not overheard but definitely said

today someone said: "i'm going to read your blog... i have the sticky note and i'm going to do it tonight... i was planning on stopping to get alcohol anyway."

1. the person who said this lives in constant fear of saying something to offend others
2. in fairness drinking probably makes this blog better
3. i laughed really really hard

so while you read tonight have a shot or two of jameson... let me know if things make much more sense.

clouds got in my way

it's been a joni mitchell kind of day. work is good. i am keeping my head above water... which is good. i'm good. things are good.. ish... esque...

so read joni mitchell below and then think about all the things you would have done if clouds had not got in the way....

in the meantime i go to sleep and soon i'll have enough energy to do something more than work, sleep and eat. can't make any promises though... as to when or what i'll do when i'm on that side of it... or how i'll get there... or if i'll sleep and eat enough to still be fun...


joni mitchell - both sides now
Rows and flows of angel hair,
and ice cream castles in the air,
and feathered canyons everywhere,
I've looked at clouds that way,
but now they only block the sun.
They rain and snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done,
but clouds got in my way.
I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
from up and down,
and still somehow,
it's cloud illusions I recall.
I really don't know clouds...at all.

Moons and Junes and ferris wheels,
the dizzy dancing way you feel
as every fairy tale comes real;
I've looked at love that way.
But now it's just another show.
You leave 'em laughing when you go
and if you care, don't let them know,
don't give yourself away.
I've looked at love from both sides now,
from give and take,
and still somehow
it's love's illusions I recall.
I really don't know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud,
to say "I love you" right out loud,
dreams and schemes and circus crowds,
I've looked at life that way.
But now old friends are acting strange,
they shake their heads,
they say I've changed.
Somethings lost but somethings gained
in living every day.
I've looked at life from both sides now,
from win and lose,
and still somehow
it's life's illusions I recall.
I really don't know life at all.

olivia newton john sucks

and i'm apparently not afraid to confront it.

things are busy. i can't seem to get ahead of the game or even in the game. the only thing it seems i can do is true to catch up, eat pf chang's with rhett, john, kathy and the kids and then make a playlist right before going to bed exhausted.

literally this is all i can type... i'm falling asleep while typing. but two important things to know: 1. i fucking love love love damien rice and would have 10,000 of his babies... i mean seriously "why did you sing hallelujah if it means nothing to ya? why did you sing with me at all?..." he's a genius 2. i don't even know what two is... i'm so tired i forgot it while i was trying to spell hallelujah.

'night.

fatigue

"it'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics to set you on your feet again..." - elton john



all i can write today is that i am tired. too tired for the above mentioned vodka tonics that i may need very very desperately... just to get through everything on my plate. very very tired. ready for bed and for the lack of thought that will come with sleep. it was a good day - work was great, the weather was great, the drive home was a nightmare and emma was fantastic. she couldn't be a better child. seriously she is so wonderful, creative, smart and funny... not to mention cute.

beyond that - the news, sports, weather i have nothing to add. i can't even bring myself to be introspective about things because it will do no good. there is more i want to say. there is always more in moments like these. but this is all i can do today.

my new job

it's at the art museum here.... and the painting the death of marat is on display... by jacques-louis david... and it's more amazing than the last time i saw it. more beautiful and more compelling... somehow it seemed so familiar and brought back such strong memories. have i mentioned i love love love art?


below is my one of my other all time favourites: jules bastien-lepage's joan of arc from the metropolitan museum of art. i could look at it all day.

while going to work

things haven't been going as smoothly in my life as i would like them to... sometimes it feels like it's an uphill battle just to get things done. one thing i do know is that i need a new work wardrobe and i have isolated the following items as having something to do with it:











yeah... i know... i'm supposed to be good at shopping because i'm a girl... but i totally suck at it. i like weird shoes, the color black and handbags. is that a wardrobe???? help!