This is one of my favorite pictures. We're in Disney World at MGM. They had this whole Osborne Family Christmas light set up. This isn't necessarily the best picture of me, although I do think he looks quite nice. The lights really aren't that visible. You can't really tell where we are or what we're doing. But it's something about the way everything else in the picture looks fuzzy as if it's moving, but the two of us are perfectly in focus. Like somehow the camera caught something special about us in that moment. It sort of seems that for that instant, we stopped and the world kept going.

I love this picture...

Scary things

So...I don't like to kill spiders. I think it's bad luck to kill a spider in your house and, truth be told, I like having them around because they kill and eat the much ickier bugs that are around. I'm not terribly afraid of getting bitten by one so when I see one, I just try to scoop it up and place it outside.

I looked up from eating my sandwich just now to see a nickel sized spider on the wall. I, of course, grabbed a little glass and a piece of paper to gingerly place him outside. This one, however, would not go quietly into the night and put up quite a struggle. It involved him running around a good deal and me screaming rather loudly. In the end, Mr. Spider made it safely outside, but not before throwing me look that said "You've not seen the last of me, lassy!!" Eek!


Speaking of running around and screaming one's head off, Bear and I have a new game which basically consists of him trying to shove me into the nearest closet and/or enclosed, dark space and me putting up a fight. It's really just another reason for us to wrassle but I have a lot more at stake now. This was discovered one night and to both of our surprise, I'm a little terrified of closets. It is both the scariest thing and the most hilarious thing I've witnessed in quite some time. This morning he attacked me right after I'd gotten out of the shower, which is already a vulnerable time and that coupled with the thought of being thrown into a dark closet, well, the whole thing equaled hilarity to the Nth degree.

GET IN THE CLOSET!!

you're going to feel a little pinch...

Yesterday I had a filling done for my first cavity...EVER. Then I had to go do a show looking like I had Bell's Palsy.

A word to the wise: It's hard to act superior to a retarded person when you yourself look and sound retarded.

It was an experiment in hilarity and humility.

Ok, I understand that this is nit-picky, but if you have chosen to lay your thoughts down in front of God and everyone on one of these "Blogs" that are so popular these days, at least have the presence of mind to spell check the damn thing!! I was looking at a blog today of someone that I knew a while back, one of those south of the border kind of fellows (that looks racist but you guys know who I'm talking about) , and their entire blog was a mess. I know I may not be the most intelligent person on this planet. Yes, maybe sometimes my brothers get upset with me when I have to ask who Karl Rove is and maybe I still don't quite get how electricity works, but at least I can string together a couple of words. Ones that don't make me sound like I've been raised by monkeys in the jungle. Run on sentences, horrendous spelling and absolutely no idea of sentence structure in sight. Spell check is your friend! Especially if you have nothing of any importance whatsoever to say, at least make sure it's grammatically correct.

Ugh.

On a complete and total tangent: I still have stats on this thing. What I'm saying is, if you're looking at my blog, I know about it. And lately there has been someone in a particular town in a particular state who has been popping up quite a bit. I don't know for sure if it's you, but if it is (and you know who you are) don't do this to yourself. If you're on here to get the scoop on me or another person in my life, just stop. You're going to read things you don't want to know...trust me.

Inhale... exhale...

Oh god. I so have nothing to say right now. There is an element of pressure to constantly have something witty and fabulous to say but sometimes the well runs dry. My life has been abut trying not to suck in the shows I'm in, sometimes I succeed, sometimes I fail and I still think that I'm the weak link in one of them. It has also consisted of trying to quit smoking, trying not to blow up like a balloon, trying to be a good daughter, friend and girlfriend, a good cook, a good housekeeper, a good host. There's been a lot of trying to be "good" lately. It's a little exhausting. The crappy thing is that I'm not sure if I'm succeeding at any of them. The pressure to be brilliant is pressing down a little hard today.

Sigh. Tomorrow, Bear and I are going to try to watch as many episodes of The Sopranos as humanly possible. I'm gonna get up, go for a run and maybe try to perfect that chocolate chip cookie recipe. Maybe while I spend the day curled up with Bear the pressure will ease up a bit...

For your information...

...when your significant other comes to you with a fear that they have about the relationship, however silly it may seem to you, the correct response IS NOT to turn the whole thing around and blame it on them. The correct way to deal with it is to talk to your partner and quell the fears if they're unfounded and to tell them the truth if they're not. It is not, I repeat NOT an option to make them feel even shittier than they already do and to act like you would rather die than talk to this person right now. It isn't ok to let someone that you love continue to feel badly about themselves because you don't want to be inconvenienced with it at the moment.

In other news I had a dream last night that Huck told me she didn't want to be my friend anymore...
All in all, it hasn't been the best day yet. Huck, if you're out there, you still love me, right?

A downward spiral

Bon Jovi has a new single out that sounds like any other country single out there. Wait!!! Bon Jovi isn't about country!! They're about rocking tunes and living dangerously!!

It's about being Wanted, Dead or Alive goddammit!

Sigh...