Wednesday, December 12, 2007

When it's winter in wrightwood, it's 21 degrees

It has been a bit of a winter wonderland around here, with freezing temperatures and desires to snowboard.


Yes, that's right, I said desire. Using cold temperatures as an excuse, I'd rather go home after work and be nestled in the warmth of the fireplace than do anything else. This complicates things. I have been lazy, last week using the excuse of being sick to dodge responsibilities. Granted I was pretty gone and out of it, but now I feel guilty.


I may have mentioned my wish to open a vintage clothing store. I ultimately decided to start online. I bought clothes on my travels across the South West and also have items that fell into my hands- 2 big lots to be exact. So far the best part about this- buying the clothes. Yes, I am a typical gal who likes to shop and read Vogue. A few weeks ago I wrote myself a To-Do List; Opening the online store was in the top 5. I was motivated for a while after writing that, but then it somewhat dwindled. I am hoping expressing it here will once again motivate me. I am sure, once I get started, it'll be okay. It is just that initial feeling of starting something new that has me a little fearful. Don't know why, it is what it is.


I have also been on the path to finding a new day job. I have applied places, took exams for the county and am awaiting their responses. I have a realized I am getting nowhere now and I have to utilize my college degree I worked so hard for. The feeling of being comfortable is way too old. And it is time for change.


In less frustrating news, I am doing good. I am obsessed with the new Penelope Cruz clothing line and when I get a couple extra bucks...uh huh... you know what's going to happen...


...There's gonna be one big smile on my face. OKAY... so I am getting materialistic for my old age. I have no one to rebel against at the moment, so I'll be happy to drop some cash on a celebrity's clothing line. I blame reading the tabloids online every day. (Fergie's new handbag collection looks fun, too...)


Friday, November 9, 2007

The sixties will still haunt us.

O, grass green vinyl seat, how I love you so!
With your wooden legs pointed outward,
Seat so firm,
no one has given you any interest.
You've sat in the dark entry way to the ladies room,
for 40 years.
I wish you were mine!
The embodiment of 60's modern architecture,
I'd pair you with my thrifted phonograph console
and a dirty martini in hand.
When I leave this place,
I hope to take you with me,
but life as it is,
rules and more rules,
you'll end up in the dumpster.
I will leave with a single tear,
to remember you always.