Thursday Loves

Thursday Loves

I’m dragging this week.

I know, I know, for those of you who are sick of my illness blather and ailments, feel free to flee. I totally understand. I’M sick of myself.  I’ll wait.

Ok, so for the rest of you, it’s true. Been draaaaaaggggingggg ass. Oy. Lupus does not like my period so as an extra special treat, the week before I am due to start, she unleashes her wrath and siphons all of the energy from my body.

It blows.

But then it stops and all of the other fun begins. You know the period business. Which as all women know, is a freaking sweet vacation!

Throw in that last night I had the WORST attack of Restless Leg Syndrome and didn’t really sleep. (they call is “the jimmylegs” on wikipedia, which is fantastic.) Anyway, RLS is the worst. It’s totally bizarre. I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. I just never knew what it was. (Same with my Raynaud’s). My brain and body want to sleep but my legs are auditioning to be a Rockette. Hard core. Seriously. Peter says it’s brutal sleeping next to me. Even though I take a sleeping pill, it blows through that and won’t allow the much needed sleep. Such a weird sensation. I get up and stretch and do some yoga and streeetch some more. Sometimes it helps. Sometimes it doesn’t.

Plus, sleeping is precarious because of my boobages. I’m supposed to be on my back.

:::::SIGH::::::

Anyway, helping me carry on is the delicious Peter Provost, who hugs me and tells me to breath and says to treat myself gently and rest. That he’ll take care of things.  Is that weird that just once I want him to be like “Where’s my turkey pot pie, bitch?” Just to show that he IS human? I keep trying to think of things to do to thank him. Nothing seems like enough though. A blog post for another day. I’m getting too deep up in here.

On to Thursday Loves and finding happy inspiration:

• TEENS! (I’m at Panera again while Finn is at karate next door) I’m not kidding, a gaggle of teens just sat down next to me, and it’s taking everything I have not to gleefully smile at them and gawk. (They can’t see my screen, obvs) Ok, so there are 2 guys and 1 girl. The two guys are talking about how someone told one of the guys he was fat. They’re discussing it. Seriously, this is like a gift. (Squeal squeal) My ultimate dream would be if they broke out into song a la Glee.  I just love to take in the teen-ness of them. The energy. What they talk about. How they dress. How they interact. I feel like I’m on a safari watching wild animals. Literally, I could be crouching in the bushes with binoculars. (Shout out to CTM for teen love!)

 

• My Camelbak water bottle. Can’t. Get. Enough. Water. Or lotion or Burts Bees. I love you Colorado, but you are dry, my friend.

 

• Atticus, always my trusty companion, and most devoted friend…even though I had to holler at him two nights ago because I could hear his snoring through my earplugs.

 

• Reading reading and more reading. I finished The Lovely Bones again and had different feelings about the ending than I originally did. Don’t want to spoil anything for anyone but I am available for discussion. I also finished Agassi’s autobiography OPEN. I’m not a big tennis aficionado so during the really tennis-y parts I admit I’d start thinking about cheese or something equally delicious. It was an interesting glimpse into a troubled, supremely talented man’s life. I’m glad he has reached some level of peace. While reading it, I was blown away that it wasn’t written with anyone else.  Well, come to find out not only was it written with someone else, but with the Pulitzer prize winner, JR Moehringer, author of The Tender Bar, yet another book on an endless list of books I want to read. Agassi does say in the book that Moehringer didn’t want his name on the cover of the book. He said it was Agassi’s story. So, it’s not like Agassi was trying to be sneaky. The Art of Simple Food by Alice Waters sits by unopened as does The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and Driving Sideways, a novel by Jess Riley. I was drawn to Driving Sideways because the main character has chronic health issues. Always interesting to see how that is portrayed.

 

• Lonny magazine – an online magazine. Fantastic concept and great design. So intuitive. And I love how you can click on a product and are taken to where the item is sold. Nice. I’m interested to see if this is the way of the future for magazines. I will miss holding it in my hands. I’m a tactile person. I have ripped out magazine pages everywhere…

 

• Speaking of products, I haven’t mentioned that I LOVE my FLOR rug!! It arrived and Finn and I put it together. (I like your puzzle rug, Mom. He said sweetly.)  I want to cover everything with FLOR rugs. It  makes me happy to stand back and look at it. I want them everywhere. It’s also inspired me to make other changes around the house. Our house was a model home in 2000. Need I say more? WALLPAPER!! If it’s good in one room, it’s good in ALL OF THEM! Gold fixtures everywhere! And billowy curtains! And valances! More valances! And tile with fruit in it! Fancy! It’s nice, just totally not me. At all. Ever. I should be happy that’s my only issue with the house and not something more dastardly. It’s new and lovely. The transformation is slow going. It’s just a lot to do. And there was that whole cancer thing. Some people are all excuses!

 

• Selah Sue – I can’t take my eyes or ears off this girl. Those are pics of her above. She’s a 19 year old singer/songwriter/musician from Belgium and has such a unique sound. And look at her. On her MySpace as soon as you open it up, all of the the videos launch. Annoying. Scroll down and pause them all except the first one on top left. It’s her singing “Raggamuffin” with Moby on drums. This is one of my favorites. She’s incredible.

 

• When I picked Finn up from school today and he squealed with excitement and then yelled for all to hear ‘MAMA!!!! ARE YOUR BREASTS BETTER SO YOU CAN DRIVE NOW!?!??!’

 

• The fact that some of my dream last night was in French as we were looking for an apartment in Paris. I woke up excited and then remembered. Oh.

 

• The fact that every time I see Roman on Big Love, I think about how he was Andie’s dad in Pretty in Pink. Anybody else go down that road?

 

• winning auctions on eBay. It still makes me feel like a bad ass.

Wishing you a fantastic Friday. Make it a good one.