This is me on moving day. I am wearing the colors of late winter-blue, green and red. The blue over-alls are crucial and their endless supply of pockets brings me as much pleasure. I can carry all of the following in all of my pockets:1. Keys
2. Wallet
3. Phone
4. Lipstick
5. Sun Glasses
6. Munnee
7. Hand blam
8. Writing Pad
9. Pen
I accessorize with a tape measure, a pair of pliers (why are they called a "pair?"). I also accessorize with a abalone shell necklace from New Zealand, a red and white polka-dot scarf, and red red lips.
I cruise to Home Depot and buy floor laminate. I hang some curtain rods in the house. I go to the park with Otter and watch the sun go down and watch packs of more-than-slightly chubby, styled and primped botox beauties (ahem, uglies-more like) holding equally underweight but none-the-less well groomed small pooches. Whole caravans of puppy carrying socialites... I cock my head to the side watching chihuahuas looking back with a nervous, teetering tolerance of whats happening to them. And no, they don't realize they have it good and their human is socializing with other humans who, for their benefit, all carry small dogs like intifadas on parapets. These creatures look pretty terrified even of the humans who own them. Many seem to have no filter to keep their thoughts in order, and their eyes dart around always searching for what they were trying to remember-or in a constant state of confusion. And no, chihuahuas don't salsa dance either.
While moving I'm also working on a new writing project where (hey!) I might get paid and even published. Say the word Pub-lished. The "pub" I get. Nice Pow at the front which is cut short by a satisfying breathy B. And "lished" ...now that just SOUNDS sexy. Now if i could just stop writing my blog and unlock my brain and focus on writing some articles...
.........PUB-lished.....PUB-lisssshhhhed....PUB lic. PUBlic. Drunk in Pub lick. PUB lissshhhhed!
Further more, I've been keeping busy hiking. I've got a little facebook group together, and a small pack of us go jogging through the woods each week. It's absolutely my saving grace. Without these woods, so close to the city, to help clense my smog-filled, over-worked, stressed out soul. And it makes my buns feel good...especially during DA CLIMB!< Dis ME by da Reever.
v Das Mo and Pom. A. Granite da dawg, having just climbed The Coccyx and emerging unscathed on the sunny side o de mountain.
How much fun can you have with a stick, a pine cone, and a camera? Well there are other factors involved too, like sunshine, wind, a park to play in, and a friend willing to play along.
Took some fun pictures while playin in da Park last week.
And these came out REALLY kewl.
Alright, well I'm really behind on Video making. So between maintaining the hiking club, writing articles, bartending, taxes, going camping, and being generally beautiful and awsome all the time, I'm pretty in need of extra hours in the day.
I must retire. Goodnight.
oh and this. Ode to Durka
