It's Just Another Day

20 Questions To Ask Yourself Every Sunday (it's Sunday back home already)

1. What did I learn last week?
That my observations were correct

2. What was my greatest accomplishment over the past week?
2nd Interview for a job that would be a big change for me

3. Which moment from last week was the most memorable and why?
I saw the sun come up over the city from my window and felt at peace

4. What do I regret from last week and what can I do about it/ learn from it?
That I didn't call the vet sooner (she'll be here Monday at 12:15, but Zoe's not well)

5. What’s the #1 thing I need to accomplish this week?
Turn 36 tomorrow at 9:01 PM EST (so just don't die before then)

6. What is the most stressful thing in my life right now?
My self-imposed deadlines for everything

7. How can I go about improving it?
I don't know that I should. Is having goals wrong?

8. What have I been avoiding that needs to get done?
Organizing the new place

9. What opportunities are still on the table?
The job

10. What am I forgetting?
I forget

11. Is there anyone I’ve been meaning to talk to?
Yeah, but it wouldn't be nice -- so I don't

12. How can I help someone else this coming week?
I don't much pre-plan helping. I help as the need arises.

13. What treat will I promise myself this week?
Spa treatments tomorrow for the birthday

14. What are my top 3 goals for the next 3 months?
New job, Get financial house in better order, Commit to a fitness plan

15. Have any of my recent actions moved me closer to my goals?
Yes!!! The move, the interview, and I've really cut my portions, plus living on the second floor, the stairs are starting to slightly trim my hips/ass (slightly there's a lot more to be done there)

16. What’s the next step for each goal?
See if I get the job, if not start looking for another one. Start paying the debt down. Research gyms in the neighborhood.

17. What am I looking forward to during the upcoming week?
Birthday

18. What are my fears?
That I made a FUCKING COLOSSAL mistake coming to Austin, same fear I've had the last 3 yrs

19. What am I most grateful for?
The glimpses of what could be

20. What can I do to make life more beautiful?
Buy flowers more often. I love flowers.

RIP: Dan Hartman, I Can Dream About You

Okay so most of my youth was spent overseas and one thing that I held sacred was a cassette tape that had "Ghostbusters" on side A and "Streets of Fire" (Which I still haven't seen) on side B. This was purchased in Bangkok, Thailand and saw me ALL through India and several other places as one of my only forms of entertainment.

Tonight I'm sipping scotch, playing online, and listening to Music Choice Channel 822 which is '80's and this song by "Dan Hartman" comes on and I do typical girl freak out "OMG, I LOVE THIS SONG". Well if you watch Music Choice, havers of Time Warner, you know they give you little facts throughout the song about the artist/song etc. Well here's a cold, hard fact. Poor Dan died of AIDS in 1994!!!!!

I couldn't fucking believe it. As I kid I'd listen to this song over and over and over. YES, because I'd flip the cassette back over for Mick Smiliey's "I Believe It's Magic" (my favorite song from "Ghostbusters" and maybe favorite song EVER), but also because I really liked it and it's one of the songs that as a kid made me think "THAT'S what love is like..."

RIP: Dan Hartman and thank you for an awesome song. : (


PS: He also wrote James Brown's "Living in America" GOD DAMN!!

Discipline: I Need It

Okay, go ahead and giggle and get all your naughty thoughts out there, I'll wait for you.


Okay, you done? I giggled too, when it dawned on me that I really need discipline (I snickered again) as I was driving this morning. I was trying to assess what's missing in my life that I have control over and that's it. I have zero accountability in my life. Say what I will about my ex-husband (and we know I will), but he kind of kept me on a certain path. Not the right one, but at least on one.

I basically am like a 5 year old who can do adult things. Anything I want, I get, do, see, what-have-you. There is limited discipline. That's why every thing's gone tits up. I need to get things sorted out and set rules for myself. I just have to establish what those are.

Example: I don't have a TX toll tag. I still periodically go through the tolls here, TX takes a pic, sends the bill to my Orlando address, and my Grandparents pay the bill. I'm going to be 36 on Monday, I mean come on!! That's the crap I'm talking about. I need to man up.

I need discipline.

(do you know how hard it was to find a pic that wasn't obscene?)

The Durutti Column - Drinking Time

Carla's Birthday Weekend

Okay, first of this pic of Carla Gugino came up when I searched "Carla's Birthday" and it was hot so I picked it. So that's out of the way.

I think I have my itinerary down, kinda.

Saturday:

Pedicure & Cooking Class (wanted a film, but I'm not seeing anything I want to see at Alamo South)

Sunday:

Brunch at Paggi

Monday (THEE Day):

Afternoon at the Spa getting massage BY JESUS, facial, and back facial

So that's all on the agenda for now, but I'm sure it will change.

Someone to Watch Over Me

I'll not mince words. I've been having a shitty life for the last 6 months or so. Probably a bit more than that, but it depresses me to actually count it out so a round number shall suffice.

I took 4 days off for the move since I had to do every thing myself. First day back to work, I spill my fruit cocktail all over the front seat of my (new to me) car. It's leather so it's fine I guess. I mopped it up with my hoodie and the canvas bag that it was in.

When I get to the office I just throw the whole thing in the trash. I was just too exhausted to deal with it, you know? Well my boss sees it and she's like, why are you throwing these things out? I tell her. She says, "They can be washed!!!" Me, "I just don't care, I'm too tired." She says, "Well I'm taking them home and washing them for you." I protest, because wow that so is not necessary, but she takes them with her.

Today she returns with the best smelling ever canvas bag and my Yelp hoodie (which I really do love) in it. I just kept smelling it throughout the day. Tonight I took the hoodie out of the bag. It was all neatly zipped and lovely folded like my own mother folded it. I broke down and cried.

Christ, I need my mom or something or just to be taken care of for a bit. : (