Naming a dog Human...


Sometimes I freak because I think a bug is crawling down my back while I'm laying here typing. Then I realize it's my hair. But then, what if it really was a grubby bug? Ergh.

Babe, won't it be fine?

My sister laughs at me as I blare Frank Sinatra and sing along in the car, but there is something so pizazz about that music. I just want to swing dance and throw my head back and leg out. My two favorites right now are The Best is Yet to Come, and That's Life. They make me happy.
So Heather's wedding shower was today. I must say, she was showered upon. The abundance and generosity with which people give is heartwarming. It was a fun day, to have many of her friends in town. :]
So, things that have happened:
I bought a charm of a heart and tiny key for my cell phone.
Anthony's birthday. Which we will be celebrating soon.
Batman! ''
I've gotten on a taking-pictures-of-everything kick again.
More writing, though less on here.
Less sleep than is advised, but eh, it's summer. :-)

You know how it goes.

Fruity Pebbles in my bowl,
you turn my milk so pink.

Saturday, in the house all alone, means laundry day, so instead I'm putting it off a bit longer. I liked Saturdays so much as a kid. My parents were home, and we had good Saturday morning cartoons on. Batman, and Spiderman, and X-men! My favorites. Hmm, remember when Cartoon Network came on air? Where did we watch them before there was a channel dedicated to them? I really don't remember.
Eh, I'm going to go turn the music on the surround sound all the way up and be upbeat at I sort out lights and darks. Hah

Road

There is something to about being forced to drive well under the speed limit that does something to my thoughts. I keep the radio off, I don't sing, or speak. I sit and listen to the groaning of my car and narrate my life. It is a simple way home. I'm sure I bother the people stuck behind me, as my car is now refusing to willfully go over 50mph, and I like to keep it at about 40. Squeak is, well, on her last gear I believe. But I'm going to keep driving her 'til she hits the ground. I'm surprised she's actually gone on this long really.
I came in after a long night and the first thing my eyes laid themselves on was a large bottle of Tide and a spiky leaved pineapple resting on the kitchen counter. This struck me as very funny. Perhaps sleep deprivation? I have always believed that with lack of sleep comes ridiculous amounts of giggles. Well, when there isn't ridiculous amounts of grumbles that is....
Summer continues on. I've read three or four more books, kept working, and in between, spent my limited time with my lovely friends. It's nice and windy outside tonight, and I'm covered in mosquito bites because of it. ^_^

Jigs

This evening was filled with my Sissy and I doing Irish jig dances about the living room, trying to learn the steps, and stumbling about over our own feet many times. Now it smells like sweat and tea, and the old furniture in here. My legs are sore, but in that good way, how they've been used and are tired and will probably hurt in the morning from all the stretching I did. Yesterday it was just my mother and I in the house all day. It was a rare thing for us to spend the whole day together, but I enjoyed it. We had muffins in the morning and read tasty recipes out of cook books(most of which we will never make, but it's fun to think about them :] ). We went to dinner at an Indian food restaurant where they played fun Arabic music and served lime soda that tasted a bit more like lime seawater, but the food was great. (I have really started to fancy Indian food. I don't know when I became okay with spicy things.) Then we watched American History X, which was fantastic. Edward Norton is an awesome actor. It has been a surprisingly pleasant and calm weekend. Well, bed and books await me. Horray for working evening shift for the next two weeks!

I want to go swimming.
But I have no water.
And I don't float.

I'm thinking of chopping off all my hair. It's heavy and gets all in the way all the time. But every time I say I'm going to call my hair cutter man, I just don't, and then I'm happy I didn't. Yeah, been like that for the last several years though. Perhaps one day I'll follow through. Probably not.

So I was pretty upset yesterday. I got my first filling in my teeth. :( I went so long being cavity-free. It just doesn't seem right getting one now. It didn't hurt like people said it would. Just a bit of a sting when they injected that numbing stuff into my jaw. Still, I don't like the fact that I got one. Harumph, grumble, grumble, grumble!

Anyways, I've been reading several good books. Lamb, the Gosple According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore was absolutely great. I was cracking up the whole time I read it. I'd recommend it, but it is definitely not for anyone too uptight and doesn't have a sense of humor about stuff. I'd also recommend two CD's I purchased recently. The Weepies is the band and I believe it is the name of their first album. It's a very laid back sound, and has a blue whale on the cover. Who wouldn't buy whale-branded music? There was also the self titled album by Vampire Weekend. Good background driving stuff.
So that's what I've been up to for the last month or so. Reading, working, weird music, and the not-so-infrequent movie. Summer passes quickly as it all blends together. I wonder what it will be like when summer is no longer a significant period of time. When the "year" actually begins in January instead of August, and
Well, something.
It is just like expected, and doesn't make that much difference.

On a different note, at work there are all these jun bugs dead on the floor of the building where we fill the weather balloons, and they always get stuck in my shoes. I'm noticing one now. Nasty, crunchy critters. We have the building blown out every few days, but more tend to fly in there and take to dying. True, it is an open building-shed-like thing, but seriously. Eww.

There's some saying...

...about the worth of a picture...



The incredible thing about us
is those silent moments mean the most.


So I guess I left it in the sink.
But I really didn’t remember.

I like being called kid,
When it’s said so affectionately.


When I drive into Shreveport,
I still think about this.


I think I'd call it,
an infatuation.


I still like to pretend.



Night turns to day too quickly around here.


Putting stuff on your head
can make you happy.