again.
this was a MASSIVE dream about 10 yrs ago. we were going to sell everything and go sail the world. instead someone bought a corvette “for me” as a surprise. boy was it.
i still haven’t shaken the live on a boat/go sailing dream.
i spent the morning looking at pretty attainable sailboats. i’d need to have a more stable work situation than i do now, but i’m working on that. i think my reward will be something along the lines of sailing.
I parallel parked by the Capitol Bldg. It was 11 something at night and no one was around so I had the balls to try.
Ordinarily how would this go down?
Well, when I was with my husband, I’d get out (abandon the car with him in it) and make him park the car.
My birthday this year I had to parallel park and what did I do? I made my friend’s friend who I never met before that second leave the cafe and come out and park the car. He hadn’t driven a car in, I think he said 20 yrs. How sad is that?
I actually tailor my activities around parking availability.
So since I’m trying to face all fears, except being in a room with a clown, (I’m not a total masochist). I figured, I’d add this goal.
i just had to see it, but i drove by quickly because my landlord was taking to her best friend (my next door neighbor) and i had just come from a facial and didn’t want to get caught in a convo, but MAN am I excited.
3.8 wks now ; )
ps: i so hope she didn’t notice it was me. with FL plates, it would be hard to miss.
i’d love to be THAT spontaneous. i mean that’s REALLY spontaneous.
i’ve done it via car, but not plane. i mean, damn. you could end up in Tahiti.
i’d love to end up in Tahiti. LOVE
I have been noticing this more and more. I need a man with an edge. Not an out and out prick like what I had, but DEFINITELY an edge.
I keep trying to convince myself that I should go for the safe guys, but I’ve ZERO interest in them. I guess that is just how I’m wired. Does that make it wrong?
I’m watching a film right now with Andy Griffith playing a rather salty character. Okay, NEVER in my life did I find him appealing. I mean I loved him as Sheriff Taylor on “The Andy Griffith Show”, but just in a “he’s a good guy” way. Now with this film I’m all “he was sort of good looking back in the day”. WHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT???
Yeah, it’s official. I don’t dig good boys/men. And I guess that’s just fine. Right?
but I’ll be damned if copyright law will let me.
soooo ummm here. the Wallflowers (cuz Van Morrison was WAY too much to hope for) and some person’s vacation pics.
i’m sorry
i really don’t need to elaborate on this. i know what it means.
maybe someday someone else will too.
i’ve been trying to think of a really good story and last night i saw a film about Nazis that made me think of Dad and made me think of potentially a really great story. Seriously, the stuff that passes for a story now-a-days THIS would really sell. I plan on writing it up whilst sitting on my porch swing at the new house. I feel SO inspired!!
Have been since I can remember. I love to take people in feed them, entertain them, care for them etc., etc., etc.
Well I want my new home to be a haven for that and also for myself. I’m working on caring for myself more so I have something to even give to others.
I have to tell you, the peace I feel in the place is special. I really think I’ll finally feel at home.
I learn that this is what I have…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cluster_headache
The doctor dismissed them as migraines, but that never settled well with me because I am completely incapacitated by them and I see other migraine sufferers able to lead their lives more functionally than I can. I didn’t feel that they were anything like what I was reading/hearing about migraines. Now I know why.
every car i get behind the wheel of transforms into a race car, but a proper race car. oh yeah.
i want to take stunt driving lessons too, because i was to die by 28 and i’ve missed that by a mile.
Usually because of my awesomeness, but sometimes by my suckitude.
I had a 3 bedroom house in Orlando. Downsized to get from FL to TX and in the course of my two years here it’s almost a good thing I’m moving back into a 3 bedroom given my pack-rattery.
I just forced myself to load up a trash bin full of things that need to be tossed. I need to do this at least twice a week starting now and for the next 5 wks until the move. I’m not going to haul crap from here to there.
It’s ENOUGH!!!
where i’ll be in january. i have a nice feeling about it.
of course, i’ve all but lost faith in any of my feelings, but hey, ones gotta hit. right?
ohhhh, do i love this house. i hung out there with my landlord for over an hour while she gave me the low down on it all. she is marvelous. the house which was built in 1937 for Reverend Cherry (I KNOW!!!) is one of the few originals on the street and really the neighborhood.
sounds like i can be there as long as i want to too. how wonderful.
maybe i found my home?
I haven’t gone anywhere in forever. It’s the cats. I don’t trust anyone to look after them so I never go anywhere.
I really, really, really need to get the F away for a bit.
why is everything so fucked up? shouldn’t everything have fallen neatly into place? it hasn’t.
