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ITS A BLOG! 11:41:16 PM |
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FASHION DILEMMA I'm been having Big Blog Style Issues lately which can not be a Good Thing. When I first created the current design, I wanted it to be "kinda retro but modern and a little fifty-ish but cool", which I still like overall but now it's seems so dark. I've been going to some really grooving Sites (which are mostly run by Young Hip Queers in NYC) and feeling like SRO looks so, I don't know, heavy. Not that there's anything wrong with that. After all, I'm no longer young and I'm post-hip and I'm an ex-NYer so it's not like I feel Peer Pressure. But still. Then again, it could just be the Holidays and me being away from my house where all my Groovy Things are and just one of Those Thoughts everyone gets now and then. Like "Gee, my butt looks big" when yesterday it looked fine and tomorrow you won't even notice it's size. Like that. Except about my Blog. I just envision this New Clean Blog, all light and whites and sort-of spacey like the Spaceship in 2001 where all my Posts wear Velcro shoes and Fab little Corrége Hats while serving Humor to my Guests. Now I think all my Posts look like Fat Russian Women wearing Rustic Costumes and Sensible Shoes like Construction Nurses wear. Ugh.
I'm giving it till New Year's and then we'll see. |
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GOOD TIMES My sister and I got pretty drunk last night on Margaritas. This was after we made the "Dog Art" posted yesterday but before we called her Boyfriend and started screaming for him to come over. Her son was staying at his (other) Grandmother's house and my sister's BF was at a friend's watching football. Turns out he got drunk too but unfortunately not with us (although after we talked to him about six times, it was almost like we were all together). While my family has, at some point in the past, been Yellers in the Bad American Family kind of way, last night we were Yellers in the Rosanne kind of way which is way more fun. My mother was screaming how my Sis and I were going to become alchoholics and my Sister and I were screaming about how we don't care and Peggy was barking and we slammed doors alot and the re-opened them to slam them again and then collapsed giggling on the bed. We also made dinner for my Mother and it was surprisingly delicious. Salmon and asparagus and mashed potatoes with a hand-held blender which had blades to lick like cake batter. My mother was in her bedroom, away from the Wacky Zone, and I served her dinner like we were in a very snazzy restaurant - telling her my name, bringing water, asking a number of times how her meal was and finally presenting the desert options which I politely left her to mull over while I went back to the kitchen. Finally everyone decided they would meet and go see the New Lord of the Rings (I passed) and then they decided not to go. When you've had a few drinks, decisions are like that and waffling is done with little of the regret which normally accompanies abrupt change in plans.
I'm not actually advocating drinking but I am advocating having an awesome and fun family like mine. |
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