I was just standing at the sink, mindlessly washing the dishes, when I realized that I was singing.
What was I singing? Oh Holy Night. But instead of the real words, I was singing OH HOLY CRAP. And I was singing it like opera.
It went something like this:
Oooohhhhhh hOlyyyyyyyyyyy craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap! The stars are brightly shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiining! Laaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh laaaaahhhhhh lahhhhhhhhhhhh lllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL on your kneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Laaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh lah laaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh lah lah lah lllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah laaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
Shoot, but I crack myself up sometimes.
WELL. My liver. Today is the first day of relative normalcy. I had to have blood drawn on Thursday, but have yet to hear anything about the results. What I do know is that I was instructed to stop taking a medicine I've been on for about three weeks, and that my liver feels better after two days without the pills. Bah. I really want to take the pills. They seem to do what they're supposed to do (which is to cure the funky skin on my foot, thank you much) and I want my liver to just let me finish the cycle. Pesky organs.
My friend K and I made very yummy foods today in my very small kitchen. (Following a very extended shopping saga.) We made chili with actual vegetables in it, and my stepdad's kind of granola. Oh let me tell you about yum. This granola will solve all your problems. It will soothe your soul and dry your tears. (I'ma give you all the recipe after obtaining special permissions.)
I also received my orders for next week's kitchen goddess duties today. I went to N's new house to pick up the recipes, just up the street from my old house. I've been vaguely avoiding my old house, only because I really loved it and didn't want to see its current condition. The family loves the house, I know they do, but it looked more loved when I lived there. Ah, so. N's house is swee-ee-eet, full of space and light and breezes. And a willow in the yard. Magical is what willows are.
I'm so busy these days. All in love and having projects and being friendy and building my little business and navigating family life and writing bit by bit... It's good, all in all. Hope the good is with you, too.
Actually, I'm in a generally sort of weird place at the moment. My livers and gizzards ain't the only ones hurtin'. But such is life. The waves of weirdness wash in and out, in and out. I have so much to say that I can't seem to say anything at all.
In three weeks, I am to be the Kitchen Goddess at a friend's performance art event. There's sort of a god theme, so I'd like the food to follow suit. Any recommendations for well-fed god/dess fare? Things that go beyond honey and pomegranates? And does someone want to give me a fancy goddessy hairdo?
In other news, as we like to say, I am covered in not-so-ethereal chigger bites. Yes, I am chiggeriffic.
Tomorrow the PEA Pod arrives. The PEA Pod = my sister and nephew and brother-in-law, not in that order. People keep saying, "Weren't they just here?" And I say, "A pox on your calendar!" I haven't seen my baby boy since Easter, and that was like years ago.
This is turning out to be good news bad news good news bad news format. Because now I'm telling you about the fact that I have to go swimming in a few days, with the whole bathing-suit-in-public thing. And also, what do people who wear glasses do? You want I should wear my glasses in the pool? Or be impaired? I don't know. The whole thing is just too much, but I must suffer like the rest of us.
I think that I should really end on a happy note, so I'll send a Big Birthday Shout-Out to Kevin Knott~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KEVINOT!!! He is the swissbuddha, the husband of Miss Heidi Marie, and I miss them both on a regular basis. Send him some wishes, bokay?
Over and out~
Tooooo tired to type much.
Three more days with the girls and then I'll be on VACATION. Glory to the highest. Lots of reading, writing, and sleeping in with B. (He's taking a week off to be vacationy with me.)
Now to bed.
What I DO feel like is going for ice cream and then going to bed, snorgling B and sleeping for 12 hours.
I am bad. Must produce.
Another hot ten-hour day tomorrow. Wish me strength. (And pray for the demons to leave Z.)
I had a very nice day out at A's parents' place. They're on vacation, and she's going out each day to feed the critters. Her mother is a wildlife rehabber and there are all kinds of animals that come to eat in the back yard. The house is lovely, surrounded by woods. J came out, too~ a relaxed day with the girls. We washed and shop-vac'd our cars, fed the critters, had a scrumptious dinner that J cooked, and watched a movie. And A played the piano for us, even a piece she composed.
Happy weekend, y'all.
I can't even handle how funny this is to me. LOOK at my dad. He is hysterical.
Now, get a bar of Ivory soap. Unwrap it. Put it in the microwave. Set the cooking time to two minutes, or maybe a tad less if you're nervous like me. WATCH. Be amazed! And then use it for cleaning or crafts or stuff.
Please do read this! My friend Kendra is studying alternative medicine in Portland and she sent me this scary news. It took me one minute to sign the petition~ please consider doing the same!
This is the most fun I've had with the origami since winning that ridiculous prize. It's probably the most fun the origami has had, too.
I watched two of the movies tonight: Lake House, which I KNEW would be bad, and Stranger than Fiction, about which I tried to hold very few presuppositions. WELL. Weird, wild parallels. (Slight spoiler alert!) Both are set in Chicago. The architecture is integral. So are second chances. And so are guys getting hit by buses. And the first preview in STF was for Sandra Bullock's new movie, where there is another time-twisty theme. And she's now done movies with both of the fine doctors from Nip Tuck. Blah blah yadda yadda.
My joints still hurt really badly. I can't put any weight on my wrist at all.
I filed my DBA at the courthouse today. That stands for Doing Business As. I'm an official business now.
I love my therapist.
Happy weekend.
Happy Birthday to the marvelous and inspiring





