need of knowing) creeps me out and I found myself thinking he must have had something to do with it all in some sinister way. Birkhead, on the other hand, came across as a normal guy who honestly believed the child was his. Turns out, he knew what he was talking about and good for him not letting it go. Good for Dannielynn to because maybe with him she’ll have a chance at normal. Life with the lawyer husband who did not take issue with a constantly drugged up pastic wife could not have been so. Plus how long before she would be added to the list of people within his circle who turned up dead from drug overdose?

Now let’s have no more talk of it. Do you hear me, Entertainment Tonight? No more talk of it.