some of my 43 things…

Learn to accept, and believe, compliments….. love without fear….. make strangers smile… stop being a perfectionist….. start a gratitude journal….. take the road less travelled to someplace ancient….. make magic a constant part of my life….. make love in the rain….. take a roadtrip with no pre-determined destination….. be ok with all the things i can’t accept about myself….. reduce my ecological footprint….. stick to my savings plan… do some of the things i should have done in my 20’s…. stop worrying about what other people think…. have fun!

the perfect painting

to hang above my new table in my new house

perspective on toilet seats and remebering…

I am still trying to get better.

I am impressed that you moved into the oughts and have a phone that emails and stuff. I refuse to do anything like that as I think it will mess with my karma and even my feng shui. I hardly ever carry my cell phone out of the house.

I was explaining to my accupuncturist that my underwear is getting kind of old and needs replacing, but I keep the old stuff because I always think of the girlfriends I dated when I had that underwear so it is hard to part with. Even though they were mostly crazy bitches, we still had lots of fun. She said it would improve my feng shui and I always thought that only had to do with rooms and stuff.

I saw a buddy yesterday at the local kayak symposium that I had not seen in years. He lives in Richmond. Being sick and all I stopped calling and seeing most of my friends. I think they realized I was all messed up and would prefer to be left alone; I have to start calling all of them again and tell them I am still alive.

I just love your blog. But I live in a boy’s house and my seat is only down once a day unless a girl is over then I make sure she puts it up when she is done.

Talk soon
your “bad” friend Joe

my secret

i like to ‘borrow’ bfs’ shirts because it reminds me of them with me while i’m wearing it.

family dirt…..

mom is down for a visit. her first visit and my first official visitor ; ) we were talking about the invite to my grandmother’s 90th birthday party (f.. i have to CALL to rsvp).. and began to surmise about how many of my father’s ex-wives got an invite.. as they seem to appear at every other “family” event. so it comes up that apparently the current wife (aka.. charlotte the harlot) refers to my brother’s daughter (my adorable cute as a button niece) quite generically as ‘the baby’…… she’s never uttered her name.

a faux-gifter

today’s PostSecrets are GREAT!

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the seat was down for me……. (wow)