Oh no! Has it really been over two weeks since my last entry?!
BAD BLOGGER. Bad, bad, bad! (I want you to picture shaming a dog who's just chewed up your favorite toy and mentally swat me on the nose with a rolled-up magazine, m'k?)
I think about it often and simply cannot come up with anything interesting to tell you... But maybe I just need to go with the UNinteresting and see where it leads me.
I can tell you, quite unabashedly, that I am obsessed with Charlie Sheen's crazy. I recognize he is eratic and unmanageable and, very likely, displaying symptoms of a bi-polar episode, but - with sympathy - I am totally addicted to his crazy. For further entertainment pertaining to "Chaz," as my friend has nicknamed him, I recommend this genius glossary.
This weekend, the teens I volunteer with had their version of prom. I continue to be stunned and dismayed by the length of their dresses. Not all around, mind you, but a pretty sizable handful of them seem to think after ankle-length, tea-length and knee-length, CROTCH-length is somehow acceptable. Let me tell you something -- I learned very quickly that my inner-mom has no problem asking a 15 year old to pull her dress down. Even if it makes me the subject of dirty looks all night. Some day she will be a mom and, hopefully, understand. Let me break this down:
- When you bend over and I have to panic for fear your privates are gonna show, your dress is too short.
- When the bottom of your butt cheeks are hanging out the bottom of your dress, yours dress it too short.
- When you have to hold the dress bottom to your legs with your hands, your dress is too short.
- If you have to keep adjusting the pins which you have purposefully used to make your dress ever SHORTER, that is god telling you your dress is too short.
I feel remarkably like a modern-day Jeff Foxworthy now.
I continue to look for a job. If anyone has a lead for me in the Los Angeles area, I'll take a look at it. I've temporarily tucked my pride away and put a higher priority on things like paying my bills and medical care. WANTED: QUALITY EMPLOYMENT. Thanks. ;)
My ankle, for the first time EVER, continues to improve thanks to my new walking regiment, a little more ice-time and some really stupendous, consistent physical therapy. I'm still quite knotty in my lower back at at the top of my spine but that also continues to improve. Nerve damage sucks and I do not recommend it. Then again, I do not recommend getting unwillingly ejected from your seat on a bus...
These days I am increasingly thankful for my amazing, wonderful friends. If I have not made that clear enough in this blog, you're just gonna have to think about the person you love most and multiply it by ten. That's about how big my heart has swelled to for these people. Between them and my family, I am so well taken care of these days, it's almost impossible to worry about anything.... Please note I said "almost" as I reserve the right to whine as needed. I've been dealt a shitty hand recently and find myself shockingly optimistic for the most part, but I still have those moments of darkness....
And otherwise, I don't know what to say. I conclude with this:
MINOR, DISMISSIBLE ITEMS THAT ARE ON MY MIND
- That beer commercial with Adrien Brody is really bizarre.
- I really want knee-high, black boots but do not know if someone with my legs has any business wearing those.
- I'm almost done with "The Glass Castle" by Jeanette Walls and after much deliberation, have decided I love it, despite its depressing tone.
- Subsequently, I am also in the middle of a couple other books and still managed to buy another one... I need to stop buying books and read the ones I have.
- It is Girl Scout cookie season ad by god, I am helpless to their lure. Shit.
I conclude with this GEM of a quote from the "Access Hollywood" Billy Bush interview I am watching with Charlie Sheen.
"It would SUCK if you died -- it would SUCK if Charlie Sheen died."
An astute observation indeed. Thank you, Billy, for your never-ending profundity.
