I always think whatever I am about to make, collage wise, is lame until I'm through making it and I give myself such a hard time about it that I wind up procrastinating until the last minute every single time. Oh well, like I've said before, I am a seriously unfinished work in progress. You don't know this when you're twenty, that you'll be working on improving yourself until the day you die and beyond.
Anyway anyone who sent me a card gets one back and I'm nuts about cards, they're my favorite part of the holidays, so there's still time to trade cards with us, seriously, I'll make a billion and they'll just sit around here all year like last year's card. Go ahead and send us one, we'll cherish it and you'll get a goopy, colorful, Christmasy, color Xeroxed, collage card from us in return.
I'm off to work on my card, face the usual bill nightmare at Mom's house and then, (God, I'm tired I was going to say, "Take her to the vet,") take Mom to the doctor to see what's going on with her tummy.
Love you guys,
11718 Barrington Court
Los Angeles, CA 90049
PS: When I signed on to AOHell today there was a feature about Martha Stewart's Saddest Christmas and while I am definitely pissed off at how they are going after her and I really dislike how we tear people down after we've built them up, I thought, "Man, I wouldn't mind trading places with her. I'd be the friendlier funnier Martha and I'll be an incredibly wealthy woman who can do so much good with all that money, like Oprah and her African Education foundation for orphaned girls," but then I thought I wouldn't get to keep my family, friends, or pets, and I'd have to look like her and given that I'd actually be her I'd probably be just as kind of cold and forbidding seeming and I wouldn't want that." Any time I start thinking about wanting to trade lives with someone I remember the Native American adage about having to walk a mile in someone else's moccasins before
PPS: I went to look something up on my beloved Google and I thought something was wrong with my darned computer again because I could only see half of the word Google and it took me a second to realize that it's because they made a new header with the word sweetly buried in snow, awwww. Don't you just love this time of year? I wish it lasted so much longer because just as I get all the busyness out of the way and am ready to get in there and do some really meaningful and loving charity work,
it's over : ( I do do my part here at home, the whole charity begins at home thing definitely applies to me because I am the primary Santa for more than twenty people!
I've always had a problem with time. It's as if my time clock is adjusted just that little bit differently from other people's and it makes me sad because I have such a had time hanging on to things and being in the moment, it seems to me as if everything is ending before it's begun, good things anyway, the hard things seem to last longer but surprise me just the same when they come to an end, like when you're leaving the dentist and you realize that you were freaking out for months over nothing.
Irma is cuddling and kissing our new rattie Sticky Pinky and Scott just called to see if we were okay since there was a really strong earthquake that lasted from more than a minute. Did anyone feel an earthquake? We didn't. How weird. Now I'm worrying someone set of a bomb in Scott's building and I want him to get out. Big buildings can be scary, I don't think I'd live in Trump Tower even if someone gave me a big gorgeous home there.
PPPS: I'm going to put my dream behind the cut for all of my pals who hate to scroll.
I had my usual weird dreams last night;
I'm at some kind of tropical resort, a cross between Florida and Hawaii. I'm staying in a condo with Mom Dad and Beau and missing Scott. I decide to go outside to check out some of the other units to see if they are furnished better than ours so that I can pick the best one when I come back here with Scott someday.
There are tons of animals everywhere, dogs, cats, ferrets, raccoons, bunnies, and rats. You have to be careful when you open your doors or windows because they flood in to the houses. I of course love this but none of the other people around here do. There are even some weird fantastical animals I've never seen before. A woman who works here introduces us to these big puffy green mixed up alligator creatures. They're friendly and dog like but you have to be careful because every once in a while they'll bite and you have to sort of watch it around their mouths.
I love it here so much, all of the people who are so friendly and living close to eachother, living almost communaly, the animals and the beautiful sea...
I realize that yesterday was Scott's birthday and I missed it. I feel so bad and upset about this I start crying. How will I make this up to him.
Oh there was so much more but my Mom just called and I have to go...
There was an earthquake, 6.5 in my beloved Cambria of all places.
I miss Sharon Osbourne, I wish Ozzy would get better soon and they would all come back so we can know they're all okay. The new season is supposed to begin taping on Christmas, I wonder if they'll start in England and film Ozzy's recovery. I just love Sharon's show so much. It's always just so friendly, fuzzy and fun and everyone brings their dogs. I miss her being here hosting it.