“Which road do I take?” she asked.
“Where do you want to go?” responded the Cheshire cat.
“I don’t know,” Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.
Absomutherfuckinlutely!
Bad-ass Voice I Shout to the World:
“This is an absolutely perfect, dead-on, right down to the tight leather and slick short hair-image of what I am gonna do to everything that is standing in my Mofo way!!”
(Voice of Truth: “The only thing standing in your way, ‘bad ass’ is YOURSELF. Forget the leather- just get off your ass, face the music and make something extraordinary happen already. Holy crap, you’re annoying!!!”)
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
“This too shall pass.”
“He conquers who endures.”
“The race is not always to the swift, but to those who keep on running.”
“Pa pa pa, poker face, pa pa, poker face.”
That’s ENOUGH! SHEE-UT UP!! Perseverance, courage, not Being your circumstance, standing upright, fist in the air when all hell’s breaking loose… it’s all a mockery of a travesty of a sham. Living in denial. Blah, blah, friggin’ BLAH! Sometimes it’s completely appropriate to close your eyes, stomp your feet, stick your fingers in your ears, tantrum-out like a 4 year old and yell at the top of your lungs: “NO!! I don’t Wanna! You are NOT the boss of ME! I can’t do this! That’s not FAIR! I’m scared! This is too hard! Go away!! Why ME!?! There are TO monsters in the closet! I don’t want to go to bed! I want candy!!!”
OK. I have to go now and figure out my COBRA coverage, make my severance last past Christmas and stop denying that I really do have a boyfriend and it doesn’t make me a pussy to believe that he really cares about me. (And it’s OK to use the words, “pussy” and “boyfriend.”)
This was my wedding song —the cool Ella and Satchmo duet version.
I still really like it, and I can listen to it now without puking my guts out or wanting to smash the crap out of something and then set it on fire.
Yay for me!
My dad was a true gentleman - and one cool cat. (He’s the dude looking straight at ya with the hat.) I wish I knew him when he was a young and free-stylin’ Cuban Casanova. I would have so crushed on him. (And I mean that in a good way, not an inappropriate, scary polygamy cult, I-grew-up-in Utah-kind of way.)
Miss you, daddy.
A helpful reminder. I’d forgotten…
Everyday, there is a moment where I feel like this guy. Sometimes I look straight ahead; my steps are confident, balanced and solid. Other times I’m petrified, wobbly-legged; all I do is look down and think - HOLY SHIT!
Today I’m looking straight ahead.
Holy shit!
Working on keeping my brain moist.
Rick James mash up + Platform Heels + Vodka Rocks = Super Freak
Why am I feeling guilty for not blogging because my life is busy and full and too fun and enlightening these days to shut in and lose myself in the interweb???
Because guilt is my middle name…
