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Blyss has a house guest! We were ‘formally’ introduced Sunday morning. After a frolicking good Girls Night Out we retired to her house and during our ‘early’ morning recap on her front porch her new friend decided to join us. Blyss has a set of wind chimes hanging from the corner of her porch and apparently a rather cute green lizard periodically perches on the chime’s clapper. It makes perfect sense because from that spot he has a great view of the yard, and it provides a relatively serene flat surface from which to take in the sun. However, getting to this prime location obviously causes the chimes to ring. Due to this fact we agreed to name him Quasimodo. The only question now is, how long will it take him to learn to ring out Matins, Lauds and Vespers.

When I must use an alarm to wake up in the morning I like to select ‘wake to CD’. [I can’t stand that annoying beep-beep-beep-beep…]
Last night I changed the CD for the first time in quite awhile. No more Frank Sinatra and the Swinging Brass. [The brass don’t really get swingin’ till later in the CD, so it’s not as rude an awakening as it may seem.] Now it’s O’ Porto, by Madredeus. I forgot O’ Porto is a ‘live’ album, so the first thing I heard this morning was the rich applause of an anxious crowd, filled with excitement and anticipation. Somehow it was oddly invigorating.
It feels like, “Wow, I really must have slept well to deserve that! What’s next on my agenda!”

There are some moments in life when you have to step back and ask yourself, “How did I end up in a John Waters movie?” You look around trying to find the hidden cameras and equipment and expect to hear the director yell “Cut” at any minute. Strangely enough, they tend to be those entirely unscripted, unplanned moments that you couldn’t arrange if you tried. When that happens to me, I LOVE IT.
So, Sunday night I took a date to my favorite sushi restaurant. Over time I have gotten to know the owners, who happen to be Korean. When I’m there I get that kind of personal attention that money really can’t buy. I never have to see a menu. The chef just prepares dishes, both sushi and sometimes special Korean delicacies. (Don’t knock the fish bones till you try ‘em and the spicy tuna salad was absolutely divine). It’s wonderful every time. Anyway, by 9pm we had the place to ourselves and we were doing saki-bombs with the sushi guys. Suddenly the owner suggested we go with them to do Karaoke. Being equally adventurous, my date and I immediately agreed. After kidnapping Ray and enjoying another round of saki-bombs we headed down to their friends’ Korean restaurant/Karaoke bar.
Koreans do Karaoke differently. We (there were 7 of us, 8 by the end of the night) were led into a private room with big plush leather sofas, a large table loaded with more culinary delights, buckets of beer, a big TV screen, two microphones and a tambourine. Apparently the Koreans understand that most people don’t want to hear YOU and YOUR FRIENDS sing in public. That is a special torture reserved for private sessions only. As anyone who has ever heard me sing can attest, I can’t carry a tune on a forklift, yet after hearing Lionel Ritchie’s “Herro” (that’s “Hello” in Asian), even I felt like a Rock Star. We sang, laughed, danced and dined into the wee hours of the morning.
I might be mistaken, but I vaguely remember, as I pulled into my home (at a decidedly ungodly hour) the faint echo resounding, “That’s a wrap!”

Why is it that some people feel the need to tell a single person, “Hey, you’re a good catch”? First of all, I don’t think any self-respecting, hygienically proud woman ever wants to be referenced in a fish analogy. Sorry Charlie, but the whole concept brings to mind some stinking, floppy, puckered up mess of gills laying out in the hot sun waiting for certain death. And no matter how much I may love sushi [go ahead, insert your own lesbian joke here] I find the whole idea rather unappealing. Besides, that last image sounds too much like my last relationship to be attractive to me in any way.

I guess it all follows along with the whole “more fish in the sea” idea that usually follows any relationship breakup. But, really folks, it’s not like we’re all floundering about until we finally net a relationship. Holy mackerel!

I guess lately I’m more of a poultry advocate. I’d rather be a “good lay” than a “good catch”.

Open invitation:

I’ve promised some co-workers to take them out dancing at the Village this Saturday Night. We should get off work around 9pm, and get to the strip by about 10pm.

I’d love to see any and all of you there.
Just be sure to bring your Boogie!

Thanks to my friends who (the girls/and the bachelor) understood and forgave me for missing Dick’s and the Dancing. The pictures look great and I’m sure a fabulous time was had by all. And (the guys/and the bachelorette) who understood when I answered ‘the call of the wild’ and stayed after they all left for the hotel.

Congrats again to Bry and Lyn!
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In other news, after a couple attempts Sunday afternoon, I was finally able to get the red wine stains out of my carpet. Those new ‘Oxy’ boosted cleaners ROCK!
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“The Ladykillers” was funnier than I expected. Some of my favorite quotes (some may be more paraphases than actual quotes):

“You know how we intellectuals like to get ourselves wedged into tight places.”
“Float like leaf on river of life… and kill old lady.”
“We met at an I. B. Singles meeting.”
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Walmart is more fun than Six Flags!

It’s that time of year again, and I’m faced with the eternal question:

1. Shave
2. Cream depilatory
3. Wax
4. Other

Discuss -

This time of year always strikes me as odd. It’s a time when we collectively agree upon a certain point at which we will all willingly agree to change our perception of time. It’s kind of amazing if you really stop to think about it. If time is relative, is space…is reality itself? Isn’t this all just one big agreement amongst us? We [more or less] agree on how we define things, on what we experience, on what we expect. And, we have the collective power to ‘change time’! I actually prefer this time of year [and again in the fall] for “resolutions”. New Years is just time continuing, while Day Light Savings is an opportunity to embrace change. There exists a quiet power in it that no one seems to recognize or celebrate.

I think next year I will have a Day Light Savings Time Party! So bring your resolutions, and be ready for a personal shift in consciousness. Which of your perceptions do you want to change?

A funny/insightful/profound thing happened to me today…no wait, that wasn’t me.
Nevermind.