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I had an interesting dream last night. Wait! Before you quit reading because you don’t want to hear about me interpreting my future because I had a vision of a unicorn in the sky and he told me my dead cat said to keep on keeping on, it’s nothing like that. I promise.
I was hanging out with some friends (in the dream) and I noticed that none of them were shaving their legs (I probably had this dream because I might need to shave mine, but our shower head is clogged and the water comes out in a pathetic drip). Curious, I asked one of them what the deal was and they were all like, “Oh, we’re not shaving because of the recession.” Which made sense to me in the dream. And I thought that was weird. And is a really random and weird life like situation to dream about. I do remember thinking these people are a little weird (again, in the dream) and that I might need to get new friends. Just sayin’
I don’t know if news sources outside of Georgia are talking about this, I might have heard a snippet on the Today show this morning, but I can’t remember. Just in case, I want to alert you all to something absolutely atrocious. Probably, there are a lot of Hustler subscribers reading this blog right now.
Last year, innocent, 24 year-old Meredith Emerson was killed while jogging or hiking or something. And she was decapitated and a lot of horrible other things. In some of the crime scene photos, 
Meredith’s body is naked and posed “suggestively” (whatever). So, Hustler has decided that they want these nude photos. And because they are public record (crime scene photos) they thought they could just ask and receive. Well, Georgia is all like, hell no, bitches. You can’t have these photos. And Hustler is planning to sue the Georgia Bureau of Investigation on infringement of first amendment rights. ‘sigh’
Not that I have ever looked at Hustler as a serious publication, but I thought they had a little class. I will admit, I have never seen a copy of Hustler but I thought that they were just into sex photos and stuff. I never imagined that this magazine (or any magazine really) would want to display a nude, dead body as a sexual image. I mean, she is someone’s little girl. Meredith Emerson is a person for God’s sake.
Right now there is a lot of legislation and lawyers and stuff around this horrible request. Jill Chambers, a Georgia House Rep, is introducing legislation (which is very careful about not infringing on first amendment rights) to keep Hustler away from these photos. If this has made you mad like it has me, please send Chambers an encouraging message or something. Whatever. I just hate the thought of a magazine sexualizing Meredith’s death. You can contact Chambers here.
My mom told me last night that life is dealing with one crisis after the next. Once one ends, you begin preparing for the next. I completely disagree with this. If all I am doing is jumping from one bad event to the next, what is the point?
I am dealing with a personal crisis right now. And it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world. I have lived my whole life living preparing myself for the next horrible thing and I’m really over it. Even though I’m having a really hard time and things aren’t the way I want them to be, I will be fine. This is an awesome realization for me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so “okay” before. My mom keeps calling me and giving me her “words of wisdom” because she’s so worried I am going to freak out and do something drastic. I have reassured her I’ve changed. “I’m really fine, Mom. Just sad, ” I keep telling her. “I wish things were different, but they just aren’t.” I hate change and I hate not getting my way and right now one chapter of my life is over and another one is beginning. While I am very sad to see the last chapter go (you could say devastated), it’s exciting to prepare for the new chapter. I want to force myself to get out and do things I’ve always been afraid to do. Or that I didn’t have time for (most of the time means I have been afraid).
This week I am going to a knitting meet up I have been meaning to get around to for three years. I have been on their mailing list for three years. This means they have sent me an email once of twice a week all this time and I have never bothered to show up. I’ve always been too afraid to put myself out there and meet new people. Even though they are all fellow knitters, who have a strong bond just because of our craft. It’s kind of like in high school when you found out someone who’d been in classes with you for years also smoked pot and you were all like, We could’ve been hanging out all this time! So, yes, I’m nervous, but really excited.
This new chapter will be scary, but I’m done preparing myself for the worst and riding from one crisis to the next. Life is worth living and I am ready to live it.
(I’m not yet ready to publicly tell what this crisis is, but if you want to know, please email me. My email is on the Contact Moi page.)
I was sent some shampoo and conditioner from the nice people over at Prive to test out. You guys, this stuff is really awesome. I reviewed TONS of hair products at my old blog and none of them had the foamy awesomeness of Prive. The product comes in this aerosol can, which is lime green metal. And then it foams out into my hand. And while I’m rubbing it all over my hair I feel like when I was a little kid. You know, when you got way too 
much shampoo in your hands and made little hair sculptures out of your hair because the bubbles were so cool. Then your mom came in and told you to wash that crap out of your hair and quit playing around? It’s like that, but way better. And, you only need a little. I enjoy making hair sculptures, even though I don’t really have enough hair anymore. But, my mom doesn’t live with me so she isn’t coming in and telling me to knock it off. Which is nice.
Prive makes my hair feel light and fluffy, a little too light and fluffy for my taste, but I have fine hair and need it to sit down. Weird story, some dude came up to me in the Sam’s Club parking lot and was all, “I like your hair” and I was all like, “Thanks?” Maybe it was the shampoo and conditioner?
This morning I was talking with my neighbor, discussing how I had planned to move and then didn’t. Her cat, Cosmos, is best friends with Caspian and Aravis. I know, cats are loners and they don’t have friends. I thought this too, but the three of them are together all the time, they take naps together and Cosmos even snuck Aravis in through the cat door when his mom was out of town. Even Roomie agrees about their friendship.
So, we were talking about the moving and I was saying how I was worried that Aravis and Caspian would miss Cosmos too much. She said, “You can’t ever move! The street wouldn’t be the same without–” Here, I thought she was going to say me. I am apparently living under the illusion that all of my neighbors know who I am and love me. “–Caspian and Aravis. The whole neighborhood wouldn’t be the same!” ‘sigh’
It’s raining today. Again. And the doomsday winter weather people are claiming it’s going to snow again, but it’s currently 39 degrees and I just don’t think so.
I took a picture of Chico lounging in the lobby yesterday and he’s really hard to see. So, I thought I wold make it a game. Where is he?
He’s actually a lot easier to see here than on my phone. I feel like he is screaming out his location. But, maybe I’m wrong.
Asked someone if she could see him and she said no. Maybe it’s not as obvious as I thought. So, where is he?
Here is another picture a little closer up.
See him now? He was basking in the sun. Sitting at the bottom of the steps. This is after he growled and barked at me all day. He wanted me to take him outside to play. I had a friend take him out, but he didn’t want that. He wanted me to take him. Adorable, if not really annoying.
UPDATED: So, I take it back. It’s only an hour later than the last post and it is snowing like no body’s business. It looks really pretty. And, apparently it’s sticking in other places. I was so wrong.
I don’t think I am using facebook right. I mean, you’re just supposed to read other people’s statuses, right? And comment on them? I don’t know how I am supposed to keep up with all of this status updating and pictures and all of that stuff. I try. And other people have tons of comments on their statuses. Maybe mine is invisible? I try to comment on others’ stuff. I try to look at the pictures, but I just have more important things to do than stare at facebook all day. Everyday. Like, knit stuff. There are occasions where I get sucked in for an hour or so. But, I feel like facebook is just a tool to make me feel inadequate about my life. I feel that way just fine without facebook’s help. I feel like I am missing something with facebook. Like, I haven’t found the magic key that is going to make me enjoy keeping up with it like most people I know. ‘sigh’
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