February the Sunny!

I guess what they say is true and that you really can't go back again...not exactly anyway. My sister called this morning to let me know that she is giving up our Hollywood apartment. Like a battle weary lieutenant , she's valiantly tried to hold onto it but the siege of times passed and hard urban living have land claim to it's ceramic steps. I have loved that place more than anywhere else I have ever lived. I found myself within its' walls and created the life I wanted on its' plantain covered balcony. I can close my eyes and see the honey color of the worn wood floor, the afternoon light dancing off my orange bedroom wall and the cracked bathroom tiles. I can smell the delicious scent that only two girls that live together and who use different perfumes and the same incense can create. Ya~there are reasons why I left LA, but that apartment and living with my darling Aubrey sure wasn't one of them. I'm going to miss it more than I know.

February the 1st!

The gray mellow of the afternoon settled around me as I counted out my last minutes of freedom before succumbing to the yeasty monotony of the small town pizza parlor I've been ensnared in. Maybe something exciting will happen tonight~like a bar brawl and someone will break one of our four stools and throw a bottle of coors light at one of the three flat screen TV's which adorn the walls. Then at least, I won't have to subject myself to another football game and I can watch my boss cry. Well, one can only hope.

January the Balmy??

It seems that the Washington rain spirits have answered all our soggy Seattlite pleas...for once it's pouring rain in LA and it's a nice springlike day here. HaHa Vengence!!! It's a small consolation for having to leave my beloved life of urbanity behind but it does make me feel a tiny bit better=)

January the Bleak

The melancholy of Maltby has set in. At least in LA, I had the illusion that I was doing something memorable with my life.

January Bright N' sHinY

I've decided that 2010 is the year to get things done. So that is why, at this ripe and stormy hour, I have drank a cup of left over coffee to keep me awake long enough to eek out something worth writing about. However, it doesn't seem to be that forthcoming. Hmmmm?? How about a classic list of New Year's resolutions?? It can't seem to hurt...not today anyway. A year from now, it could possibly make me cringe with guilt and feelings of slothliness, but right now, a resolution list sounds positive and even a bit optimistic. So here goes....

In 2010 I want to:

Get MaRRieD! Yep yep yep....Edgar and I are gettin' hitched SoMetime this year....Either when my family can settle down and quit arguing over when and where it's gonna happen or more plausibly, when Edgar and I finally come to our senses and just elope.

Wallpaper my hallway....yes the other hallway...the one we didn't wallpaper a few weeks ago...joy joy

Get some sort of ReliaBle & RuNNing Vehicle...at this point I really don't care if it's a military tank as long as it starts up in the morning.

Write more letters....

Be a better friend...really do need to work on this...if you call me and it takes me a 1000 plus years to call you back please, please don't take it personal...I'm just really not a phone person and I guess I'm a little flaky too but that doesn't mean I don't miss you=)

Visit someplace, really anyplace outside of this soggy state...

Go to NY, LA or San fran....any of them will do...I just need to breathe in one of them before I shrivel up from lack of urban culture...my dear SeAttle is just a little bit too squeeky clean to do the trick.

I could think of a hundred other things I should do this year but the buzz the stale coffee awarded me has worn off and now I'm sleepy and if I hope to accomplish even one of my resolutions, I need my beauty sleep. So CheeRs~

December the Swift

I found a poemish sort of thing I wrote a few years ago when I was down in LA pining for the soggy Northwest. With the downpour we had today though, I must have been hallucinating from a Vitamin D overload to have ever truly yearned for weather like this. Anyway the poem~

Emerald City

Lavender clouds dot the sky....and it begins to rain.

I have waited months for this~the annual baptism into my city.

my heartache,

my home.

How I have missed your towering fortresses, your skyline, your scent.

I abandoned you....too early...even before I had to....

yet each time I return....you accept me~without question~without judgement.

And I think, intuitively, you know, in your emerald wisdom, that a part of me will always stay~

scattered somewhere between Brooklyn Ave and Ballard.

For you were my first love, my growing pains and who could forget the memory of that?

November the Dreary

I'm so freakin' tired this week. Maybe I have mono. Or maybe the depression I feel about still not having finished my damn living room has finally caught up to me. Or maybe I'm over worked. Maybe I'm just a sniveling little whiner who is just lucky enough to have a house and JobS! to complain over. Or maybe I'm getting soggy and growing gills from all this rain. Or maybe maybe~I'm just tired =)