"A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born."
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Ho ho there Dear Readers!
You didn't expect me to open up a blog with a quote, did you? You clearly don't recognize how deep I am. Lol! A very, very, very, great, beautiful brown friend of mine shared her favorite book with me, The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. That opening quote is from Antoine, or as I like to call him, Tone. Tone has a very interesting story and I'd urge you to read all about him, but what you really should read is The Little Prince.
It is a children's tale, but I feel that is a children's tale for adults who need to be reminded of what life really is all about. I feel like I should open up a tab and just start swiping quotes from the book. The quote above is not from The Little Prince, by the way.
My friend was so kind to share the book with me, as she felt that I needed it. She was right. She is really that deep. Though I think she would have been fine with me keeping the book, I gave it back....for another dear friend who may need it.
I almost think that it should be required reading for adulthood. Oh wait...two facebook notifications...be right back....ahhhhh technology.....now that was funny. By the time I clicked over, there were four; two from friends and two from Henrietta Hudson's. Apparently the event that I will probably attend next week has had a name change, as if I committed the name of the event to memory.
Back to The Little Prince. I say that I do this for you, but I'm doing it for me, assuming that it will do great things for you. I am going to open a tab and snatch some quotes. How's that? A little different twist, I mean...this is a Friday blog. You don't know the next time you will get this opportunity, to hear from me on a Friday. I had plans this evening, but my dique chest cold preempted everything.
"Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."
How great is that? As adults we seem to think that we are the end all. If we don't know something, another adult will. Kids can explain anything. If I held true today at least half the stuff I believed as a 4th grader, I'd be better off.
"I should never have listened to her," he confided to me one day, "One should never listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance."
Now...check that out. Stop and smell the roses...BUT don't pick them! Ok, this quote is about more than flowers. The gist is, you can enjoy something without needing to make it yours or decide that everything that comes from it is gospel. Especially if you are down with OPP. LMAO LMFAO...what an adult thought. Erase, erase, erase. I could not resist, sorry.
"Language is the source of misunderstandings."
Say word. The words that you use, along with the way you express them can mean so much. The ish is, you cannot expect everyone to get your meaning as well as you do. What does that mean..shut up. No...think, think long and hard before you speak and if something can be demonstrated without the weight of language, than let that demonstration be your voice. Check me out...this flu virus is really working me.
"You're beautiful, but you're empty.... No one could die for you."
Ok. That one really makes me think. I wondered if someone would say that about me, or if I've ever known anyone to say it to. I honestly do not believe that anyone would die for me. I am speaking figuravitily of course. I don't see anyone really sacrificing for me. I don't know how to feel about that. I think that takes a lot of stress off of me. If no one is willing for me, then I don't have to be concerned with returning the favor.
"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well."
Sigh. Words are not necessary..just read and sigh....there is hope everywhere.
There are more amazing quotes, but I really urge you to read the book for yourself. So that I don't have to feel some kind of way by copying all the quotes, I'll do the late great Tone a favor....
Amazon.com has The Little Prince in stock for $7.98. I'd order one right now, but I'll be at B&N tomorrow and pick up my own copy.
I'd like to close this post by welcoming two new Dear Readers...you know who you are, I'm glad that you've come.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Friday, December 17, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
It's Tuesday
Hello Dear Readers:
Crickets? I don't even know. You guys HAVE NO CLUE, or maybe some of you do, as to what I have been going through. I didn't even take a second to read the last blog, so I don't know what I said. Though all my blogs count, I am so sure that my life is changing so fast...you ought to just follow from this point on.
There is going to be an unveiling of a whole new Lola. The way I feel lately, I might just start using my government name. I hardly know who I am. That's not why you are here though. How are you? How are the holidays treating you?
I'm not involved with holidays this year. To be perfectly honest, I'm really to busy with work, school and life in general to be bothered with holidays.
The greatest thing about the holidays is that they resurface once a year. It makes me feel good that I have next year to get all mushy and ish. Right now...freak that crap.
It's been so long since we have spoken. I feel like I should just share my FB with you as that is where I post all the happenings. I'm sorry about that. Its just that my FB is so handy. To blog to you, I have to go through a whole process. And...FB is great because folk reach out to me in response. I am not as an attention whore as I used to be, but I still do enjoy a little credit.
Recently someone posted something on FB that sounded like one of my words. I don't remember what the word was, but I was concerned...so I FB'd the someone and bluntly asked if they were using my words. What kind of answer do you think that I got? Yes, those were your words, you are the most high in the sky like the stars, crystal gel....? No. Instead, I got a compliment (?) I guess, because the person said that my way of expressing myself was so interesting. Uh yeah. Wait one sec...lemme see brb....ok. That didn't work. I went to FB because I was going to cut and paste the comments here. Apparently, that is not ok with the powers that be.
See, that's kind of sucky because now you miss out when the guy on the bus sat on me. You just can't tell that type of story more than a few times.
Did I tell you that I'm teaching high school? I had too, I'm almost sure, because that was one of my lame ass excuses for not blogging. Trust me, that is not a lame ass excuse. I have a whole pile of papers that I am ignoring, knowing DAMN well that I should be grading.
I just don't feel like doing anything but this. I feel so good when I blog. This could be my utopia. I have greater plans for utopia, well at least I did. My plans didn't exactly go as planned. I guess that doesn't make them plans.
Moving right along. So....what do you want for Christmas? I need red pens. I need red pens, because maybe that will inspire me to grade these dang papers. I wish my students would just email me their work. I would be so much better at grading.
I'm watching 16 & Pregnant, rather it is watching me. After a few episodes, all these stories sound alike. I don't know why I bother. It is freezing in here and I am too lazy to go get my hoodie.
Won't you come on by and get my hoodie out of the closet? I don't have anyone to do coolio things like that for me. Life is good when you have someone that can run into the kitchen and make you tea, life is fabulous when you have someone to bring you your hoodie from the closet.
I wish I had that.
I wish I had loads of things...but if someone truly wanted to get me what I wanted for Christmas, I'd like someone who would love me enough to get my hoodie from the closet, bonus points if they could rub Vicks on my chest without making a face.
That is love.
This is enough as I have not touched any important subjects..this was like a slam blog. I'm sorry it lacks direction, but its late, I'm tired, congested and cold and this silly heifer on 16 & Pregnant is mad because Blake has not been home and Nathan is intense.
W/h/a/t/e/v/e/r.
I love you for reading, (<---is that even my sign off? I don't recall)
Lola
WAIT!
You get me, that's why I love you!
Lola!!
Crickets? I don't even know. You guys HAVE NO CLUE, or maybe some of you do, as to what I have been going through. I didn't even take a second to read the last blog, so I don't know what I said. Though all my blogs count, I am so sure that my life is changing so fast...you ought to just follow from this point on.
There is going to be an unveiling of a whole new Lola. The way I feel lately, I might just start using my government name. I hardly know who I am. That's not why you are here though. How are you? How are the holidays treating you?
I'm not involved with holidays this year. To be perfectly honest, I'm really to busy with work, school and life in general to be bothered with holidays.
The greatest thing about the holidays is that they resurface once a year. It makes me feel good that I have next year to get all mushy and ish. Right now...freak that crap.
It's been so long since we have spoken. I feel like I should just share my FB with you as that is where I post all the happenings. I'm sorry about that. Its just that my FB is so handy. To blog to you, I have to go through a whole process. And...FB is great because folk reach out to me in response. I am not as an attention whore as I used to be, but I still do enjoy a little credit.
Recently someone posted something on FB that sounded like one of my words. I don't remember what the word was, but I was concerned...so I FB'd the someone and bluntly asked if they were using my words. What kind of answer do you think that I got? Yes, those were your words, you are the most high in the sky like the stars, crystal gel....? No. Instead, I got a compliment (?) I guess, because the person said that my way of expressing myself was so interesting. Uh yeah. Wait one sec...lemme see brb....ok. That didn't work. I went to FB because I was going to cut and paste the comments here. Apparently, that is not ok with the powers that be.
See, that's kind of sucky because now you miss out when the guy on the bus sat on me. You just can't tell that type of story more than a few times.
Did I tell you that I'm teaching high school? I had too, I'm almost sure, because that was one of my lame ass excuses for not blogging. Trust me, that is not a lame ass excuse. I have a whole pile of papers that I am ignoring, knowing DAMN well that I should be grading.
I just don't feel like doing anything but this. I feel so good when I blog. This could be my utopia. I have greater plans for utopia, well at least I did. My plans didn't exactly go as planned. I guess that doesn't make them plans.
Moving right along. So....what do you want for Christmas? I need red pens. I need red pens, because maybe that will inspire me to grade these dang papers. I wish my students would just email me their work. I would be so much better at grading.
I'm watching 16 & Pregnant, rather it is watching me. After a few episodes, all these stories sound alike. I don't know why I bother. It is freezing in here and I am too lazy to go get my hoodie.
Won't you come on by and get my hoodie out of the closet? I don't have anyone to do coolio things like that for me. Life is good when you have someone that can run into the kitchen and make you tea, life is fabulous when you have someone to bring you your hoodie from the closet.
I wish I had that.
I wish I had loads of things...but if someone truly wanted to get me what I wanted for Christmas, I'd like someone who would love me enough to get my hoodie from the closet, bonus points if they could rub Vicks on my chest without making a face.
That is love.
This is enough as I have not touched any important subjects..this was like a slam blog. I'm sorry it lacks direction, but its late, I'm tired, congested and cold and this silly heifer on 16 & Pregnant is mad because Blake has not been home and Nathan is intense.
W/h/a/t/e/v/e/r.
I love you for reading, (<---is that even my sign off? I don't recall)
Lola
WAIT!
You get me, that's why I love you!
Lola!!
Monday, October 25, 2010
It has been nearly two months since my last confession....
Readers, dear Readers:
I am blogging after midnight from my touch. There will be errors and I lack the energy to correct them. I love you and I miss you and I'M TEACHING AND THAT SUCKS THE EVERYTHING OUT OF ME. Sorry for the yelling but I've been meaning to get around to this for some time now, need I remind you why I've been so absent? This is not a comfy way of blogging but hopefully you realize how much I truly miss you with this glorified text message. You must have loads of questions and I swear that I have answers but I'm too best to read your mind right now. I have to sleep but please understand you are loved. I am ok just hella busy. This is not goodbye......but we will pick up this chat later!
Lola losing sleep, send love please
I am blogging after midnight from my touch. There will be errors and I lack the energy to correct them. I love you and I miss you and I'M TEACHING AND THAT SUCKS THE EVERYTHING OUT OF ME. Sorry for the yelling but I've been meaning to get around to this for some time now, need I remind you why I've been so absent? This is not a comfy way of blogging but hopefully you realize how much I truly miss you with this glorified text message. You must have loads of questions and I swear that I have answers but I'm too best to read your mind right now. I have to sleep but please understand you are loved. I am ok just hella busy. This is not goodbye......but we will pick up this chat later!
Lola losing sleep, send love please
Saturday, September 4, 2010
I've lost count...would someone be so kind...
Dear Readers:
Aren't you patient? I told you that I took on something new and I did. I switched careers and while I don't want to go into it right now, I've been hired and work starts next week.
I am very excited, though more so nervous. Today has been an emotional day, as I've been choking back tears all day. There is so much going on. Never have I felt so lonely. Well, maybe I have-its just been so long.
Loneliness is a funny thing, especially when you forget the empty feeling. The nutty thing is that I want to be alone, just not with myself. That is crazy talk. I need this, I need to just bang away at the keys and the hell with proofreading, spell check and the like.
This turmoil has little to do with my new career. It is more about my life and choices. I mean, this is the only life that I have. I should not be second guessing, I should not wake up full of tears. I dreamt of my Grandma last night. She has this uncanny way of coming to me when I am especially upset. I love her so much. As much as we argued, she is the ONLY person who has understood me. Ever. I tell you all the time that you get me, but what you get is what I portray. There are pieces of me that will forever be just for me. Sometimes I just think too much. I mean, staying under the radar can get awfully comfy..but come up for air once or twice......
You will be shocked at what has been going on, outside of your safe zone. Oh Dear Readers, what to do? Your Lola is in pain. I feel stained and ruined. I don't want this. I just want what I had. I don't know if I can get it back. Quite possibly what I had is coming to an end. Maybe it ended already and I was just too stupid to notice. That is the trouble with seeing the good in everything, sometimes you miss the jagged edge.
I'm so lonely.
I can't even cry right because the WondaKids are milling about. I try not to cry in front of them. Its tough, because I end up living lies everywhere. I may be honest with you, but what does that solve?
Perhaps there is no solution for this problem. I just want to go off by myself. I need to let all this darkness out. This dark, inky, sadness that is weighing me down.
As if I am not heavy enough in real time, I am emotionally weighed down.
This is terrible. I have not spoken to you in over a month and this is what I come back with. If I recall, my last blog was not too hopeful either.
I need someone to hear me. Even if that someone needs to curse me out. I am not looking for sympathy, I'm looking for an ear. In my dreams, my Grandma never speaks to me, but we communicate. That is one of the things that I miss the most, right after her hugs...her voice. It KILLS me that I cannot hear her voice anymore. I don't remember it.
I try.
I swear I do.
That is the worse feeling. So now here are the tears. This is certainly not what you signed up for.
I am so, so, so, sorry.
This is not what I want this blog to be. Please respect that I am a person just like you. I'm feeling a certain way. Though I don't know that anyone will be reading, it feels good (I guess) to get this out.
This is just scratching the surface. Should I dig deeper, I fear that I will never stop crying.
You get me, that's why I love you,
Lola
Aren't you patient? I told you that I took on something new and I did. I switched careers and while I don't want to go into it right now, I've been hired and work starts next week.
I am very excited, though more so nervous. Today has been an emotional day, as I've been choking back tears all day. There is so much going on. Never have I felt so lonely. Well, maybe I have-its just been so long.
Loneliness is a funny thing, especially when you forget the empty feeling. The nutty thing is that I want to be alone, just not with myself. That is crazy talk. I need this, I need to just bang away at the keys and the hell with proofreading, spell check and the like.
This turmoil has little to do with my new career. It is more about my life and choices. I mean, this is the only life that I have. I should not be second guessing, I should not wake up full of tears. I dreamt of my Grandma last night. She has this uncanny way of coming to me when I am especially upset. I love her so much. As much as we argued, she is the ONLY person who has understood me. Ever. I tell you all the time that you get me, but what you get is what I portray. There are pieces of me that will forever be just for me. Sometimes I just think too much. I mean, staying under the radar can get awfully comfy..but come up for air once or twice......
You will be shocked at what has been going on, outside of your safe zone. Oh Dear Readers, what to do? Your Lola is in pain. I feel stained and ruined. I don't want this. I just want what I had. I don't know if I can get it back. Quite possibly what I had is coming to an end. Maybe it ended already and I was just too stupid to notice. That is the trouble with seeing the good in everything, sometimes you miss the jagged edge.
I'm so lonely.
I can't even cry right because the WondaKids are milling about. I try not to cry in front of them. Its tough, because I end up living lies everywhere. I may be honest with you, but what does that solve?
Perhaps there is no solution for this problem. I just want to go off by myself. I need to let all this darkness out. This dark, inky, sadness that is weighing me down.
As if I am not heavy enough in real time, I am emotionally weighed down.
This is terrible. I have not spoken to you in over a month and this is what I come back with. If I recall, my last blog was not too hopeful either.
I need someone to hear me. Even if that someone needs to curse me out. I am not looking for sympathy, I'm looking for an ear. In my dreams, my Grandma never speaks to me, but we communicate. That is one of the things that I miss the most, right after her hugs...her voice. It KILLS me that I cannot hear her voice anymore. I don't remember it.
I try.
I swear I do.
That is the worse feeling. So now here are the tears. This is certainly not what you signed up for.
I am so, so, so, sorry.
This is not what I want this blog to be. Please respect that I am a person just like you. I'm feeling a certain way. Though I don't know that anyone will be reading, it feels good (I guess) to get this out.
This is just scratching the surface. Should I dig deeper, I fear that I will never stop crying.
You get me, that's why I love you,
Lola
Thursday, July 22, 2010
An Apology.....Dear Readers, Please Read....
Dear Readers:
I want you to be aware that I am currently going through some things of a personal nature. That is the only reason that I've been so absent. I miss you and I miss writing, but its hard for me to disconnect from my everyday enough to lie to you. I can't just find some random thing to blog about. Ok. That is an untruth. I can really find random things, but I am going through so much, I feel that I will cheat you. I want to share with you, but the time is not right. I just feel entirely too distracted to be the Lola that you need me to be. If I am going to have to censor myself and not be 100% with you, you will pick it up in my writing.
I don't want to leave you hanging, so you can eliminate the following:
1. Sickness
2. Lovely
3. WondaKids
I would think that those are the main things that you would fear. I am quite healthy and yes, still head over heels with my Lovely, and lastly, the WondaKids are quite wonderful.
All of my turmoil is solely based on me. I set out to do something and though it is not more than I expected, sometimes it seems more than I can handle. I don't know if that makes sense--trust me, I don't think anything over the last summer has made sense. I imagine that positive thinking begets positive outcomes, but I am rapidly getting to a place of unpositivity. I am literally racing away from negative thoughts, but they sure are slick in finding their way back to you, or in this case me.
Please, please, don't give up on me. When I tell you that you mean the world to me, Dear Readers, you really do. I hate neglecting you, that is why I am blogging right now. You may wonder why it took me over a month...really the feat that I have undertaken really does keep me busy. Its not just you, my personal & family life has suffered as a whole.
Now that I am here, I am feeling slightly renewed. My relationship with you, Dear Readers, does sustain me. I missed you. Correction: I miss you. I am not going to make promises of my return. I can assure you that I will be back, I just can't promise you a date.
Everyday, whether I am aware of it or not, a little bit of me wishes I was in front of my pc typing away to you.
Thank you for your understanding.
You get me. That's why I love you.
Lola
I want you to be aware that I am currently going through some things of a personal nature. That is the only reason that I've been so absent. I miss you and I miss writing, but its hard for me to disconnect from my everyday enough to lie to you. I can't just find some random thing to blog about. Ok. That is an untruth. I can really find random things, but I am going through so much, I feel that I will cheat you. I want to share with you, but the time is not right. I just feel entirely too distracted to be the Lola that you need me to be. If I am going to have to censor myself and not be 100% with you, you will pick it up in my writing.
I don't want to leave you hanging, so you can eliminate the following:
1. Sickness
2. Lovely
3. WondaKids
I would think that those are the main things that you would fear. I am quite healthy and yes, still head over heels with my Lovely, and lastly, the WondaKids are quite wonderful.
All of my turmoil is solely based on me. I set out to do something and though it is not more than I expected, sometimes it seems more than I can handle. I don't know if that makes sense--trust me, I don't think anything over the last summer has made sense. I imagine that positive thinking begets positive outcomes, but I am rapidly getting to a place of unpositivity. I am literally racing away from negative thoughts, but they sure are slick in finding their way back to you, or in this case me.
Please, please, don't give up on me. When I tell you that you mean the world to me, Dear Readers, you really do. I hate neglecting you, that is why I am blogging right now. You may wonder why it took me over a month...really the feat that I have undertaken really does keep me busy. Its not just you, my personal & family life has suffered as a whole.
Now that I am here, I am feeling slightly renewed. My relationship with you, Dear Readers, does sustain me. I missed you. Correction: I miss you. I am not going to make promises of my return. I can assure you that I will be back, I just can't promise you a date.
Everyday, whether I am aware of it or not, a little bit of me wishes I was in front of my pc typing away to you.
Thank you for your understanding.
You get me. That's why I love you.
Lola
Thursday, June 17, 2010
I came all the way back just to name this blog..wth...Lola cares, especially on a Thursday that somewhere could be a Tuesday.
Dearest Readers:
I'm well aware that the last time we spoke it was May 25. Yes, it is June 17. Where have I been, you ask? In my skin. My busy, preoccupied, running to and fro skin. I don't even have the capacity to really give you anything of substance tonight. This is like when you check up on your Sim and just go click on the important stuff; food, bathroom, clean the toilet, shower, clean the shower, sleep...I guess, right? Well Dear Readers, I've been pretty busy of late and I have so much to tell you, yet so much to keep to myself. Don't be cross! I have to leave a little for myself. I am the center of my Venn Diagram and though you are here with me, I need some space for me. I swear I hear your eyes rolling. Readers, behave! I'm happy to announce a new Dear Reader out there. Don't worry I won't expose you. I try, somewhat unsuccessfully to keep my identity secret, so trust me I will do the same for you. Only successfully.
OMG. My ipod WON'T DIE. My Lovely was so kind to get me an ipod touch. I really love it, but...this morning I had 20% battery power left. Now, I'm no mathlete..heh heh, but I know 20% is a fifth and that is not much in terms of anything. Imagine a fifth of an M&M! Anyhow, I don't want my new toy to die on me, but I know that I have to let the battery completely deplete before I charge. Dear Readers..when we last left our heroine, her battery was on 20%. She has been running the "dique" dying battery non-stop since 4:30pm. What the hell!!?? Now I cannot even go to bed until it dies and I charge it. No puedo. I am exhausted. I'm starting to think its somehow managed to charge itself. In case you don't know its already 11pm, and I have sooooo much to do, like not blog tomorrow.
Awwww, you guys....I wish we could all meet at Pride. Anonymously of course. I know that there is a killer out there and To Whom It May Concern, don't even try to back me into a corner. Lola don't play that. I love my life very much and I'm in no desire to find myself on the verb side of a chainsaw. I know you are probably surprised. Whatever.
Let's not talk to the killer anymore...they kill for attention, you know. I'd love to tell you what's on my ipod, but I almost fear talking about it will further the battery charge.
I'm sleepy. Gosh. Gone are the days when I would head out to a party at 10pm. Now I'm at the party by 8pm with my early exit strategy already mapped out. What I should do is hop in the shower. Walking though my city in flip flops in the summer is dirty. Ick. On my way to my destination (don't you wish you knew) I walked across some berries. How did I find a patch of berries on a city sidewalk? That's just me. Do you know what happens when you walk across berries in flip flops? It is so not pretty. Ah..just to update you, I just checked the ipod battery. The freaker is on 15%. I've only killed 5%?? Enough. I just powered it off. At this rate it will last me all night and I'm not up for that.
Be right back...mmmm I felt like a snack, so I went to my top secret Hershey kiss stash. Despite me reaching out to you at least monthly, I know that you won't come over so its safe to tell you. I hide the kisses in the freezer behind the baking soda. Lolatiscally, no one EVER looks behind the baking soda in the freezer.
I challenge you to try that out.
Ick. I'm going to go wash the filth of the city off my feet. Its going to take me ages to figure out how to clean off these berry stains.
You get me. That's why I love you.
Love
Lola
I'm well aware that the last time we spoke it was May 25. Yes, it is June 17. Where have I been, you ask? In my skin. My busy, preoccupied, running to and fro skin. I don't even have the capacity to really give you anything of substance tonight. This is like when you check up on your Sim and just go click on the important stuff; food, bathroom, clean the toilet, shower, clean the shower, sleep...I guess, right? Well Dear Readers, I've been pretty busy of late and I have so much to tell you, yet so much to keep to myself. Don't be cross! I have to leave a little for myself. I am the center of my Venn Diagram and though you are here with me, I need some space for me. I swear I hear your eyes rolling. Readers, behave! I'm happy to announce a new Dear Reader out there. Don't worry I won't expose you. I try, somewhat unsuccessfully to keep my identity secret, so trust me I will do the same for you. Only successfully.
OMG. My ipod WON'T DIE. My Lovely was so kind to get me an ipod touch. I really love it, but...this morning I had 20% battery power left. Now, I'm no mathlete..heh heh, but I know 20% is a fifth and that is not much in terms of anything. Imagine a fifth of an M&M! Anyhow, I don't want my new toy to die on me, but I know that I have to let the battery completely deplete before I charge. Dear Readers..when we last left our heroine, her battery was on 20%. She has been running the "dique" dying battery non-stop since 4:30pm. What the hell!!?? Now I cannot even go to bed until it dies and I charge it. No puedo. I am exhausted. I'm starting to think its somehow managed to charge itself. In case you don't know its already 11pm, and I have sooooo much to do, like not blog tomorrow.
Awwww, you guys....I wish we could all meet at Pride. Anonymously of course. I know that there is a killer out there and To Whom It May Concern, don't even try to back me into a corner. Lola don't play that. I love my life very much and I'm in no desire to find myself on the verb side of a chainsaw. I know you are probably surprised. Whatever.
Let's not talk to the killer anymore...they kill for attention, you know. I'd love to tell you what's on my ipod, but I almost fear talking about it will further the battery charge.
I'm sleepy. Gosh. Gone are the days when I would head out to a party at 10pm. Now I'm at the party by 8pm with my early exit strategy already mapped out. What I should do is hop in the shower. Walking though my city in flip flops in the summer is dirty. Ick. On my way to my destination (don't you wish you knew) I walked across some berries. How did I find a patch of berries on a city sidewalk? That's just me. Do you know what happens when you walk across berries in flip flops? It is so not pretty. Ah..just to update you, I just checked the ipod battery. The freaker is on 15%. I've only killed 5%?? Enough. I just powered it off. At this rate it will last me all night and I'm not up for that.
Be right back...mmmm I felt like a snack, so I went to my top secret Hershey kiss stash. Despite me reaching out to you at least monthly, I know that you won't come over so its safe to tell you. I hide the kisses in the freezer behind the baking soda. Lolatiscally, no one EVER looks behind the baking soda in the freezer.
I challenge you to try that out.
Ick. I'm going to go wash the filth of the city off my feet. Its going to take me ages to figure out how to clean off these berry stains.
You get me. That's why I love you.
Love
Lola
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
62, 63, 64, 65th Tuesday-At Least Its Tuesday!
Dearest Readers:
I.HAVE.SO.MUCH.GOING.ON.
Where do we start? I'm so busy, I think I have to break off topics and then address them. Isn't that something? Who do I really think I am? Me! Lol! Here we go, I present to you TOPICS OF BLOGSION:
1. JOURNEY TO MEAT/POULTRY FREEDOM
2. CABLEVISION UPDATE AND WHY THEY WILL ALWAYS SUCK
3. GREATEST BOOK I'VE READ THIS YEAR
4. GYM UPDATE & VROOM VROOM UPDATE AKA SHORTEST UPDATE EVER
5. WHAT I DID THIS PAST SATURDAY
6. FUZZY CREATURE FEATURE
7. OVEN: TO BAKE OR NOT TO BAKE THAT IS THE QUESTION
8. MY BOOK: WHY I CANNOT WRITE SMALL ENOUGH
9. GREATEST MOMENTS ON APRIL 30, 2010
10: MY BOOK PART II: WHY ARE TEN DAYS ALREADY FILLED IN?
11: CRYING IN MY SMOOTHIE: THE LOLA-ALL-ALONE PERIODICAL
I'm pretty sure that I can combine a few topics, but please, indulge me...I have not been around for a bit.
JOURNEY TO MEAT/POULTRY FREEDOM
Today marks one month and one day that I have been meat and poultry free. I am actually ok. I didn't think it would be so tough, seeing as I enjoy an eclectic diet anyway. I guess I was worried because I am a foodie (read: fat a$$). I do not really feel a huge difference in my body. I'd like to say I feel more energetic, but to say that today would be a LIE, since I am exhausted. You may be wondering how the vegetarian life is...well, I don't know. I am not a vegetarian. Its a popular misconception. Vegetarians don't eat seafood. You know, nothing with a face. I'm a PESCATARIAN. Yes I am well aware that that sounds like a religion. Spare me. I've had a few moments where I felt tempted, but the hardest moments: coming across a paper bag of fried chicken and lifting the foil on a HUGE pernil. The first incident FCPB was at a friend's home. She sent me in the kitchen to get a bag of tortilla chips out of a bag. Don't ask me why this dique friend had a similar looking paper bag on the same table with a bag of chicken wings staring at me. Readers, those chicken wings looked so awesome, its like they were waiting for me. I stood there stuck for a minute until I clenched my fists and walked away. The second incident, the PERNIL ASSAULT was recently at my mother's home. I was snacking on a big bag of trail mix and my mom called my attention to a pan in her kitchen. I of course, assumed it was chicken and since I already beat the chicken lust, I opened it without hesitation. There in front of me, still warm, fresh garlic and herbs glistening was quite possibly the sexiest pork shoulder I'd EVER seen. For some reason its real easy to say "no pork on my fork, no swine on my mind" when you think of pork, UNTIL you come across the SEXIEST PERNIL OF ALL TIME. Be proud of me, I tossed in a extra big handful of pumpkin seeds and raisins and walked away.
CABLEVISION UPDATE AND WHY THEY WILL ALWAYS SUCK
I pride myself on beating the system when it comes to Cablevision. I think that they are way too expensive and all they do is show the same crap. I used to have a huge diamond platinum pimp package with more channels then I would ever need. From there I went to no cable, no phone, no internet...my bills was so tiny, it was like a late night bodega trip. After a while, I really had to up the package, it was depressing. I figured since it was winter-we didn't have too many out-of-the-house options. At this point, due to TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS, I need to up it once again-this time to add a phone line and the internet. DUM DUM DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA yes the internet. You ought to be excited, because that means more blogging. Wooooweeee. I didn't forget the suckation: they suck because they have a Triple Play, one year $30 a service..so for the cable, phone and internet plus taxes and lies (taxes=lies) the bill will be a few blocks over $100. Watch What Happens!!! Once you get all used to the beauty of simultaneously chatting on the phone, blogging and watching Bravo, they send you the REAL BILL. The plan should be called Triple Play and PleaseGetThatKnifeOutOfMyBackThankYouVeryMuch. Hopefully the TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS will dull the knife. TBA.
GREATEST BOOK I'VE READ THIS YEAR
The Host by Stephanie Meyers. Yes, she has written something other than the Twilight Series. No, there are no dang vampyres or wolves in this one, but WOW. What a story! What a concept! I would be in such a better place right now, if I would have written that. But nooooooooo, I spend all my time blogging to My Dear Readers and working on TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS. It's all good. I won't tell you anything about the book, I mean, unless you really enjoy a FABULOUS read, its not for you. You know what, now that I think about it, this blog should fill all your requirements for reading, but should I get too preoccupied with TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS, you are more than free to explore other reading options, starting with The Host.
GYM UPDATE & VROOM VROOM UPDATE AKA SHORTEST UPDATE EVER
NO AND NO. FIN.
WHAT I DID THIS PAST SATURDAY
Saturday morning McKinley and I went to a bone marrow drive for Sophia Lopez. It took minutes of my life, to possibly save hers. Here is the site for more information: http://www.dkmsamericas.org/drives/help-save-baby-sophia-and-others-0
Readers, I'm all for a cause. I took my WondaGirl because I hope to instill the same values in my children. Patterson went to a Math Tournament...I know, he a freaking genius. Really, take a look at Sophia's page. It only takes a minute. After that feel good trip, we went to meet a friend, the FCPB friend..only this time she didn't leave any poultry around. We had a fantastic time at the Bronx Zoo. My friend, her two kids and three extra kids..plus me and McKinley. My friend is a SAINT. She really is. She has a yearly membership to the Zoo which includes loads of goodies at all the NYC Zoos and even the Aquarium. Ah, don't take it from me, look here http://www.bronxzoo.com/. Good Times....
FUZZY CREATURE FEATURE
Wow. I am feeling tired. I will plow on. Alright, so I know that I live in NY, and I understand that we have rat issues. Ewwwww..did you happen to catch that commercial..something about budget cuts--all I know is it talks about the new neighbors and the camera is thisclose on no less than a housing project worth of rodents. Ewww...worst that the cancerous lung anti smoking ad. Anyhow, I've been seeing signs, OBVIOUS ones indicating that I may have more than the average mice. I saw them working their way, one by one (it was three) to a secret location under my radiator. I put down some traps and caught two. Well you don't have to follow Sesame Street to understand that I SHOULD have had one left. Flash forward to a week later and I have fourteen (14) dropping left overnight in my kitchen. Do you know how disgusting it is to have to count and recount droppings. Really, I can't deal with that much excitement at 6am. I called the folk that beat the rent out of me every month and left a scalding (not scolding, SCALDING) voicemail. They sent two exterminators, who pretty much tore up my entire home, stuffing every hole with poison and steel wool. So far, I have not seen any dropping-I did see one mouse mid week. I think he is probably afraid to leave droppings, since my reaction was so scalding. Yes I said it again. I like the way it rolls out.
OVEN: TO BAKE OR NOT TO BAKE THAT IS THE QUESTION
This one is easy. I can bake. The reason I couldn't bake is because apparently that wire hanging in my oven was supposed to be there and a certain blogger who will remained unnamed should not have snapped it off in a moment of fury.
MY BOOK: WHY I CANNOT WRITE SMALL ENOUGH
Lately there has been some question as to why I keep talking about my book. No, I am not writing a book. I am talking about my calendar book. Due to the TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS, I have so many deadlines and ish to do, that I have no choice but to write it down. Since my book is the Hallmark freebie, it is really small. If you were to look at my book, you'd think, WOW...THIS LOLA, I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE SETS TIME ASIDE TO EAT, MUCH LESS BLOG, POOR CREATURE.
GREATEST MOMENT ON APRIL 30, 2010
On April 30, 2010 a dream of mine came to fruition at about 2:15. Yes it has to do with the TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS. I promise to share with you during the week of June 21st. I promise the time is flying by! Fruition is probably the wrong word, but lets just say that I needed the NEWS for the dream to even JOURNEY TO FRUITION.
MY BOOK PART II: WHY ARE TEN DAYS ALREADY FILLED IN?
See above. Count all the TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS. That'll learn ya.
CRYING IN MY SMOOTHIE: THE LOLA-ALL-ALONE PERIODICAL
Since I'm a little paranoid, I'm not telling you when but somewhere during the month of July My Lovely will be vacationing without me and I will be a damn mess. I don't know that I will be able to do anything without promise of her arms around me. Argh. No puedo. I love her. Baby, I love you, I miss you already. I can't want until you come home. Mind you, Readers, she has not even left. I try to prepare myself for these things. Otherwise-straight basket case. McKinley and Patterson will be gone during the same period. No, not with her...loca! It will just be me dolo. Alright, alright...According to the Urban Dictionary: Dolo is a slang expression - Means To be alone, by yourself. I heard it, I think, when I was watching Step Brothers. Maybe. I don't know.
Oh! The same day that I watched Step Brothers, I watched Teeth. What!!?? I will leave you with a quote from the movie.
"Vagina dentata! It's what's inside me. The doctor said so. A hero has to come and conquer them!"
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Whew. This was a long one. Stand, deliver and we all fall down.
I.HAVE.SO.MUCH.GOING.ON.
Where do we start? I'm so busy, I think I have to break off topics and then address them. Isn't that something? Who do I really think I am? Me! Lol! Here we go, I present to you TOPICS OF BLOGSION:
1. JOURNEY TO MEAT/POULTRY FREEDOM
2. CABLEVISION UPDATE AND WHY THEY WILL ALWAYS SUCK
3. GREATEST BOOK I'VE READ THIS YEAR
4. GYM UPDATE & VROOM VROOM UPDATE AKA SHORTEST UPDATE EVER
5. WHAT I DID THIS PAST SATURDAY
6. FUZZY CREATURE FEATURE
7. OVEN: TO BAKE OR NOT TO BAKE THAT IS THE QUESTION
8. MY BOOK: WHY I CANNOT WRITE SMALL ENOUGH
9. GREATEST MOMENTS ON APRIL 30, 2010
10: MY BOOK PART II: WHY ARE TEN DAYS ALREADY FILLED IN?
11: CRYING IN MY SMOOTHIE: THE LOLA-ALL-ALONE PERIODICAL
I'm pretty sure that I can combine a few topics, but please, indulge me...I have not been around for a bit.
JOURNEY TO MEAT/POULTRY FREEDOM
Today marks one month and one day that I have been meat and poultry free. I am actually ok. I didn't think it would be so tough, seeing as I enjoy an eclectic diet anyway. I guess I was worried because I am a foodie (read: fat a$$). I do not really feel a huge difference in my body. I'd like to say I feel more energetic, but to say that today would be a LIE, since I am exhausted. You may be wondering how the vegetarian life is...well, I don't know. I am not a vegetarian. Its a popular misconception. Vegetarians don't eat seafood. You know, nothing with a face. I'm a PESCATARIAN. Yes I am well aware that that sounds like a religion. Spare me. I've had a few moments where I felt tempted, but the hardest moments: coming across a paper bag of fried chicken and lifting the foil on a HUGE pernil. The first incident FCPB was at a friend's home. She sent me in the kitchen to get a bag of tortilla chips out of a bag. Don't ask me why this dique friend had a similar looking paper bag on the same table with a bag of chicken wings staring at me. Readers, those chicken wings looked so awesome, its like they were waiting for me. I stood there stuck for a minute until I clenched my fists and walked away. The second incident, the PERNIL ASSAULT was recently at my mother's home. I was snacking on a big bag of trail mix and my mom called my attention to a pan in her kitchen. I of course, assumed it was chicken and since I already beat the chicken lust, I opened it without hesitation. There in front of me, still warm, fresh garlic and herbs glistening was quite possibly the sexiest pork shoulder I'd EVER seen. For some reason its real easy to say "no pork on my fork, no swine on my mind" when you think of pork, UNTIL you come across the SEXIEST PERNIL OF ALL TIME. Be proud of me, I tossed in a extra big handful of pumpkin seeds and raisins and walked away.
CABLEVISION UPDATE AND WHY THEY WILL ALWAYS SUCK
I pride myself on beating the system when it comes to Cablevision. I think that they are way too expensive and all they do is show the same crap. I used to have a huge diamond platinum pimp package with more channels then I would ever need. From there I went to no cable, no phone, no internet...my bills was so tiny, it was like a late night bodega trip. After a while, I really had to up the package, it was depressing. I figured since it was winter-we didn't have too many out-of-the-house options. At this point, due to TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS, I need to up it once again-this time to add a phone line and the internet. DUM DUM DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA yes the internet. You ought to be excited, because that means more blogging. Wooooweeee. I didn't forget the suckation: they suck because they have a Triple Play, one year $30 a service..so for the cable, phone and internet plus taxes and lies (taxes=lies) the bill will be a few blocks over $100. Watch What Happens!!! Once you get all used to the beauty of simultaneously chatting on the phone, blogging and watching Bravo, they send you the REAL BILL. The plan should be called Triple Play and PleaseGetThatKnifeOutOfMyBackThankYouVeryMuch. Hopefully the TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS will dull the knife. TBA.
GREATEST BOOK I'VE READ THIS YEAR
The Host by Stephanie Meyers. Yes, she has written something other than the Twilight Series. No, there are no dang vampyres or wolves in this one, but WOW. What a story! What a concept! I would be in such a better place right now, if I would have written that. But nooooooooo, I spend all my time blogging to My Dear Readers and working on TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS. It's all good. I won't tell you anything about the book, I mean, unless you really enjoy a FABULOUS read, its not for you. You know what, now that I think about it, this blog should fill all your requirements for reading, but should I get too preoccupied with TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS, you are more than free to explore other reading options, starting with The Host.
GYM UPDATE & VROOM VROOM UPDATE AKA SHORTEST UPDATE EVER
NO AND NO. FIN.
WHAT I DID THIS PAST SATURDAY
Saturday morning McKinley and I went to a bone marrow drive for Sophia Lopez. It took minutes of my life, to possibly save hers. Here is the site for more information: http://www.dkmsamericas.org/drives/help-save-baby-sophia-and-others-0
Readers, I'm all for a cause. I took my WondaGirl because I hope to instill the same values in my children. Patterson went to a Math Tournament...I know, he a freaking genius. Really, take a look at Sophia's page. It only takes a minute. After that feel good trip, we went to meet a friend, the FCPB friend..only this time she didn't leave any poultry around. We had a fantastic time at the Bronx Zoo. My friend, her two kids and three extra kids..plus me and McKinley. My friend is a SAINT. She really is. She has a yearly membership to the Zoo which includes loads of goodies at all the NYC Zoos and even the Aquarium. Ah, don't take it from me, look here http://www.bronxzoo.com/. Good Times....
FUZZY CREATURE FEATURE
Wow. I am feeling tired. I will plow on. Alright, so I know that I live in NY, and I understand that we have rat issues. Ewwwww..did you happen to catch that commercial..something about budget cuts--all I know is it talks about the new neighbors and the camera is thisclose on no less than a housing project worth of rodents. Ewww...worst that the cancerous lung anti smoking ad. Anyhow, I've been seeing signs, OBVIOUS ones indicating that I may have more than the average mice. I saw them working their way, one by one (it was three) to a secret location under my radiator. I put down some traps and caught two. Well you don't have to follow Sesame Street to understand that I SHOULD have had one left. Flash forward to a week later and I have fourteen (14) dropping left overnight in my kitchen. Do you know how disgusting it is to have to count and recount droppings. Really, I can't deal with that much excitement at 6am. I called the folk that beat the rent out of me every month and left a scalding (not scolding, SCALDING) voicemail. They sent two exterminators, who pretty much tore up my entire home, stuffing every hole with poison and steel wool. So far, I have not seen any dropping-I did see one mouse mid week. I think he is probably afraid to leave droppings, since my reaction was so scalding. Yes I said it again. I like the way it rolls out.
OVEN: TO BAKE OR NOT TO BAKE THAT IS THE QUESTION
This one is easy. I can bake. The reason I couldn't bake is because apparently that wire hanging in my oven was supposed to be there and a certain blogger who will remained unnamed should not have snapped it off in a moment of fury.
MY BOOK: WHY I CANNOT WRITE SMALL ENOUGH
Lately there has been some question as to why I keep talking about my book. No, I am not writing a book. I am talking about my calendar book. Due to the TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS, I have so many deadlines and ish to do, that I have no choice but to write it down. Since my book is the Hallmark freebie, it is really small. If you were to look at my book, you'd think, WOW...THIS LOLA, I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE SETS TIME ASIDE TO EAT, MUCH LESS BLOG, POOR CREATURE.
GREATEST MOMENT ON APRIL 30, 2010
On April 30, 2010 a dream of mine came to fruition at about 2:15. Yes it has to do with the TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS. I promise to share with you during the week of June 21st. I promise the time is flying by! Fruition is probably the wrong word, but lets just say that I needed the NEWS for the dream to even JOURNEY TO FRUITION.
MY BOOK PART II: WHY ARE TEN DAYS ALREADY FILLED IN?
See above. Count all the TOP SECRET DEVELOPMENTS. That'll learn ya.
CRYING IN MY SMOOTHIE: THE LOLA-ALL-ALONE PERIODICAL
Since I'm a little paranoid, I'm not telling you when but somewhere during the month of July My Lovely will be vacationing without me and I will be a damn mess. I don't know that I will be able to do anything without promise of her arms around me. Argh. No puedo. I love her. Baby, I love you, I miss you already. I can't want until you come home. Mind you, Readers, she has not even left. I try to prepare myself for these things. Otherwise-straight basket case. McKinley and Patterson will be gone during the same period. No, not with her...loca! It will just be me dolo. Alright, alright...According to the Urban Dictionary: Dolo is a slang expression - Means To be alone, by yourself. I heard it, I think, when I was watching Step Brothers. Maybe. I don't know.
Oh! The same day that I watched Step Brothers, I watched Teeth. What!!?? I will leave you with a quote from the movie.
"Vagina dentata! It's what's inside me. The doctor said so. A hero has to come and conquer them!"
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
Whew. This was a long one. Stand, deliver and we all fall down.
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