and this, this is life.
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
as 8th avenue, close ties, date, hand, kind, latent, legs, life, minstrel, mob, parents, person, second, six feet, smell, song, sports, uke, ukulele
It’s hard to think too highly of yourself when you’re the kind of person who manages to hit yourself in the head with a ukulele while strolling down 8th Avenue. Though, the word stroll might be misleading. I walk fast in New York. I don’t know why, but I try to pass just about everyone. Maybe it’s because my legs are six feet long or something. Or maybe it’s my latent sense of competition that never got exercised because my parents’ didn’t put me in sports.
But yep.
I totally hit myself in the head with my ukulele yesterday. Don’t even ask how I managed it, because I don’t really remember–I only definitely remember that it happened. And then I had to text my friend about it, because that kind of thing is just too good to keep to yourself.
And I just might have gone on a date. With my ukulele. Wait a second, that’s confusing. I hung out with someone I haven’t seen in years while I was still holding my ukulele. I didn’t, like, take my uke out to dinner. Though it is adorable and does smell good–two things that are not so bad in terms of qualities in a date, I guess. But I found the fact that I was meeting a guy with ukulele in hand a little funny. So I texted that same friend (who, graciously, doesn’t seem to mind getting play-by-plays from me, God bless him) that it’s kind of embarrassing to be holding a small, obscure instrument on a date. Which he seemed to think could indicate that I am in the mob, and that I should tell him this through song. Naturally.
Just perfect. Because, really, who doesn’t want to date a divorced traveling minstrel who may or may not have close ties to the mob?
Oh man. Life is funny and good and weird and, really, I don’t understand the people who take everything so seriously. I guess those are the people who have never hit themselves in the head with a ukulele or something.
Must be nice.
a portrait and a conversation.
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, there are pictures here
as dogs, Guy, hahaha, hat, home, ish, Jess, joy, kind, kisses, late night, party, party hat, pop, portrait, second
I get home pretty late these days.
Usually so late that even the dogs are asleep by the time I get back.
Which makes me sad.
So tonight I woke Strider up. I brought him upstairs and told him I’d get him a treat. Then I put a party hat on him–well, on each of us–and we posed for a picture:
He gave me kisses and snuggled with me for a second. But see, I still hadn’t given him his treat yet, and he knew it. Sometimes it’s hard for me to tell if a guy is being kind to me because he wants something from me, or simply because he’s truly kind.
But I think I’ve been around Strider long enough to know that he’s one who truly loves me.
And treats.
It’s not mutually exclusive for him, I think.
And then I got him the promised treat, which made him about one hundred and fifty pounds of pure, late night joy.
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Oh, and this conversation between my pop and I recently occurred:
Pop: You’ll never be fat, Jess.
Me: Okay.
Pop: Well, when you get pregnant, you’ll be fat-ish, but then you’ll probably lose it…
Me: Um…thanks?
Hahaha fat-ish. I’m not sure what, exactly, that looks like, but at least my pop is confident that I’ll probably lose it.
Probably!
the magic pill.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as being a woman, contentment, cramps, demons, doctor, good, green pennsylvania, magic pill, pain, pills, reflection, second, solution, tsk, tsk tsk, unicorn, way, while
I am going to talk about being a woman for a second. I hope this doesn’t make anyone feel too uncomfortable. But, see, sometimes–no, every month, actually–I get these really bad cramps. They’ve been so bad before, that I’ve considered going to the hospital. Anyway, I told my magical doctor about this. (It only took [...]
in uniform and stuff.
in Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as aim, audition, brazil, caxias, commercial, couch, five minutes, keith green, life, pray, second, singing in the rain, Somebody, time, today, tonight, trip
Somebody finally got a capoeira uniform. (it’s me!) Although, I don’t have a cord yet. Which is okay. I have so much to learn. Why don’t I ever decide to take classes that are super easy and feel good for me? Like, why don’t I take…How To Sit On The Couch classes? I would have [...]
my miracle? okay, fine.
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
as Accidentally, bad luck, dear god, few moments, haste, iphone, kind, little heart, phone, Rude, second, sheer stupidity, stone, t text, technological miracle, turtle, whole lot, Yep, Yesterday
I will tell you something strange. It has to do with my iphone. I don’t usually write about technological things because I don’t care a whole lot about them. I mean, I am grateful for my phone and my computer–please don’t get me wrong–but, I do not generally dream of things that need batteries. But [...]
no, I’ll be fine. Just let me dance for a second.
in Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as blah, checks and balances, choreographer, dancing, dancing man, dangerous thing, diffuse, endorphins, exercise, freedom, freedom of speech, nutcracker man, puppet on a string, purpose, rehearsal, second, stranger, tonight, variation, wonderful things
Tonight I had rehearsal for Arabian (the variation I am doing in the Nutcracker). Man, it feels good to be dancing. Man, I am such a modern dancer doing ballet. Sunshine, the choreographer, and I were figuring out what I should do in different spots and I kept on ending up on the floor. Oh, [...]
here.
in Loved Ones, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as airport, belgian, belgian waffle, chance, Darby, funny business, geography, Jase, kind, last november, LAX, Mentally, mickey mouse, November, Ollie, orange county, second, sense memory, setbacks, strange kind, waffles
I started the day off right with a Texas-shaped belgian waffle. I wasn’t sure at first what shape they were going for. And yes, I know, that may have something to do with my poor grasp on basic geography. But see, I’ve only ever seen waffles shaped like well, waffles, or like Mickey Mouse. And [...]
let it be.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as arctic sea, change, job, kindness, long time, matter, sea, second, truth of the matter
Lately, some people have blamed me for what has happened to me. And the truth of the matter is that I am not perfect; I never have been, nor will I be. And it is exhausting to try for perfection. Though, to try for kindness–to try for love–this is the kind of trying that turns [...]
