Well Hello There!

My new computer lets me log in. That doesn't, however, mean that I'm going to resume writing here. I kinda like the blemails that I have been sending, like that I know who is reading them, like that I know exactly who is not reading them.

If you would like to receive my blemails, which are stunning examples of intellect and modern-day philosphy if I do say so myself, leave a comment. We'll figure something out.

After all, we're all in this together.

Why don't you like me, why don't you like me, why don't you walk out the door?

Alright. I have been trying to log into blogger for a week and a half without success. Here I am, over at Bec's house, saying no more! No more blogger!

So, I have decided to do a daily email. Or mostly daily email. This is really for the best, as I have lately felt like I'm giving too much information to whomever wants to read it. If you know my email already, simply email me that you would like to be on the list. If you don't know it, take a wild guess about my new gmail account. And, please, don't put anything telling in a comment. That's just annoying.

Song: This is a little ditty from Mika, whom I tried hard not to like, but now love. Love, love, love.

There's gotta be more to life than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me

Bec recently described me to someone as a "bulldog". (Funny that she tells me these things.) I fight for the change I believe in. I fight for the people I love. I'm a Scorpio. People should know better than to poke at me.

Song: Stacy Orrico.

Joyful music leads us sunward

The Nuschler spent the weekend trying to remove his eye with his paws, so he's at the vet today, on an emergency visit. We didn't have an appointment, so he is there to get checked out whenever they can fit him in. So here I sit, wondering if he will need surgery, or a contact lens, or a cone around his neck.

Nuschler loves the vet. There's so much to smell, so many animals to meet and people to greet. Husbando brought him there this morning, where he tried to jump up on the high reception counter as usual. I'm told there are some dogs who hate going to the vet. Nusch will let them do anything to him so long as he gets a treat after.

The house is just so quiet without him...

Song: We sang "Joyful, joyful we adore thee" last night. Someone once told me that Beethoven is a difficult composer to appreciate. For a job in college, I had to fill out a dull application. For the "Why would you be a good...?" as answered "I am not afraid of Beethoven". Somehow that got me the job...

UPDATE: Nuschler had an abscess under his eye, most likely from fighting with another dog, probably my FIL's Gunner. Thus, for this week, I will rename Nuschler Tyler Durden. "I am Jack's abscessed eye..."

It's time to find a better place to hide

Sus and le Bec are off running with teenagers while I sit here, happily stewing in my solitude with my ickpod, relishing in the sleep that is to come free from giggles through the wall. My mind wanders from subject to subject, wondering what you'd like to read about, what I'd like to share with you.

It's unfortunate that I can't read your mind nor can I tell you all my secrets.

I can tell you that, though I dropped a friend off at the proverbial bus stop weeks ago, I am starting to feel something real about it. Not regret. I'm thinking it's defeat. Like I couldn't make it work, I couldn't stop feeling pissed off/abused around her. There must be a balance between running from negative influences and being there for people in their times of drama. I get to choose that balance point, don't I...

It's still St. Patrick's Day for another hour or so. I have celebrated this occasion twice with two shamrock shakes. I usually wait until it is too late and they have run out of syrup. Not this year. My Norwegian/Swedish self sucked it up Irish style! hehehe.

Oh, I saw this on a bumper sticker, "If you can read this, thank a teacher. If it is in english, thank a vet." Um... Irony? Since when do we not cap English?

Song: This is from the Foo Fighters, which is equally ironic. I will not try to downplay Kurt's genius, just suggest that he was not the only talent in Nirvana.

She's like the wind

Once a week I rush to a yoga class, running past all the people who work out as a religion and don't mind being naked in a public locker room. I guess I was raised that we have bodies so that we have a place to put our brains, so I was never that athletic. I have muscles, though I very strategically hide them under layers of chocolate-induced fat.

So I go to yoga, a discipline that is really great about acceptance at wherever you are in the practice. There's a good balance of experience in the class, from those who have done this for decades to those who topple over a lot. I'm in the middle, towards the toppling part of the spectrum.

I try to eat long before class so that I can get through it without interruption. But, alas, today I was concentrating so diligently on getting a pose correct that I let one go. Loudly. For the whole class to hear (but not smell, thankfully). I was giggling, beet-red, mortified.

This is why I don't like working out in public. I see women in cute little outfits, perfect hair and makeup, like it's supposed to be a refined outing. But I know me. I know that, with all that movement, I will be gaseous, sweaty and stinky.

Nuschler is the only one I want to share this with. He understands since, though he is unable to sweat, he is usually gaseous and prefers to be stinky.

Song: This is from Dirty Dancing, a movie that Bec and I conned our parents into letting us go to. There is a sad remake of it on the radio at the moment. It's not Patrick Sway-Z so what's the point?

Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall

Oy with the bullet points already!!

• I'm feeling such pride. le Bec's recent post featuring mention of not only my puppy but my husband makes me so happy. I think Bec has the same kind of relationship with Punky as with Nuschler: She's not sure how to react to him and he does his best to pester her. And I watch. Amused.
• I'm also proud of my friend, Samurai Bob, and his recent trip to Chicago with two hot chicks for Spring Break, as feature on Sus' blog.
• Last week I spent an hour carving a dangerous route to my side door through endless feet of snow. The entire deck was covered and I had to work at opening the door. This morning, I opened the door and the deck is feel of snow. Amazing.
• I started a new book last night and was immediately hooked. I love that! I am the queen of reading only three pages and then moving the book to different locations of my house waiting for the guilt to subside before I return it to its owner or sell it. And if it has that big "O" on the cover, forgetaboutit. I like books/music/movies as ant-depressants, not downers.
• Song: This is from Regina Spektor, a very upbeat song about infidelity. I've been perfecting it in my home studio, which is a rapidly disintegrating plastic box Punky has the nerve to call a shower. We all have to be a rock star somewhere.