moonface sent me to the moon

on a likert type scale of 1-10, how cool are you if you do karaoke by yourself? depending on your rating system, i'm either a 1 or a 10.

sarah moonface is in town. some may also know her as my sister sarah. you know, the genius girl with a big face like a moon. whenever people made fun of the size of her head, she just said she had a bigger brain. she and i used to call ourselves pinky and the brain. i was okay being pinky then...but now as i have grown and matured, i realize the brain is the important one. pinky's just there for the 5-12 year old laughs. type-cast, i guess.

sarah moonface used to torture me when we were little. once she told me i could fly and i tried flapping my wings from the piano to the couch. landed on the piano bench and have a scar memento. another time she strapped me to a rocking chair, put a metal colander on my head and tipped me backwards "sending me to the moon". another instance she tied a plastic jump rope around my waist and had me "bungee jump" off our 2nd floor railing. she told me i had rabies because i was frothing from the mouth. she was the only one who knew the chipmunk i had caught bit me a few weeks back (still paranoid about that). she also would shove me in the bottom of the sleeping bag when she would ride it down the stairs. sisters are friends forever.

maybe the word torture is a bit too extreme. i was a wild girl, willing to be sent to space and attempt living room flight. my scraggly head of hair growing to a point down my usually bare back was a signal that i could not be tamed. sarah was the only ringmaster willing to take on the challenge. im glad she did. im glad for the memories, the scars and the stories. i'm glad i can get my hair cut evenly now and that we are friends who are very different, but still love each other very very much.

i just went to say goodnight and i love you to moonface when i caught her watching a Japanese mockumentry. i love her more now. a smart, talented, beautiful and unique woman who loves cheese and the obscure humor netflix has to offer as much as i do. i'm so proud she's mine and i'm so happy she's home.

ankle length t-shirt

today i ventured down the trendy road of maxi dresses. i felt good, comfortable and most importantly modest. someone woman ruined it all by coming up to me and asking "i hope you don't mind me asking, but is that a shirt?" yes, stranger. i do mind you insinuating that i am a midget and thus able to use a shirt as a floor length dress. i said that it was of course not a shirt and then she asked how much i had to have it altered.

my toes have been numb for almost 2 weeks now. i got worried at the Y today, amongst all the "silver sneakers" that i could be experiencing some sort of type II diabetes symptom. i shrugged it off, happy that if i did die there, i would be surrounded by my peers.

i just finished my 10th day in a row of work. major woof. a big part of this woof involves a certain new uniform that may or may not consist of a men's shiny, copper vest and tie. when chuck says it looks unfortunate, you know it must be really, really bad.

when we were little, we would put together the most unfortunate outfits and ask chuck his opinion...just to see how poor his style judgement was. either he's becoming more fashionable, or this thing is so horrendously ugly it could make paula poundstone look like coco channel. i hope you know who paula poundstone is.

lastborn tween

i blame my mild attraction to snape on alan rickmans fantastic portrayal of col. brandon in the ang lee directed "sense and sensibility". even with the black middle part, i cant help but wonder what sort of thrills i would experience with his sexy bubbled snarl ringing in my ear. i'll never know for sure, but my quest to knowledge has always involved watching S&S at least 5 times a year.

im a major tween these days. my parents picked me up from work, i ran to buy the latest tween book and i saw harry potter twice. i do adult things like pay bills and drink wine in between, but there is no denying the heavy adolescent undertones in my day to day life. must be a last born thing. i blame everything on my birth-order.

i used to be obsessed with the birth-order phenomonon. i still am fulling supportive to the theory. im mostly interested in which orders marry the others. any first borns looking for a little attention seeking, checkered academic career holding, affectionate, fun loving and irresponsible last born partner? i'm sure it sounds perfect, but i admit to some flaws.

sometimes i cry myself to sleep. sometimes it's because of my tween book and other times its because i feel completely overwhelmed from feelings of underwhelming. i wonder how some people have such a clear definition of who they are and what they should do when they are only 20 something...while other last born like me feel disoriented and disconnected to everything that is a "should be". these feelings are always solved with a bag of kettle chips. and hours of introspection, meditation, mediation, prayer, reflection and intersession. and tween books.

its so hot that my face is melting off. im not talking about a makeup face, but my actual face. my nose is somewhere between michael jackson and lord voldemort. with that final tween reference, ive outstayed my welcome on my own blog. goodnight.

this one is for you, kate.

an anonymous friend told me she checks my blog every day and that i needed to write more. first of all, i am very flattered! secondly, you are a looser!

i would know a thing or two about loosers. i may or may not have just went to a movie by myself. of course, that itself does not make me a looser. it was the going an hour before hand and sitting pretzel legged behind a velvet roped waiting line. crying at the previews for a great looking horse movie. crying throughout the film. i couldn't decide if i was emotional about the story, or because the older man sitting next to me kept chortling up some sort of snot. we'll never know. all i can tell you is i give monte carlo two thumbs way up!

my 2nd toe has been numb for the past couple days. there are three possible causes: early onset of type II diabetes. dance related injury. work-out related injury. while all three seem very possible, the only one i can really do anything about is the last one. it's been a good run, 4 runs! if only you would have helped me instead of harmed me. type II will thank us both later.

time to go finish my latest tween book craze. it can't be totally tween though--the author of twilight gave it a shining review. she knows a thing or two about young adult fiction (very different from tween).