Noses

I love wet, shiny, black noses. Especially when they snuffle you. Even more so when you're dozing on a glorious spring afternoon outside. Nothing was wrong, there was no barking, it was a just a very tender reminder of how much that certain moist schnoz loves you. Puppy love is a beautiful thing. Normally I'd be peeved being woke up, but nope, not today.

Waking up early on the weekend seems to let the day drag on. Not that I want it to end, just be later in the evening. It was a lovely one last night. I certainly wouldn't mind a repeat! SO is so happy right now. I love seeing that big goofy smile. And he was singing last night! Oh how I missed that! He has such a great voice and doesn't even know it. If only he'd practice more and get a little confidence in himself... I know it's in there somewhere. I oughta start secretly invited his old buddies out. There is a whole nuther man in my bed. Or maybe it's just cuz he's darn jolly. Right now him and his buddy are downtown. Hope they are having a good time! I'm glad the weather is holding.

Speaking of weather and spring, our front yard is covered in the absolute cutest little violets. They are the most brilliant shade of purple. Ok duh, they are violets, but these little buggers are even more vibrant then what I've seen in the past. I would love to paint a room those colors one day. With a white, coffered ceiling and chair rail. Rustic hardwood of any type, as long as it has the Old World feel. I most definitely have to have either French Doors or some tall, wide windows. I'm obsessed with natural light. Oh and with natural light another must is sheers. I LOVE sheers. There is an sensual quality to billowing sheers. Seriously. Wouldn't we be lovely creatures if we could dance on the breeze as sheers do? Guess I'm going a little to far with my unusual fascination with sheers haha. That room also needs green. Green as in plant form. Not sure what, but I have an idea. The furniture has to be beachy wood. Teak with cushions printed with a coral colored pattern. There will be book shelves on the walls, full of old books and trinkets. I'm also imaging a window seat in between the selves looking out into a garden. A garden with redbud trees, oaks, willows, and magnolia's. Lavender bushes and mint would creep below that window. I would smell and hear nothing but life from my garden. Now that would be a fine place to spend an afternoon.

Of course I'll likely never have that room, let alone a violet one. Nor a window that looks only into a garden and not someone's backyard. There are a lot of things I'll never have, but I'm ok with it. The things I want a simple want. Nothing ostentatious or overrated. Is a home you aren't afraid to be alone in to much to ask for? How bout a neighborhood where disgusting men don't cat call you through the windows? I don't think so. Maybe a place where friends can be made. Well friends that you can relate too at least. Oh well. I'll deal. I always do.

It's storming now. My lovely spring day has ended.


Tired Girl.

Bitch bitch bitch

Ron is bitching I haven't updated.

UPDATE

ED.


Booya.

Bear it.

I want to be like a bear and hibernate all winter. Wouldn't that be sweet? I'd wake up for Christmas and my birthday. Otherwise don't bug me. Then again I'd be going without food, water, or sex for um... a long freakin time! The food and water thing I can deal with. Sex? Hell, gotta have that.

Speaking of that, I think mama bears give birth while hibernating. Absolutely amazing! I'd be all over that. Though that is a bad thing for humans. Child birth should hurt like HELL. Otherwise we'd be completely overrun by Niglet's and Spics, not to mention trailer trash.

Again, while on THAT subject, there was a kid walking to school today in a hoodie. The current temp at the time was ZERO. He had no gloves, hat, jacket, or snow boots. Just a hoodie and jeans. What the FUCK? I'd love to the beat the shit out of his mother for letting that kid go dangerously unprepared to school! He also had no backpack. Raising right that lady is. Damn. Can that be considered child abuse? At least child endangerment. Please Flying Spaghetti Monster give me strength not to terrorize and kill stupid people more then I do now. Minus the killing.

I can't go anywhere right now. My head is going to explode. I DON'T WANT TO BE HOME. When home stops feeling like home that means it's time to move on/out. Unfortunately I can neither afford to live alone nor buy furniture for 5 more months. I might just drive on the nearest cliff. That might be an issue with the roads the way they are. I knew I'd regret selling my truck for a compact car. Everyone told me I would and wow, for once I agree! It's the thought of 30mpg that keeps me going. Well I could total the thing if worse comes to worse. I don't think insurance companies fall for the "oh I don't like my car anymore" excuse. Thank goodness I have decent health insurance if that day should ever come.

The sound of snowmobiles wizzing by kinda sounds like a cat being run over. Maybe those are really shitty snowmobiles? Anywho I'm jealous and would love to drive one on the monster drifts there are today. Almost like jet ski's, but better! That would be a sweet birthday gift. One day I'm going to talk that crabass cousin of mine into letting me ride one of his. He has plenty of them.

Alright. I'm off to go be cold and lonely some more.


Tired Girl.

Ode to January

I love you January. Your cold. Your absolute bitter cold. The snow. The ice. Everything.

You complete me!

Once Christmas is over, I magically transform back into a happy human being. I had nothing to be unhappy about. At all. I'm just one finicky gal.

Happy Hump Day folks. Now Friday can't get here soon enough...

Tired Girl.

Not cool.

I absolutely hate myself. One, I haven't left the house all day. Two, I pretty much haven't left my bed. And three, I ate pancakes this morning. Alone. I ate pancakes and feel like a complete cow since no one else will be bovine with me.

It's bitterly cold. So frigid in fact, the inside our of front door is frosted. Isn't that lovely? This is typical January/February weather, not December! Though according to the almanac the rest of winter should be pretty mild. I can handle that. It would be fabulous if I got that automatic starter on my Christmas list. No longer shall I walk the 3 yards to my chilly Corolla. Woot. Can't wait for that day!

Looks like I'll be spending another Christmas alone. Nothing new. Even worse since my mother's side of the family decided they'd rather go elsewhere. That's a first in erhm, forever? I hope their ham is cold. Baahumbug. My Christmas spirit is gone. I had it full force up until last week. Guess it got blown away in the arctic air.

Ok. I'll go crawl back in my hole and be miserable.


TiredGirl.

Doody

Howdy Doody.

I smell like fabric softener. With Febreeze. I constantly wonder how those very chemicals we love so much are destroying our bodies. If I could afford to go green, I would.

FYI for my NON-EXISTENT readers:

Hi. I back.


Tired Girl.

Again.

It hurts worse this time. I trusted him.

And now it's over.

I'm taking this a helluva lot worse then I ever have. I haven't eaten a thing all week. The thought of food revolts me. I look like I'm about to die and sure feel that way.

Why can't someone love me and STAY with me? It's the normal girls that can't find it I tell ya.

Damn I'm naive.

And dumb. Though I think they both fall into the same category haha.

Tired Girl.