sweet dreams
last night i dreamed that this baby eagle fell from the sky. it landed in our living room & i ran to get my camera & get a picture of it. when i focused in on it, it looked like a kitten! i got a few pictures of it and then all these kids came into the room. when they left, i couldn't find my camera. (later i decided i wanted to search all of their belongings because i was sure one of them had taken it, but of course their escorts declined.)
anyhow, the eagle grew up suddenly and turned into this gorgeous guy! he was tall, thin, with dark hair & a great body. and he really liked me. he put his arm around me & was talking to me. then he started making out with me & i had to stop him b/c of course he was trying to go too far too fast.
i told him my camera had been stolen by the kids, but we never did recover it.
in another sequence i was going to visit another guy in the dream. in this occasion, i broke into the guy's house to see him, unaware that there were sleeping dogs in front of the door inside. it was dark so i couldn't see them. when i realized they were there, i tried to leave quietly. he heard that i was there and came out with me & we went to the car. suddenly i heard a lion's roar, and realized that the old man the boy lived with had unleashed his pet lion in the yard. i ran for the car door & he unlocked it just in time for me to get in and escape the lion. the old man came and sat in front with the boy, while i sat in the back seat. i don't know why the old man was there or who invited him. i sure didn't! or why he sat in the front seat. the bastard.
February 27, 2004
February 20, 2004
real men don't eat (my) quiche
i just baked the best quiche that ever was made. mmmmm. you have NO idea how good it was. it possibly, possibly rivals my 3rd apple pie.
i'm going to make someone very very happy someday. me. i love my baking. and dammit, so does everyone else that eats it.
you'd never guess...i'm talented in the kitchen as well. who would thunk it.
i just baked the best quiche that ever was made. mmmmm. you have NO idea how good it was. it possibly, possibly rivals my 3rd apple pie.
i'm going to make someone very very happy someday. me. i love my baking. and dammit, so does everyone else that eats it.
you'd never guess...i'm talented in the kitchen as well. who would thunk it.
February 11, 2004
cheap date
so usually i don't write about my dates because, well, i have my reasons. but this one is too funny.
i meet this guy that i met online for a drink. and right off he loses points, big ones, for not opening the door for me on the way into the restaurant. and it was a big door. with a BIG-ass handle. which i opened myself. and then, there was another one. which he didn't wake up and open either.
so. nice. here we are with me opening my own doors. this bodes well.
then we're sitting there talking. and right off he asks me what i think of bush. apparently this guy hasn't heard of the national-politics-and-religion ban on first dates. so we talk about bush. and the economy. and the war. and our professions. (we'd already covered religion by accident, as happens with me when someone wants to know why i've moved so much. ) and so i'm waiting for him to talk about his kids. and waiting. and waiting. so i keep saying, so tell me more about you. meaning, duh, your KIDS. what does he say after we've exhausted, travel, religion, politics, diet, et. al? "about me. let's see. what books have i read lately?" dude, what do i give a shit about that? i don't even discuss this with my friends! who the hell cares.
anyhow, no real brownie points off for bad conversation, just that dude, i'm not an intellectual. go have your thinky conversations with a non-date. you're here to IMPRESS me, remember, not to boggle my mind.
so conversation aside, here is the funny part.
mr. i-don't-do-doors goes to pay for the meal. and he of course has to elicit thanks from me for the $60 drinks for which HE wanted to order two appetizers for, which he does by saying, well, i'll take care of this [nah, ya think?], cuz i guess it's my job. what do you have to say to that? so i say thank you, subtracting more browning points as i do. now this guy is ending up like in the la-la-land of date scoring. however, no problem. i can say thank you. i was planning on it anyhow. just not him thinking this is his job. after all, he suggested the date.
and since he is paying in cash, (hello, CASH?) he adds a few dollars for tip and then decides he doesn't have enough dollar bills for the tip. and sitting right there with two twenties in his other hand which he clearly doesn't want to break, he asks me if i have $1.
do i have $1.
so i graciously open my purse and think (i actually did) to myself, well, this is the last date for you buddy boy.
did i tell him that? no. like the guy who says he's going to call, i said sure, i'd go out with him again. as if.
that is the story of my "$1 date". and i'm still laughing. but not going out with him again.
so here's the point of the whole thing: the thing about dating rules is this: how well you conform to the societal rules measures 1) your intelligence level that you know them, 2) your respect for women, 3) your respect for that woman in particular, and 4) your acceptance of the fact that yes, you believe women deserve extra special care because they are women. if you don't want to follow the rules? you're a rebel & therefore untrustworthy. sucks, but that's the wayitiz.
so usually i don't write about my dates because, well, i have my reasons. but this one is too funny.
i meet this guy that i met online for a drink. and right off he loses points, big ones, for not opening the door for me on the way into the restaurant. and it was a big door. with a BIG-ass handle. which i opened myself. and then, there was another one. which he didn't wake up and open either.
so. nice. here we are with me opening my own doors. this bodes well.
then we're sitting there talking. and right off he asks me what i think of bush. apparently this guy hasn't heard of the national-politics-and-religion ban on first dates. so we talk about bush. and the economy. and the war. and our professions. (we'd already covered religion by accident, as happens with me when someone wants to know why i've moved so much. ) and so i'm waiting for him to talk about his kids. and waiting. and waiting. so i keep saying, so tell me more about you. meaning, duh, your KIDS. what does he say after we've exhausted, travel, religion, politics, diet, et. al? "about me. let's see. what books have i read lately?" dude, what do i give a shit about that? i don't even discuss this with my friends! who the hell cares.
anyhow, no real brownie points off for bad conversation, just that dude, i'm not an intellectual. go have your thinky conversations with a non-date. you're here to IMPRESS me, remember, not to boggle my mind.
so conversation aside, here is the funny part.
mr. i-don't-do-doors goes to pay for the meal. and he of course has to elicit thanks from me for the $60 drinks for which HE wanted to order two appetizers for, which he does by saying, well, i'll take care of this [nah, ya think?], cuz i guess it's my job. what do you have to say to that? so i say thank you, subtracting more browning points as i do. now this guy is ending up like in the la-la-land of date scoring. however, no problem. i can say thank you. i was planning on it anyhow. just not him thinking this is his job. after all, he suggested the date.
and since he is paying in cash, (hello, CASH?) he adds a few dollars for tip and then decides he doesn't have enough dollar bills for the tip. and sitting right there with two twenties in his other hand which he clearly doesn't want to break, he asks me if i have $1.
do i have $1.
so i graciously open my purse and think (i actually did) to myself, well, this is the last date for you buddy boy.
did i tell him that? no. like the guy who says he's going to call, i said sure, i'd go out with him again. as if.
that is the story of my "$1 date". and i'm still laughing. but not going out with him again.
so here's the point of the whole thing: the thing about dating rules is this: how well you conform to the societal rules measures 1) your intelligence level that you know them, 2) your respect for women, 3) your respect for that woman in particular, and 4) your acceptance of the fact that yes, you believe women deserve extra special care because they are women. if you don't want to follow the rules? you're a rebel & therefore untrustworthy. sucks, but that's the wayitiz.
February 04, 2004
intruder
this morning i woke up from a dream...
i was in a dark house with some guy i knew well who was worried about people outside with guns. i was laying on the couch, and he said to cover up with a blanket so i did. i still looked anyhow, and suddenly there were people all over inside the house with guns. one of them came up to me and pointed the gun at my head while i was laying there. i woke up wondering if he was going to pull the trigger and what it would feel like.
surprisingly, i wasn't that scared. my heart wasn't beating fast & i wasn't shocked about the dream.
it's just odd. what does it mean? and why wasn't i more worried???
this morning i woke up from a dream...
i was in a dark house with some guy i knew well who was worried about people outside with guns. i was laying on the couch, and he said to cover up with a blanket so i did. i still looked anyhow, and suddenly there were people all over inside the house with guns. one of them came up to me and pointed the gun at my head while i was laying there. i woke up wondering if he was going to pull the trigger and what it would feel like.
surprisingly, i wasn't that scared. my heart wasn't beating fast & i wasn't shocked about the dream.
it's just odd. what does it mean? and why wasn't i more worried???
February 01, 2004
cooking for sport
i do not consider myself A Cook. however, i am becoming a cook. for fun. not for necessity. i tend to be a moderate feminist who believes that men are capable of opening cans and using forks to feed themselves, and should they wish more edible vituals, may also prepare them, and that only children need to be fed until they can feed themselves, in which case they may learn to help prepare food so they will know how to take care of themselves when they grow up.
i do cook for men however when i really like them, as a favor. because i like doing something nice that i know they like. i also prefer to keep it that way and tend to like guys who also cook so that i don't feel he's gonna die if I don't feed him! ;)
it is only lately that i have started cooking as an art form, similar to musical talents which are heard, and photography which is seen. food can be an art form that is smelled and eaten. so therefore, i have started cooking.
as you saw, my first foray was my christmas pie which turned out excellently. i am now on my 3rd successful attempt to make apple pie, this time from scratch (i.e. including the crust.) i will include a picture again if it turns out looking nice. you can believe, it will turn out tasting nice, as i am a good cook, inspite of myself.
and...boyfriend bware...i believe the best match for a cook for a sport is a dishwasher for sport. for much like a racecar driver, i don't believe that i should both drive AND be changing the tires at the same time. don't you agree???
i do not consider myself A Cook. however, i am becoming a cook. for fun. not for necessity. i tend to be a moderate feminist who believes that men are capable of opening cans and using forks to feed themselves, and should they wish more edible vituals, may also prepare them, and that only children need to be fed until they can feed themselves, in which case they may learn to help prepare food so they will know how to take care of themselves when they grow up.
i do cook for men however when i really like them, as a favor. because i like doing something nice that i know they like. i also prefer to keep it that way and tend to like guys who also cook so that i don't feel he's gonna die if I don't feed him! ;)
it is only lately that i have started cooking as an art form, similar to musical talents which are heard, and photography which is seen. food can be an art form that is smelled and eaten. so therefore, i have started cooking.
as you saw, my first foray was my christmas pie which turned out excellently. i am now on my 3rd successful attempt to make apple pie, this time from scratch (i.e. including the crust.) i will include a picture again if it turns out looking nice. you can believe, it will turn out tasting nice, as i am a good cook, inspite of myself.
and...boyfriend bware...i believe the best match for a cook for a sport is a dishwasher for sport. for much like a racecar driver, i don't believe that i should both drive AND be changing the tires at the same time. don't you agree???
January 16, 2004
it's getting [c]old
today is the coldest day in boston in 50 years. makes me want to move to a warmer place. where i can afford to buy a house by myself. and actually be in a town where men believe in dating. and i have a place to park my car. and i own a dog again who can run around without a leash for a while. and not have to live in my house with me, but has a little back yard just for him to bark at.
today is the coldest day in boston in 50 years. makes me want to move to a warmer place. where i can afford to buy a house by myself. and actually be in a town where men believe in dating. and i have a place to park my car. and i own a dog again who can run around without a leash for a while. and not have to live in my house with me, but has a little back yard just for him to bark at.
January 15, 2004
it's a beautiful world
beautiful men just keep popping up everywhere. or rather being everywhere. (he wasn't so much popping as far as i could see. and i definitely was watching.)
anyhow, yesterday on the train on the way home this malboro man sat down across from me & there was just something about him that fascinated me so much that i had to try not to stare at him the whole way home. he looked like aforesaid man, and also like an ex of mine. rugged, sad, confident, purposeful, and probably cold.
he was one of the sort that makes you want to know everything about them. is he straight? what does he do? does he WORK at looking this sexy? is he a model? what is it about him that makes one so intrigued?
so then last night i dreamed about my ex that looked like the train man who looked like the marlboro man. in my dream he was very friendly and affectionate with me for a while until he saw this beautiful blond woman with long hair (that looked like haley on the o.c.) & then he went and started making out with her. in front of me.
oddly, my reaction was more like, whatever, you can have her than jealousy or anger toward her. i think in my dream she was some extension of myself so i didn't really resent it. it was just odd.
damn men on trains. they lead to wierd dreams. will have to bury head in book to avoid good-looking somethings who wreak havoc with my head.
beautiful men just keep popping up everywhere. or rather being everywhere. (he wasn't so much popping as far as i could see. and i definitely was watching.)
anyhow, yesterday on the train on the way home this malboro man sat down across from me & there was just something about him that fascinated me so much that i had to try not to stare at him the whole way home. he looked like aforesaid man, and also like an ex of mine. rugged, sad, confident, purposeful, and probably cold.
he was one of the sort that makes you want to know everything about them. is he straight? what does he do? does he WORK at looking this sexy? is he a model? what is it about him that makes one so intrigued?
so then last night i dreamed about my ex that looked like the train man who looked like the marlboro man. in my dream he was very friendly and affectionate with me for a while until he saw this beautiful blond woman with long hair (that looked like haley on the o.c.) & then he went and started making out with her. in front of me.
oddly, my reaction was more like, whatever, you can have her than jealousy or anger toward her. i think in my dream she was some extension of myself so i didn't really resent it. it was just odd.
damn men on trains. they lead to wierd dreams. will have to bury head in book to avoid good-looking somethings who wreak havoc with my head.
January 14, 2004
cold hands, warm heart
today we reached a high of 4 degrees. farenheit. niiice.
in other news, upstairs in my house lives the cutest guy. i mean he's adorable. college student with great looks, a nice personality ("can i help you carry that?" always works) and a to-die-for-voice. that always gets me. a mix between jack nicholson & christian slater.
i think i will begin to have various and sundry problems with my house (boiler overflowing, doors not opening, etc. that require the immediate attention of Cute Guys Upstairs.
however. i will under no circumstances date him. because he has a girlfriend. and because, only worse than dating a guy in the office...is dating a guy who lives upstairs. yeah, i know this. that's how i know what their apartment looks like upstairs...
today we reached a high of 4 degrees. farenheit. niiice.
in other news, upstairs in my house lives the cutest guy. i mean he's adorable. college student with great looks, a nice personality ("can i help you carry that?" always works) and a to-die-for-voice. that always gets me. a mix between jack nicholson & christian slater.
i think i will begin to have various and sundry problems with my house (boiler overflowing, doors not opening, etc. that require the immediate attention of Cute Guys Upstairs.
however. i will under no circumstances date him. because he has a girlfriend. and because, only worse than dating a guy in the office...is dating a guy who lives upstairs. yeah, i know this. that's how i know what their apartment looks like upstairs...
December 31, 2003
happy travels
i'm out of state right now visiting family. traveling while single is pretty cool. i've done it for years & really find it fun in its own way. there's something very liberting about it. if you haven't done it before, it's a scary thing. but you get used to it & like all things, learn to really enjoy it.
airline travel alone can be quite relaxing (if you 1) have your boarding pass b4 you get to the airport and 2) check no bags). other than having to drag your luggage everywhere by yourself & not being able to leave it with someone while you run & do whatever, it's pretty cool to travel alone. i dig it! only caveat: must have someone on the other end to pick you up or meet you at some point...
plus while being single you get lots more attention from pilots & other various and sundry unshaven, sexy, travel-worn guys. not bad. ;)
i'm out of state right now visiting family. traveling while single is pretty cool. i've done it for years & really find it fun in its own way. there's something very liberting about it. if you haven't done it before, it's a scary thing. but you get used to it & like all things, learn to really enjoy it.
airline travel alone can be quite relaxing (if you 1) have your boarding pass b4 you get to the airport and 2) check no bags). other than having to drag your luggage everywhere by yourself & not being able to leave it with someone while you run & do whatever, it's pretty cool to travel alone. i dig it! only caveat: must have someone on the other end to pick you up or meet you at some point...
plus while being single you get lots more attention from pilots & other various and sundry unshaven, sexy, travel-worn guys. not bad. ;)
