Dream Analysis

Last night I dreamt of losing my leg, and having a prosthetic replacement.
I checked swoon.com for the meening of such a traumatic event.

Leg
A dream concerning any injury, deformity, swelling, bruising or blemish of the legs signifies financial difficulties, the degree of which will be in ratio to the seriousness of the leg troubles. A dream of skinny legs is a warning of embarrassment due to an ill-advised romance, but a dream of beautiful legs forecasts a happy change of circumstances.

..uhm.. If I LOST my leg (which would be bad), but now have a working prosthetic, (allows to even compete in tri-athelons) am I still in financial difficulties?

James Lipton recites Kevin Federline's PopoZao

http://www.youtube.com/w/James-Lipton-on-Conan-Reciting-PopoZao?v=melbZaSrgdk&eurl

Now, there is absolutely no doubt about who is coolerm, James Lipton or Kevin Federline.

Go Ji-m, Go Ji-m, Go Ji-m!!!

Who the heck is James Frye?

So if you have not heard about James Frye, author of "A Million Little Pieces", you will. Because stories of him are everywhere. And the nation is divided!!

Mr. Frye wrote a book which he subsequently published as a memoir. The book narrates Frye's turbulent youth, his alcoholism, drug addiction and his recovery at a Center. He makes it through, after being at the lowest of lows, and does it without the 12 step program. He is a Survivor.

A memoir, according to American Heritage, is "An account of the personal experiences of an author." Low and behold, after Frye got his book published, Oprah picked it to be her book club book. (The first one since an author REFUSED to be on her show, and submit his book and himself to the zoo of "Oprah's pick".) The smoking gun, which regularly posts mugshots of famous people on it's website, decided to add Frye's mugshots to it's collection. Low and behold, the website had a tought time finding the arrests that Frye so vividly describes in his book. They dug further.. now they come to find out that not only do some of those seem fabricated, but other details of his story cannot be verified. There are many, many, many articles, shows and commentaries devoted to the real/fictional story of Mr. Frye.

There are two camps sitting on opposite sides of these million little pieces. One, the one that Oprah has most recently decided to desert, says that this book is entertainment. That it has given inspiration to people. That it has allowed people to try to discuss addiction and alcoholism. That it is a story and that each person is able to take away from it something. The other camp is of folks that think it is wrong for Frey to lie and make up stories in this type of forum. That it does make a difference to the reader whether or not pieces of a story are actually true. And that the difference inded has an effect. That it is a disservice to those who thought they were taking something away to now know that it might all have been fabricated.

Me? I pose this question... If you look at a Van Gough painting and are inspired... If you notice the brush strokes of the artist, the detail of the composition, the vividness of the paint color.... If you walk away and feel good about yourself, and resolve to buy your mother flowers, because you have been inspired. If you later find out that the painting is a reproduction, do you think your Mom appreciates the flowers any less?

(This book was a book club pick for our book club before Oprah announced her backing.)

Moonlit walks and thunder

"What are your hobbies btw? What turns you on Smarta? I'm curious."

Romantic dinners, moonlit walks, sandy beaches and thunder. kidding, of course.

How about things I enjoy, in no particular order: reading, my pup, restaurants, skiing, walks, mason jennings, decorationg, hanging with friends, spending time alone, holidays & weekends, the beach, watching tv on the couch, music, vegas, road trips, candles and walking down the beach holding hands (kidding, again).

The Importance of Being Honest

I've been emailing with an aqaintance of mine. I initiated this communication after seeing him at a dinner one of my friends threw. I could say that I don't know why I e-mailed him. I could say that I have no agenda. I could say that I don't want anything but some friendly e-mail banter. I could lie.

I think I would like for him to ask me out. And for us to go to dinner, for drinks - to see if we have the propensity to talk for hours. To see if we should be more than just acquaintances. To see if when he smiles at a joke I have made, I get shivers down my spine. To see if when he holds my hand the first time, goosebumps appear. And what he thinks of all that.

Do I have a gut feeling that this is what I'm supposed to do? Absolutely not. That I should pretend that between the small talk, the stories, and the words I so carefully form there is nothing driving me. No agenda. I don't know what even put the idea in my mind that this is an available course of action to me. That this is at all welcome. That I can trespass on his life in a most intrusive way.

But I'm so curious about him, that I don't think I want to stop. Even though I probably will find, that there's nothing to this. That his replies, read by a neutral party, are peppered with clandestine versions of "what's gotten into you?", "why are you e-mailing me?" and "you want to know this, why?"

So I think I'm going to let myself be this foolish, silly girl for a couple more weeks. And after that, I will be honest. I will tell him my "agenda". I will await rejection. Because even though there is a very good chance that he'll fully laugh me out of the park, there is just no need for me to be spending time fooling myself.

For Use, For Women Over 30

I have started to use a wrinkle cream. It is not to be used by women under 30.
I wonder what it is about 30 that is so magical. It's reminiscent of saying that someone 16 years of age can drive, and that 18 year olds can die for their country (yes, I'm being dramatic). I think that makes me think that this 30 is also arbitrary. Maybe I should wait.

what women want (to talk about)

Why is it, that whenever single women get together, they wind up (at least at some point) talking about boys. It's not like the more we talk about the opposite sex, we'll figure it out. It isn't like one of us has traveled to Manland and has come back with at book of notes about interesting finds and previously unexplored vistas. We all know nothing about men. I think that people like talking about things they can't predict. Like where you'll be in 20 years, what you'd do if you won the lottery, what you'd name your kids. Topics like fashion are discussed as well, but they are far more defined, so not as exciting.. I like this, you like that.. that's in, that's out. Mysteries are also women's favorites. Is it because the end is not clear?

Women also like giving other women advice, on fashion, on how to spend their lotto winnings, on what to name their children, and on MEN. How to woo them, how to treat them, how to wind them around their fingers, how to approach them, how to talk to them, when to call them, when to split the bill with them, when to see them, and when to sleep with them. It's too bad that we're all realy just guessing.

Can it

I had entered the ladies room and exchanged a greeting with a coworker.

I went into my stall, closed the door.. etc. At the same time my co-worker yells over. "hey, do you want to buy some raffle tickets for the fundraiser?"

"are you seriously asking me while I'm peeing?"

"I guess not, bye."


the sorry end.