Coming Out of the Dark

I am not sure what depression feels like, but I am done with sleeping 10 hours a night.

Let's call this "sinuses" and move on.

Also, maybe change your diet.

Good Friday!

You and I, Friday, we are going to watch a lot of free recorded Showtime. We are going to play video games and eat popcorn in our pajamas.

On Sunday, we're going to drink mimosas and dress up like bunnies. Maybe someone will stick a ham in front of us, and we'll realize that we don't even really like ham, but BOY we wouldn't mind a good deviled egg.

You'll be long gone by then, Friday, so I am not sure why I am still referring to us as a "we." Except that I hope to keep your spirit alive and with me, a little bit of chillax in a crazy world. And, how often do we get a true Friday off without having to use up vacation days? Mondays... no one likes Mondays... the collective workforce sheds Mondays every chance we get. But Friday. A good and lovely, medium temperatured, Friday, with no obligations. They just don't make days like that so much anymore.

Dear Dentists of Houston,

Over the years I've visited a few of you, and have not yet found a dental home. I have, however, found plenty of "not going back there" dental practitioners, and this has educated me very well on what I am not looking for.

So today I received a "welcome to the neighborhood; let us clean your teeth" message from a neighborhood practice and I can tell right away we would never get along. In her intro letter said dentist is going on about her state of the art this and that, and why live with ugly teeth? philosophy, and how I can avoid ugly fillings and relax to soothing mp3s while visiting with her.

What I want, and I do not understand why this is so difficult, what I want is a dentist who is on time, and fast, and who will clean my teeth, and who will not find any cavities. And if this dentist must find cavities, I want to know where they are, and what are my options (yes, I want to know about the ugly options), and I do not want the transaction to feel like I am buying a car. Do not write any sums of money on a pad of paper and slide them to me. Please do give me information to take with me and consider (do not make me decide right away unless the tooth is hanging on by a thread) but if you will not say the amount of money it will cost out loud I am not paying for it.

I do not want to pay for DVDs, or CD players, or crazy camera gadgets, or extraneous dental assistants.

I DO want a toothbrush when I leave. Because, you know, tradition.

I hope this is included in the new health care bill (Dental Sanity Amendment of 2010), but I doubt it.

It Is Not A Competition

If it is, I don't want to play.

Also, Welcome to...

Tadhgan Orion Meehan (Pronounced Tie-Gan. Nicknamed Ty by Mindy)

Mindy got all private with her blog but if you want to read about her adventures with life and child #2 (and you do, because Mindy is awesome and will one day have a Muni sponsorship and/or somehow be declared the most athletic woman in America and have I mentioned that she has now endured two natural childbirths and both times did not even realize she was in labor until the baby was basically out?) you can probably email her via the link to the right to get hooked up.

Happy (belated) birthday to Minday and welcome Ty!

The Plan

Jason brought home artist Michael Schmelling's book The Plan, a 500 page collection of photographs made alongside "Disposophobia" experts Disaster Masters.

Disaster Masters will help you clean your house and change your life but they are not screwing around, people.

If you happen to know someone you believe to be a disposophobic and want to know how you can help, the answer is, there very little you can do about it. So sayeth Ron Alford and he is a hard nosed professional.

Photographer Michael Schmelling has a show currently at Fotofest called the week of no computer.

He also designed cover art for Wilco and various novelists. Neato.

I mean, whatever...

Ping.

Mary, update your blog.

Here are some series on my DVR:

Lost
What Not To Wear
Hoarders
Project Runway
The Soup
Antiques Roadshow
Saturday Night Live
Gossip Girl
America's Next Top Model
IFC's "In Short" short films
The Amazing Race
That show where CEOs go in disguise and scrub toilets or whatever at their companies
Modern Family
Austin City Limits

It is a lot to keep up with.

I would like to join the gym down the street and start exercising again. They have a special "neighbor discount." Isn't that nice? I would like to support these people. Plus I can walk there!

I opened a Roth IRA.
I started a new job.
My brother got married!
I am not pregnant, but a lot of people around me are.
(I hope it's not contagious.)
Since the new year, I have been wearing makeup and trying to revamp my wardrobe.
Oh, because, during that time I turned 30.
And you know, it's time to stop wearing hoodies.
Last weekend my old HS flame asked "Are you writing?"
And I knew what he meant and I said no.
And then I thought "well... writing... hmmm... let's broaden the definition..."
And then I said no again.
But there's not really any reason why that answer has to be a no.
NO TWEETING DOES NOT COUNT.