Thursday, December 28, 2006

Surprises

They come in many ways and means...
Sometimes they are good, sometimes they are wonderful.
And then sometimes, they bring a longing that is so familiar and deep.
And it's easy to remember why one lets go when it becomes clear that the longing will always be longing.
And it's easy to remember how hard it is to remember that the longing will only come back ten-fold.
But for now, the surprise is nice. It makes one feel pretty. Beautiful, even.
After such stretches of feeling otherwise.
But this year, I move forward knowing the score.
taking pockets of peace as they come and treating them as no more.
Knowing that even if there's nothing more to give, what is given is wonderful.
Truly.

Monday, December 25, 2006

Merry Christmas

One more week in 2006. Someone once said she always felt the odd years were better. I think she might be right. 2007 should be a very good year.

Take care everybody.
You are loved.

Happy birthday Jesus.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

A Haircut Later

Nothing extreme..just something to clean things up until 6 months from now when I can afford to spend the 70 bucks to get it done. But some of the length is gone. And I miss it.

I'm such a pussy when it comes to my hair. And you'd think, that after years of brushing (torture) sessions with my mother, (Seriously, why couldn't she get a brush that didn't feel like dry wall screws on my scalp, and couldn't she just work through a tangle rather than ripping through it?) involuntary dreads, dead ends, I'd have a goddamned Twiggy cut. But, the truth is, my head is too big, and my face too wide for short hair. Those who knew me a few years ago will remember the shoulder length years. Not pretty. I looked 20 lbs over weight.

No, now adays, I keep it long. Before yesterday, we were creeping up on waistlength, but it was getting a little scraggly, so I figure, by the end of February, it will be back to the waist but a little neater looking.

Why in the hell am I talking about my hair?

I had a dream last night. About someone I cared about very much at one time. I don't remember why he was there, but before he left to go, he touched my face and said, "I'm always thinking about you" or "You're always in my thoughts" or something way cooler than that but damnit my addled non-dreaming brain can't remember. It was a sweet moment.

I go back to G-view this weekend and most of next week. I can't believe it's already Christmas again.
This entry is incredibly inane.
I got to use "vituperation" in a sentence again today.

OH! And I have some questions after viewing the Transformers trailer.
Why, if they are aliens, do the Decepticons and Autobots transform into vehicles commonly found on Earth?
To that end, are the Transformers, themselves, sentient? Or are they being remotely controlled by some species on another planet? They are machines right? So, unless this is a Matrix-y type situation where computers became sentient, it makes no sense that machines would come here to attack us, much less defend us. And why the fuck was Star Scream so fucking hard to Transform???
Answers! I need answers!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

A Sentiment

And being alone
is the best way to be.
When I'm by myself it's
the best way to be.
When I'm all alone it's
the best way to be.
When I'm by myself
nobody else can say goodbye.
~Edie Brickell

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Jane Austen.

I've decided to take up my copy of The Complete Novels of Jane Austin and read it. Cover to cover.
My addiction to romance literature has no bounds.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Enjoy the Silence

Well, not really. I've been lax in my blogging, Dear Blog Readers, and I apologize.
I suppose it's owing to the approach of winter and a general malaise that settles over me every year.
But I have come to a conclusion. One of many I'm sure I will come to in the coming months.

I want a boyfriend.

There. I said it.
I have said it.
Yeah, I said it.

I haven't really admitted it out loud for fear of sounding like some simpering female unable to cope with the world alone.
I'm done thinking that way.
I want a boyfriend.
And not just any boyfriend either.
Here's what any prospective cadidate has to look forward to in entering into a relationship with the Surly Girl.

1. As the above moniker suggests, I'm a little on the salty side. Actually, this is a given. If you're reading this and you don't understand that already, I'm sorry, we're doomed. (Doomed.)
2. I have some psychological issues. Who doesn't? The difference here is, I acknowledge them and actively do something about them. I have a therapist. Trust me people, you'd be much better off with someone who is aware of and working on their problems than someone who isn't. Seriously. People who aren't become abusive, manipulative, co-dependent, cheating, lying, mean, and ultimately grizzled. I may be surly. But I will be Good Goddamned before I get to Grizzled.
3. I am not a size 4. Nor am I a 6 or and 8. I've recently graduated to a 10. Which, in the grand scheme of things...seeing as how I'm 3-fucking-1, isn't too shabby. However, I will be embarking on a 2007 Resolution to get back down to my fighting weight.
4. I say fuck a lot.
5. I have a brother in the military. He has to like you. He has yet to like any of my past boyfriends. Well, except one. Because that guy was a genuinely nice guy, we just didn't fit anymore. So, yeah.
6. I have a past. I'm nearing 32 years old as I said before, and yes, there have been other guys. No, I won't tell you how many. That's none of your business because those past guys have nothing to do with us. Just as your past has nothing to do with us. I will not ask you how many women you've been with. I don't care. If you care, you are not the guy for me.

Ok, so them's the bad. Oh, I tend to put the bad first. It's a habit from being raised to be pessimistically hopeful. And here's the deal, anyone worth his salt (oh god the grizzled is upon me) would love me BECAUSE of these things. Not IN SPITE of.

But there's about a shitload of good to offset the bad. Which, really? Come on. The above pales when faced with the below:

1. I am, plainly stated, awesome. You will be hard pressed to find a woman who tolerates, nay, enjoys "guy stuff" more than I. I have 2 brothers. I'm the middle child. I'm bookended by boys. So, yes, I like beer, football, hunting, fishing, video games, beer, science fiction, dirty jokes, beer, golden tee, legos, classic muscle cars, and beer.
2. I am fiercely loyal. I am hard pressed to hate anyone. Sure, I can spew vitriol and vituperation with the best of them, but when it comes down to it, I really just want people to get along.
3. I communicate. I do not behave in a way that leaves you wondering, "What is going on in her head?" If I'm pissed at you, you'll hear about it. I feel that love is too important NOT to communicate about things.
4. I have great hair.
5. I'm in a band.
6. I'm extremely well read and intelligent. (see: vituperation) And always willing to learn more. So, if we were to get into a heated debate about something, I am absolutely open to reading about, or looking at new things that I may not have known before that affect my opinion.
7. I'm acually quite humble. This excercise is very hard for me.
8. I have fucking awesome friends. For real. They are the goddamned coolest people in the universe.
9. I throw great party...owing to #8.
10. I'm a pretty fantastic cook. I was trained by the best. Mom and dad. Two of the best cooks I know.

Ok, so there you have it. Or some of it. I don't know.

Maybe by this time next year I'll look back on this entry and say "Hey, honey, come here..check out my criteria...how do you measure up these days?"

Speaking of ... stay tuned. I'm going to do one of those "Looking back on '06" that all the kids on the Myspace are doing.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Christmas at Camp SurlySneed!!!

So over the weekend, we had a party...
And what a party it was...





Christmas at Camp SurlySneed!!!





Christmas at Camp SurlySneed!!!





Christmas at Camp SurlySneed!!!





Christmas at Camp SurlySneed!!!







What I learned at Christmas at Camp Surly Sneed:
Apparently I am "The Saddest Little Party Guest" in most, if not all of these photos.
Ms. Becky looks like a goddamned model at 3 AM.
And apparently it isn't a party until I end up on a kitchen floor.

Thanks LK and MP for taking wonderful blackmailing shots of all of us!

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

My Campaign Against a Chest Cold

I figure I have about 2 minutes before descending back into the Nyquil Induced Coma I've elected to put myself in for the duration of my white blood cells's battle against whatever it is that's taken up residence in my lungs.

Went home early yesterday, stayed home today. I always feel super shitty about staying home from work. It's a holdover guilt from childhood when my mother never really believed us when we said we were sick. So, now, consequently, I have a hard time believing myself when I feel like I might be coming down with something.

All I know is that I've managed to avoid really bad illness by staying home a day or two. And I've got my Christmas Get-Down this weekend.

This evil will be destroyed.

Ok, and that's my cue to go and have a lie-down.