Why, the sudden urge to blog when you have a baby? Maybe I will find out later. Probably not, because after having a puppy, I no longer want a parasitic organism that is depending on me for life, while similtaneously destroying mine. I might just let go one day....
Just kidding, I'm not that evil (not as evil as my dog is).
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Alcohol abuse made me push a button in my car.
As many of you know, I am the proud and loving owner of a midnight blue '07 Nissan Altima. Among the many features this gangster magnet on wheels has, there is the option to choose what is displayed on the dash.. This week I changed the display from my usual xx miles-left-until-you-run-out-of-gas to the current temperature in farenheit. I think this is a hugely symbolic event and a growth that came very unexpectedly.
When I got back from this latest tour I had grown so much. I have learned a lot from living in a myriad of large vehicles for a month a time. Each tour, I change a little for the better, or grow up in a good way. This last tour, however, was, in my classification, party like you're fifteen again. I thought this was my break-from-positive-growth tour. Wrong. Dead wrong.
In my alcohol induced mornings of horrification and despair of life, I desperately turned to google for help. I googled "the meaning of life,""why,""unrequited love," and more, but one thing I came upon was the law of attraction. Lost, lonely, and searching for a purpose and somewhere to belong, I hooked on and suckled. I read about thinking positively, and that true happiness comes from having a lot of money. Google told me if I think good changes will come, then they will. I started to practice changing my thinking.. And it worked.
When I got home for some strange reason (probably the spirit of the law of attraction) I was divinely inspired to see the temperature every day when I drive instead of how much gas I have left. I wanted to see "now" instead of "you're goin down soon homie, unless you can come up with some cheddar."
Things are turning up for me! All that morning-after misery has lead me to this gigantically different life I am leading today. I'm very excited about my new life as a instantaneoous-meteorologist.
When I got back from this latest tour I had grown so much. I have learned a lot from living in a myriad of large vehicles for a month a time. Each tour, I change a little for the better, or grow up in a good way. This last tour, however, was, in my classification, party like you're fifteen again. I thought this was my break-from-positive-growth tour. Wrong. Dead wrong.
In my alcohol induced mornings of horrification and despair of life, I desperately turned to google for help. I googled "the meaning of life,""why,""unrequited love," and more, but one thing I came upon was the law of attraction. Lost, lonely, and searching for a purpose and somewhere to belong, I hooked on and suckled. I read about thinking positively, and that true happiness comes from having a lot of money. Google told me if I think good changes will come, then they will. I started to practice changing my thinking.. And it worked.
When I got home for some strange reason (probably the spirit of the law of attraction) I was divinely inspired to see the temperature every day when I drive instead of how much gas I have left. I wanted to see "now" instead of "you're goin down soon homie, unless you can come up with some cheddar."
Things are turning up for me! All that morning-after misery has lead me to this gigantically different life I am leading today. I'm very excited about my new life as a instantaneoous-meteorologist.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Deeming Shia LaBeouf my EX future husband (not saying if I had the chance I wouldn't....)
Things I am supposed to be doing:
Writing a letter to my landlord
Watching "Yoga for New Beginners" on Youtube.com and hopefully following along
Getting prepared for a heinous tour through the Colorado Rockies during El Nino (something I still do not know exactly what is)
Working on myself
What I am actually doing:
While this is actually productive because I learned for sure how to pronounce Shia LaBeouf's name (having heard it from his mouth), I have forsaken all of my intended day's activities to watch Shia Lebouf videos on youtube.com (just bare with me.. I am still working on accepting that "You Tube" is an agreed upon unobjectionable word).
As much as I would like to be a postitive thinker and believe in "The Secret" that anything I imagine will come true, I also-- for the sake of my fragile, dragged through the mud, and repeadedly patched up heart-- must be what us negative thinkers diplomatically call ourselves, a realist. Tonight my mission is to convince my Disney-movie-conditioned mind that the chances of me ever meeting Shia LaBeouf are scant (although maybe its a sign that my love at first sight for him took place on the Disney channel). Its just so hard because I know he is the perfect man for me. Physically, he has my 2 it-doesn't-matter-who-you-are-I'm-sold traits: uneven front teeth and hazel eyes. And his personality is flawless. From what I hear through TMZ, he has the mouth of a sailor and is kinda a loner. What else would one need to know? Anyway I think I might be straying from my mission. How to convince myself to move on from the imagined happiness and fulfillment that being with him would bring?
What I am actually doing:
While this is actually productive because I learned for sure how to pronounce Shia LaBeouf's name (having heard it from his mouth), I have forsaken all of my intended day's activities to watch Shia Lebouf videos on youtube.com (just bare with me.. I am still working on accepting that "You Tube" is an agreed upon unobjectionable word).
As much as I would like to be a postitive thinker and believe in "The Secret" that anything I imagine will come true, I also-- for the sake of my fragile, dragged through the mud, and repeadedly patched up heart-- must be what us negative thinkers diplomatically call ourselves, a realist. Tonight my mission is to convince my Disney-movie-conditioned mind that the chances of me ever meeting Shia LaBeouf are scant (although maybe its a sign that my love at first sight for him took place on the Disney channel). Its just so hard because I know he is the perfect man for me. Physically, he has my 2 it-doesn't-matter-who-you-are-I'm-sold traits: uneven front teeth and hazel eyes. And his personality is flawless. From what I hear through TMZ, he has the mouth of a sailor and is kinda a loner. What else would one need to know? Anyway I think I might be straying from my mission. How to convince myself to move on from the imagined happiness and fulfillment that being with him would bring?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Be on alert for a missing bad dog!
Today I got home to find that my precious, beloved, horrible pet dog was missing. She must have been dog-napped which is probably my payback because I, myself, dog-napped her to begin with.
The perpetrator was very sneaky, because all of my doors were locked before I left and were still locked when I got back! He or she must have come in through a window or something. I cannot believe this. Here is a picture incase you see her...
She answers to the name of Tramp... She will respond to "Shark Week" as well.
I need to find out who did this to me...
Even worse-- as some sort of cruel and disgusting form of torment-- that sick, porch-hopping crook who carried this out placed another dog in my house to taunt me!
This dog looks EXACTLY the same as Tramp (AKA Shark Week), however it is not her. This dog is a good dog. Gentle, calm, obedient. She's not even a shark minute.
Who is this good dog and what have they done with my bad dog?
The perpetrator was very sneaky, because all of my doors were locked before I left and were still locked when I got back! He or she must have come in through a window or something. I cannot believe this. Here is a picture incase you see her...
She answers to the name of Tramp... She will respond to "Shark Week" as well.
I need to find out who did this to me...
Even worse-- as some sort of cruel and disgusting form of torment-- that sick, porch-hopping crook who carried this out placed another dog in my house to taunt me!
This dog looks EXACTLY the same as Tramp (AKA Shark Week), however it is not her. This dog is a good dog. Gentle, calm, obedient. She's not even a shark minute.
Who is this good dog and what have they done with my bad dog?
Friday, September 25, 2009
Help me find a stage name!
I feel like a real blogger for the first time in my life...I finally posted my first entry on my originally intended blog (not this one), The Knockabout.
Tonight's events leading up to my first real blog post:
1. The virtual roommate moves my computer into my room against my will.
2. Cooked a hardboiled egg for my amazing Greekly inspired Israeli Salad.. maybe I'll post a recipe, or maybe I'll just start a 80% vegetarian recipe blog, since I'm totally a blogger now (permission to e-punch me next time I say the word "blog" in this blog... starting now!)
2. An unsuccessful inning of baseball (well, a frustrated kitchen inhabitant's version), I put the dishtowel down and gave the stupid fly a break. I'll get 'im later.
3. Thrilled with my salad, wondering to whom can I rave about it, I head to my bedroom instead of my computer desk in the living room.
So then I did it. I was sitting on my bed, with my laptop on my lap (Oh, thats where they got the name!) typing a blog. I felt like I should have a nom de plum, like, sOcAliBlOgGRRLL or something. You know, like Hilary Duff in The Perfect Man.
Does anyone have any suggestions for a name???
Noteworthy events post becoming a real blogger
1. Used the word "e-punch" in a blog. I would rate that 68% unacceptable. It's not like I'm a pro yet.
This is Alyson L signing off.
Tonight's events leading up to my first real blog post:
1. The virtual roommate moves my computer into my room against my will.
2. Cooked a hardboiled egg for my amazing Greekly inspired Israeli Salad.. maybe I'll post a recipe, or maybe I'll just start a 80% vegetarian recipe blog, since I'm totally a blogger now (permission to e-punch me next time I say the word "blog" in this blog... starting now!)
2. An unsuccessful inning of baseball (well, a frustrated kitchen inhabitant's version), I put the dishtowel down and gave the stupid fly a break. I'll get 'im later.
3. Thrilled with my salad, wondering to whom can I rave about it, I head to my bedroom instead of my computer desk in the living room.
So then I did it. I was sitting on my bed, with my laptop on my lap (Oh, thats where they got the name!) typing a blog. I felt like I should have a nom de plum, like, sOcAliBlOgGRRLL or something. You know, like Hilary Duff in The Perfect Man.
Does anyone have any suggestions for a name???
Noteworthy events post becoming a real blogger
1. Used the word "e-punch" in a blog. I would rate that 68% unacceptable. It's not like I'm a pro yet.
This is Alyson L signing off.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
List of Things My Dog, Tramp, Has Ruined
MY:Bathroom drawer, wall, and door Blow dryer Loofah Miss Dior Cherie perfume Pill bottle of Xanax Free Spirit Pumpkin scented candle in the shape of a pumpkin Love of dogs Multiple towels and sheets Couch cushion
To be continued... (unfortunately)
To be continued... (unfortunately)
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