"I've got a lot of livin to do!"
Clothing myself on the weekends has really gone to pot. If I decide to a) get dressed or b) change out of the pjs, I really have very few options because I don't believe in looking good if all I'm going to do is sit around and watch sports while I pretend to do work. Now, granted, when I do work at Barnes and Noble tomorrow, chances are I will actually make an effort to put on real clothes and even the extra step of some makeup. Cause let's be honest, belief perseverance still has a hold on me and even though I've been shown many times over that if there are any good looking men in Kendall they a) won't talk to me or b) won't be at the Barnes and Noble, I still hold out hope. So, today I decided to put on the capri stretch pants that sometimes double as workout clothes and my Yankees t-shirt which makes me Jorge Posada for the day. I heart it needless to say. But the outfit seriously reminded me of some overworked (which I am) prissy soccer mom (which I definetly am not). I took issue with this but didn't change. Too much work and since I had to clean the apartment and watch the Yankees tonight, I figure its an appropriate outfit. And then the outfit reminded me of Bye Bye Birdie because the capri stretch pants scream 1960s. Thus, the song "Got a lot of livin" popped into my head.
I tried to first deal with the hilarity of these lyrics: "There are men of 19 or 20 who are suave and reckless and true. Older men who give a girl plenty, I've got a lot of livin to do!" Um lets talk about this. Men of 19 or 20...sorry, they must have meant children. Typographical error I'm sure cause anyone who just went through college knows that men do not exist between the ages of 1 day old and at least 25 yrs old. That sounded bitter so I'll make a lame attempt at an apology for offending anyone. I'm sorry. But honestly, talk about things changing over time! I'd love all old musicals to be rewritten. Like take Guys and Dolls for example--the women experience psychosomatic symptoms because they aint married. Oh wait--that still happens TODAY! Sorry, I screwed that criticism up. People should really stop me from blogging...I shouldn't be trusted with such a thing.
Cynthia and I debated the whole man vs. dog controversy. I say I need either one; she is vehemently opposed to the dog. I can't win the argument but I still stand by my claim that I'll take either. Although I wouldn't let the dog on my very pretty bed which would pose a problem for being comforted at night when I realize I have to wake up and go to FIU each morning. Minor issues. Hell, I won't be picky. I'll take what I can get even if it slobers.
I have pumpkin spice candles burning. It makes it feel like home--it's a remarkable comforting smell. I could get all psycholoy on yall but I figure one references is all one can handle in a day. Anyways...if you'd like to get on my good side, send pumpkin votive candles from Target. I'd heart you big time.
And finally, a short note about my great grandma Frances Siracusa who passed on this morning. God I'm gonna miss her. This summer, when I visited with my Dad, grandma, and Uncle Tony, she kept saying to me "You're so pretty. Isn't she so beautiful?" Beyond being absolutely stunned by her amazement with me, it became funny when Uncle Tony began asking "What about me ma, aren't I pretty?" And she'd make a face like hell no! Thanks for my Italian blood grandma. She married my great grandfather at 16 and I remember going to their house when I was younger and seeing the beautiful garden that grandpa kept. Every summer, towards the end, they'd give us little baskets of raspberries and blackberries which I loved. And it's that which makes me want to run off to Italy and have a little house with a huge garden and a vineyard, meet a beautiful Italian man, make lots of babies, and cook all the time. She's always watched out for us and now she can with grandpa. I could use another guardian angel right now and she'll make the best.
I tried to first deal with the hilarity of these lyrics: "There are men of 19 or 20 who are suave and reckless and true. Older men who give a girl plenty, I've got a lot of livin to do!" Um lets talk about this. Men of 19 or 20...sorry, they must have meant children. Typographical error I'm sure cause anyone who just went through college knows that men do not exist between the ages of 1 day old and at least 25 yrs old. That sounded bitter so I'll make a lame attempt at an apology for offending anyone. I'm sorry. But honestly, talk about things changing over time! I'd love all old musicals to be rewritten. Like take Guys and Dolls for example--the women experience psychosomatic symptoms because they aint married. Oh wait--that still happens TODAY! Sorry, I screwed that criticism up. People should really stop me from blogging...I shouldn't be trusted with such a thing.
Cynthia and I debated the whole man vs. dog controversy. I say I need either one; she is vehemently opposed to the dog. I can't win the argument but I still stand by my claim that I'll take either. Although I wouldn't let the dog on my very pretty bed which would pose a problem for being comforted at night when I realize I have to wake up and go to FIU each morning. Minor issues. Hell, I won't be picky. I'll take what I can get even if it slobers.
I have pumpkin spice candles burning. It makes it feel like home--it's a remarkable comforting smell. I could get all psycholoy on yall but I figure one references is all one can handle in a day. Anyways...if you'd like to get on my good side, send pumpkin votive candles from Target. I'd heart you big time.
And finally, a short note about my great grandma Frances Siracusa who passed on this morning. God I'm gonna miss her. This summer, when I visited with my Dad, grandma, and Uncle Tony, she kept saying to me "You're so pretty. Isn't she so beautiful?" Beyond being absolutely stunned by her amazement with me, it became funny when Uncle Tony began asking "What about me ma, aren't I pretty?" And she'd make a face like hell no! Thanks for my Italian blood grandma. She married my great grandfather at 16 and I remember going to their house when I was younger and seeing the beautiful garden that grandpa kept. Every summer, towards the end, they'd give us little baskets of raspberries and blackberries which I loved. And it's that which makes me want to run off to Italy and have a little house with a huge garden and a vineyard, meet a beautiful Italian man, make lots of babies, and cook all the time. She's always watched out for us and now she can with grandpa. I could use another guardian angel right now and she'll make the best.
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