It just seems that everyone's lives are moving in different directions - good directions. Some are looking for a new home, some are pregnant, some have a new job... mine is just not going anywhere!

I realize that "life is what YOU make it!", I just can't seem to make it or moreso waiting for something to happen that never will. I DO appreciate all that I have and I consider myself a lucky lady - but it has just become so apparent when in conversation with others that I really can't contribute anything - anything new, interesting or intelligent. I just tend to fade away.

I am soooo pathetic!

I need a new infusion of something. Perhaps I need to go to the Costco of blogs, something cheap, easy and accessible. Something bigger and larger than me to write its own stories. Something with a great value. Something worth a damn. Something that blares music and gets me out of bed to write.

I sat up late last night full of acidic wine and carbs. I listened to music, spoke in crazy moon languages online and tried to think back to a time when inspiration was easy to find, harness and re-work into something tangible.

You can't touch my words, you can't eat them up and spit them out and belch out to me a thanks, but you can flip through various web pages, hoping to nibble on a piece of my mind. I just don't feel so tasty these days.

I've eaten my lunch for breakfast and I'm holding off brushing my teeth as to not mess with the cheesy goodness this macaroni is trying hard to offer up to me. That's the kind of person I am.

My jeans are freshly washed and tighter than if I just inhaled two Big Macs and a milkshake. Great way to start off the morning!

I'm still spinning at the gym - I have a 2-hour spinning class next week and I don't think I'm prepared.

I'm working. I have no big plans. I have no hidden agendas or mysteries stuffed in my back pocket. Another year is going by too fast - I hope the rest of this year is filled with twinges of hope lined with the element of surprise and expectation.

Work is work. I've been called smart AND beautiful by one of my Board members and I feel good there.

Romantically the seas are calm.

That’s my world for today.

It's the Weeniecello! Hot Dog Infused Vodka!

This pretty much sums up what I'm feeling about now.

Scary.

Then again, I think the concept of weiner and booze is better than that of weiners on a dowel... a "Pogo" that is!

As you surely have heard, Steve Irwin, better known as the Crocodile Hunter, died yesterday. The Australian was not killed by a crocodile, but rather a stingray, while filming the documentary Ocean's Deadliest.

Much to the pleasure of the internet's creepy side, Irwin's death was caught on video. Apparently, the tape shows him pulling the stingray's barb from his chest before dying. I would never advocate watching such a thing (sober), but the video doesn't yet seem to be online! Not because it's too soon... no such thing on the internet! But because it'll take some time for some Aussie assistant to steal a copy. But how long will the pervs have to wait?



How long until the Irwin video makes it online?

One Week?

One Day?

Just give it a few hours for the email with the attachement?

Me hearing a voice I don't get to hear often enough that makes me smile.

The kind of smile that comes from the inside out.

Old friends are true wonderment.

We learn that moments of silence are o.k.

We've pretty much said it all over the years.

"Why are these people your friends?"

"Because they knew me before."

"Before what?"

.....before everything...."