"in my heart, i think a woman has two choices: either she's a feminist or a masochist" --gloria steinem

"the main dangers in this life are the people who want to change everything . . . or nothing." --lady nancy astor

Monday, July 30, 2007

Update (if you care about my life at all, b/c it is not very exciting...)

Current mood: quixotic

Life is coming together.

My chin is healing nicely, relatively speaking--though it is difficult to keep it out of the sun enough, even with sunscreen. It still looks a little frankenstein, but I'm an incredible healer, if I may say so myself. It's been less than a month and most people don't even notice. Of course, it's all I see when I look at myself, but whatever.

Moving-in progress: kick ass. Everything is in place and looks good. Painted the living room yellow, the bathroom lime green, kitchen red, and a random orange wall. Sounds ridiculous, looks awesome (even if slightly ridiculous). I'll post pictures sometime. If anyone wants to tell me how to insert pictures into my blog, please write me. The living together thing is going swimmingly. Being this content scares me. But I'll just love it while I can.

Just did the first laundromat visit and it sucked. It's a hassle not being able to multitask as effectively as when you do laundry at home. But I'll get used to it. Wanted to ride my bike to do laundry but it wouldn't all fit in my basket (which I found since my bike accident), so maybe next time. Sold my stackable on Craig's List for $80 (posted $100 but the guy talked me down) and am getting ready to sell the full size set for $150-$200. Too expensive to store and no hookups here. I've sold a few items on Craig's List, which rules. Super easy. It's my first time and I am a certain Craig's List addict now. I'll buy my next washer/dryer that way, no doubt. If you need a full-size bed or outside table/chair set, I have them for cheap. Sad to get rid of things I know I'm going to need again one day, but for now I'm simplifying. And it feels nice.

Living by the beach provides an energy that makes life beautiful, even if you're just working. But I do need more girlfriends in Cocoa Beach. I need a girl who I can call to come have wine with me while I paint. I need my girlfriends closer to me or my sister to come over sometime. While I am thrilled with my male company, he works most evenings and me and Bell need some girl energy. My Cocoa Beach girlfriend went back to drugs and her abusive partner, so that's out. My two best girlfriends out here have kids so they need me to come to them (which is fine, but not when I'm painting). So that's a goal, I guess. Girlfriends.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

moving (and stitch pics)

Current mood: excited

So the stitch pics are here.

And I'm moving. With a busted up leg, jaw, chin. But it's a good move, which helps the whole mess. So now when you come to Cocoa Beach, you can drive down to 15th St., park at my place for free (first come first serve b/c there are only a few spots), put your beers in the fridge, go down to the beach, surf if you want (b/c the break is very nice) or just hang out. Then we can hop on bikes and ride down to Taco City with Miss Bell in the basket (which is actually m.i.a. since my bike incident on the fourth) and eat outside. Sounds good to me. I'm so happy to finally live on (at least within walking distance of) the beach, even though it means giving up my washing machine, dryer AND dishwasher, not to mention tons of storage space, including a garage. I'm also now 20 miles further from Orlando, which sucks b/c I drive to Orlando so much and teach there once a week in the Fall. All sacrifices I'm willing to make. And I'm living with my baby, which makes it even better. I *must* go do some organization now; I'm half here and half there and just dreading all this crap I have to do. You could actually come out to the beach this week and help me move while you're at it.

I won't hold my breath. But the other invite is still open.

Friday, July 6, 2007


Current mood: sore

Quick story.

Fourth of July. Having a blast, riding around Cocoa Beach. I fall off my bike on the way to fireworks, so instead of fireworks, we go to the hospital. Bummer. In and out of the hospital in two hours, though. Figured on the 4th at the beach at 7:30 pm the ER would be packed. But we got lucky. If you want to call eight stitches lucky. I did get some cool band aids to rock, if I MUST wear a band aid on my face.

I'm trying to figure out how to upload the pics here, but since I'm a bit technologically/html-challenged, I'll just post them to my pics, if you have that sick curiosity.