And I hope that maybe in her dreams I visit her sometimes. I hope that maybe in that world she can see and know me and that we can talk the way we used to. I hope that in some place she still remembers how much she means to all of us. I hope, in spite of everything. And try desperately to remember it all, no matter how much it may hurt.
Friday, March 28, 2008
So Far Away...
And I hope that maybe in her dreams I visit her sometimes. I hope that maybe in that world she can see and know me and that we can talk the way we used to. I hope that in some place she still remembers how much she means to all of us. I hope, in spite of everything. And try desperately to remember it all, no matter how much it may hurt.
Posted by Sensitiva McFeelingsly at 11:27 AM 3 comments
Monday, March 24, 2008
Just about Peed my Pants!
So, I was watching an episode of "Dexter" last night off of my DVR (which is a SUPER rad show) and saw this movie trailer (as I forgot to fast-forward the commercials like I always do):
Slap me silly, that looks SCARY!
But, in all truth, I'm pretty much the sissiest of the sissified, so I'm not a great judge. I am, however, an excellent judge of creepy-sounding music, and they totally nailed it by including "Sprout and the Bean" by Joanna Newsom... she's got one of those childlike voices that either lends itself to artsy fartsy music (which I happen to enjoy) or to the end credits of "Poltergeist." In this case, it's poltergeist all the way, baby.
Posted by Sensitiva McFeelingsly at 3:07 PM 2 comments
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Fine Art of Looking Like an Ass
Long story short: This woman should be me.
Of, course I would never wear that creepy '50s hair-do, or have such a vacant, zombie-esque stare. I would, however have skin this color (or should I say lack of color) and I should be wearing that neck brace.
That's right, this genius right here has hurt her neck. How did I do it? No clue. Right now, it's looking like I just slept too hard - which I find hilarious, because only an idiot (points to self) could really injure themselves while SLEEPING. I mean, come on! I have to have some sort of cosmic pox on my head to have hurt my neck this bad in my SLEEP. Incredible. I must deserve some kind of award.
Basically, I woke up and I can't move my neck. It hurts even without moving it - which I've never experienced before. I know almost everyone has woken up with a stiff neck before from having your head in a weird position or being a little too kinky in the lovin' department the night before, but this is not like the other times. Hmmm. Methinks I may be falling apart.Granted, I have had little to no physical exercise in the past couple of weeks, so it's possible that my whole body is slowly deteriorating from lack of use. Probably I'll come home tonight to find a couple of vultures sitting on my doorstep tying bibs around their necks in preparation for the consumption of my rapidly decomposing sack of organs. Whatever. I can still turn my head far enough to find a weapon to fend them off with - I'm not done yet!
But, man this sucks. It sucks pretty hardcore. AND it doesn't help that Husband has taken to calling me "Crippy" or "Crippy McCripperson" today - talk about kicking a gal when she's down... don't worry he'll get his comeupance (yeah, not sure if that's a "dictionary" word or not, but I've heard it said many a time... mostly by my Granny... who has Alzheimers...whatever, it's a word in my book). I can be a scrapper when I need to be. And he has to sleep sometime.... MUAHAHA!
Speaking of being a scrapper, I have developed a HUGE infatuation with a contestant on Survivor: Micronesia over the past 24 hours (I watched pretty much the whole season yesterday while working from home). His name is Ozzy. I and wish I could be just like him (except still be me and a girl and everything).
Yeah, he's my hero. He swims like a fish and he rocks at the game. So, here's to you, Ozzy! WIN WIN WIN. And don't be an idiot. And I think you're cute... That's it. Love, Me
Sorry to all of you who aren't Survivor fans, that was a totally gratuitous shout out and I am thoroughly ashamed for being so TOTALLY into that show that it's deplorable. But, I still love it. You can't stop me.
In other news: I get the day off tomorrow. HOO.RAY. I pleaded with my manager to give me the day off on short notice and she had the goodwill and generosity of spirit to grant my wish (SUCKA!). So, I've got a serious date with a hot shower and a heating pad... hopefully I'll be coming at ya next time from a place where my head turns.
Posted by Sensitiva McFeelingsly at 12:05 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Frivolity is FUN!
I stopped by one of my favorite blogs this morning (Blogs Are Stupid) to see what the word was for the day and joyfully found that she had spent some time unwinding and sharing with her readers a list of her top 10 favorite frivolous things!
Sigh. This little bottle of olive oil concoction is the most wonderful tool for a gal with combination frizzy/curly/straight hair, like me. It transforms even the driest mess into a supple wave of movie star hair. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but not much, I swear! This is one of the suggestions I took from The Blog Antagonist's first post on the subject and I was beyond thrilled with the result. Sure, it's $19.50 for 7 ounces (yikes, I know) but I've had my bottle since Christmas and have barely used any (a little goes a LONG way with this stuff). One word of warning for my friends with thin or oily hair: This stuff will weigh you down a bit, so if you try it, take 'er easy.
2. Novel: Anything by Philippa Gregory
Talk about pick-me-ups! This movie is totally 100% hilarious. I still cannot see Hank Azaria without thinking of him as Agador, the faithful houseman. And, come on! A movie with dialogue like this is just too incredibly funny to be ignored:
Albert: Don't give me that tone!
Armand: What tone?
Albert: That sarcastic contemptuous tone that means you know everything because you're a man, and I know nothing because I'm a woman.
Armand: You're not a woman.
Albert: Oh, you bastard!
Fantastic.
5. Make-Up: Cover Girl Lashblast Mascara:
I L-O-V-E this mascara. I've tried a lot of brands and have never had better results. This stuff makes my little poky lashes and makes them look long and flirty. Me Likee.
The smell of ginger is by far one of the warmest and most relaxing scents to me. So, it stands to reason that this indulgent body souffle is very high on top of my list of frivolous loves. It is creamy and delicious smelling and it makes your skin feel great. I use this one when I get the chance to have a long evening shower that is followed only by relaxing. Pair this with a glass of wine and I'm one hell of a happy camper. And speaking of wine...
9. Wine: La Crema Chardonnay
Chardonnay fans, hold onto your hats. This is a delicious wine with a buttery, creamy finish and a bouquet to blow your mind. Husband regularly picks up this brand for me (even though it's more expensive than what I normally buy) because he's the raddest of the rad and he knows how much I love it. If you're a wine fan, I suggest you pick this one up. I know nothing about wine other then what I like, so if you want other suggestions for its pairing or descriptions of its flavor, check this out. Otherwise, enjoy (responsibly)!
10. Lip Balm/Gloss: Smith's Rosebud Salve (no pic because blogger blows)
I first tried this when I read in a fashion magazine that supermodels use it - yeah, yeah I'm a sucker. If they jumped off a bridge I'd probably do that too - and was very relieved when I found it to be THE BEST lip balm/gloss I have ever used. It is an excellent moisturizer AND it is slick and shiny without being goopy (aka sticky). I also recently discovered that they make a mint version of this as well which is my new obsession. Love it. Love it.
Well, there you have it! Hopefully from a few of my favorite indulgences you can find one that makes you happy too! :)
Posted by Sensitiva McFeelingsly at 10:13 AM 4 comments
Monday, March 17, 2008
Blue is for Boys...
I had a bizarre memory pop into my head as I rambled along with the daily commute this morning. I remembered suddenly a particular present I was given by my parents and how my vivid imagination turned it into something quite unrelated to what it was.
The present was (as if it wasn't already given away by the picture above) an enormous new set of crayons. Bliss. :)
They came in a large plastic binder that opened up like a storybook. And they were all held firmly in place by grooved plastic holders that lined them up in proper Roy G. Biv order. I was in fits on ecstasy when I received them. I couldn't wait to put them into action and create my next great masterpiece (which, in hindsight was actually how I felt upon beginning every new drawing - unfortunately my talents were not nearly as great as my desire for greatness itself).
However, the random memory pertains to another way in which I played with the crayons which was to assign them genders and play with them like they were dolls or action figures. Weird, I know.
I'm not sure if I was the only kid who ever did this or not, but I always preferred playing imaginary games where I could concoct and act out the scenarios of my choice. And moreover, I preferred to play imaginary games with people as the central figures. I find it interesting now that I am much more drawn to people-centric works of art. I like movies that revolve around real scenarios, and I definitely prefer fiction that mimics real life.
I spent hours playing with these crayons like toys and not art supplies and had a total blast with it. Their carrying case became an apartment house with each groove transforming into an individual living space and their relationships were as complex and interesting as my 7 year old mind could muster.
What I find interesting about all of this is the fact that the crayons were all assigned (by me, of course) a gender. Below I have listed the ones I can clearly remember (see if you agree):
"Girl" Colors:
Red
Pink
Yellow
Aquamarine (one of the few "cool colors" to be female)
"Boy" Colors:
Blue
Green
Purple (a boy color, albeit a feminine boy)
Orange (one of the few "warm colors" to be male)
Strange, eh? I suppose that, as a child, my gender was so much a part of my existence that I could not imagine even crayons to not be assigned to one or the other - what else would or could they be? Isn't it intriguing though to think about how children develop in reference to this. If I had been raised in a cave where there were no labels for man or woman, how long would it have taken me to figure out how my body was different or how my instincts were different from boys? Would it have mattered as much? Would there be more equality between the sexes?
Deep questions, kids. Deep.
I'd like to think that as an adult I base my feelings about myself and my self worth on the fact that I am a human being and not on the fact that I am a female, but I have to admit that I do find myself with preconceived notions of what I should do or be based on what other women are and not on what other men can do or be.
Based on this, I have decided that I will not paint my little girl's room pink. Nor will I paint my little boy's room blue. I think green will be the choice - although according to me green will probably turn my little girl into a masculine mess.
So be it! :)
Posted by Sensitiva McFeelingsly at 10:22 AM 4 comments
Friday, March 14, 2008
Rock Your Socks!
Hello kids!
I'm feeling a bit punchy today to tell you the truth, so I have decided to ramble a bit about this week and also hopefully turn you all on to a few of my favorite internet pick-me-ups!
This week was long. And there was a lot of work involved which TOTALLY sucked big time. Seriously, I have been running around like a crazy person trying to get everything done. It's nuts.
Another thing that sucked: I had to go to St. Louis. Nothing against St. Louis, but it's boring. Sorry, it's true. AND when I went to get my rental car at Hertz (stupid pissmongers) they denied my credit card because they were trying to authorize a $500 balance for a $175 rental. WHAT!? I was apalled. And THEN when I tried to switch my reservation to just one day so I could get to my appointments for at least half my trip they said they could not swipe my card again because they had already tried it.
I thought I might sponatneously combust and/or sprout daggers out of my skull.
It was a good thing that Husband was also in town for the meetings (although he was wiser and reserved his car at Budget). He had to come to Hertz in person (because they couldn't take his number over the phone) and get the car for me. Even though I felt like an irresponsible five-year-old being bailed out by my Dad, I was grateful. Sigh. Sometimes I just can't win.
But, I'm home. And work is nuts. And so, since today is Friday and it is past lunchtime (which means I no longer care about work) I am going to delight and tantalize you, yes YOU, dear reader with a few of my favorite
1. http://theblogess.com/ She ROCKS. Like, Sting back when he used to rock with the Police before he became all old and zen and Yanni-like. Give her blog traffic because Goshdarnit! she deserves it.
2. http://www.magnetoboldtoo.com/ She also rocks. BIG TIME. If you like your women foul-mouthed, hilarious and wearing fabulous shoes, she's your gal. And she's Australian, so all you Americans can read a blog that makes you both laugh and feel superior for having an international "friend." It's sad, but she does make me feel more cultured. Stop laughing, it's hurting my feelers.
3. This picture of our dog, Logan, as a puppy (it was actually the picture posted by his breeder and it SOLD me on him) because he looks so adorably grumpy. I'll tell you what, nobody can frown like this little guy:
4. This video! Just because the world would be a better place if we all just took a little more time to like stuff and not hate on stuff:
So, there you have it. At least a couple days worth of fun. DEEE-LICIOUS!
Posted by Sensitiva McFeelingsly at 2:51 PM 1 comments
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Dog Problems
If this was a movie, and I could pick a character to play me in this scenario, I'd be some kind of mutt dog wandering slowly into the room with my tail between my legs and an extremely humble look of apology on my face.
Seriously.
I know, I know, it's not like the world ended because I stopped blogging for a bit, and I'm sure all five of you will forgive for being so long absent. But, I do want to apologize sincerely for having fallen off the face of the blogosphere for the last couple of months.
I've just been a little preoccupied. And I've also been a little unmotivated. In truth, I guess this lack of motivation feels a bit like depression, but I wouldn't call it that. I think it'd be more accurate to describe what I've been feeling as a mad case of the "Winter Blues." All this snow can make even the sunshiniest (yep, just made that word up) of people start to dim a bit, and with all the added stress of work picking back up after the holidays and dog/car problems galore, this gal was feeling extinguished altogether.
Christmas and the New Year were a total blast - aside from a serious bout of sickness for Husband - and the addition of our new puppy, Steve was a true joy. But, our other puppy, Logan had some health issues we were forced to deal with shortly after the new year that put a real damper on my spirit.
I had noticed a small lump in his shoulder several weeks prior, and had immediately taken him to the vet for a check-up. I was assured that these types of growths in dogs were quite common, and were usually nothing. But I was cautioned about the lump changing and how if that were to occur we might be heading for some dangerous territory. And as bad luck would have it - the damn thing did change. It went from feeling like a semi-smooshy little ball to feeling like a much harder little knot.
Of course, we did not hesitate to bring him back in for another check-up and were unfailingly presented with the only option: Surgery. So, our sweet little Logan went in to have the lump (and the tissue surrounding it) removed from his right, front shoulder. The incision was huge - I'm serious, I was shocked. And we were asked to please try to stop our ten month old puppy from running, jumping, climbing stairs, and playing of any sort. Great. I was also sent home with a bunch of terrifying literature that laid out the chances for survival if the little lump turned out to be a tumor.
I was heartbroken. Plain and simple. Even the thought of a poor prognosis sent me into a pit of despair, and I spent a lot of time just holding him on my lap and praying for God to spare him from this fate. My mind was a jumble of protests to the facts: It's too soon to think about losing him yet. He's just a baby. It isn't fair. I was also conflicted over the deep feelings of pain I had over the thought of his passing. I am a self-proclaimed animal lover and am also super sensitive to boot, so my feelings about animals and their treatment are often very intense. Example: I regularly feel sick just thinking about all the animals in the world that are abused, mistreated, and tortured everyday by inhumane, ugly people. I physically feel ill just thinking about it. So, I have a tendency to overreact when I feel my dogs are even in the slightest of pain or discomfort. Even though there is a sizeable part of me that is always saying, "They're just dogs. They are not children," I just can't help it. To me, they are as much a part of my family as any of the human members. And I truly feel that they have just as many rights as a living creature as I do. I know my opinions are not shared by everyone though, so it is difficult for me to display my true emotions, knowing that they may seem ridiculous and misguided to some. Regardless of the intensity of my feelings though, the next few days were not much fun for me or Husband.
Because of Logan's incision, we had to keep the dogs separated while we were at work. Steve revolted against his confinement in the laundry room by literally chewing through the door. I was aghast when I came home from work and saw his little face peering at me from the kitchen, and was shocked even further to see the destruction that his tiny little teeth were able to inflict on our poor unsuspecting door (I wish to God I'd taken a picture). They weren't allowed to play together which was desperately hard for both of them, and whenever I left the house after shutting Logan (clad in his stiff, plastic cone headpiece) in our bedroom and Steve in his little crate (since he'd lost laundry room privileges) I just felt like the meanest person in the world - or at least that's how they both had started looking at me. At work, my mind was suddenly consumed with thoughts of coming home to Logan dead or to Steve impaled on some part of the crate he was able to pry lose with his magic teeth while trying to get out of confinement. It was exhausting for me. I felt really helpless. And I also felt inconsolably sad at the prospect of all of this being for naught and us losing our Logan to cancer anyway.
The call finally came a couple days after the surgery. My knees nearly buckled with relief when the vet told me the good news: the lump was not cancer, it was not even a tumor! Apparently, some dogs and cats have adverse reactions to regular vaccinations. This lump had been created from a shot Logan was given that his body didn't like. It was harmless. It was nothing. He was going to be fine.
I was ecstatic, but there was also a large part of me that wanted to weep. I needed to release all that fear and all those bad thoughts and all of the metaphorical cancer that had been growing in me from the moment the vet first made clear to me the possibility that my dog was going to die. I tried my best to wipe those feelings away, but it has taken a long time to get over it, and I still find myself needlessly worrying about them at work and thinking about what I will do if I come home to find them hurt.
Most days though, I soldier through my insecurities and repeat to myself the fact that I have done everything I can to make them safe and happy and that the rest is up to fate. In the end, there is very little we can do to protect the ones we love when we are not near them, and as I practice for my years with children, I'm doing my best to build up a thicker skin.
And tonight, when I come home from work and open the door to see those little guys wagging and wriggling with joy to see me, I find comfort in the fact that my heart (in spite of any fear I'd felt while I was away) will be wagging and wriggling right along with them.
Posted by Sensitiva McFeelingsly at 10:11 AM 3 comments