let's have a celine moment

okay she has a voice like an angel (if angels sing, maybe they don't maybe they just hang about and make fun of us). anyway sherry and i went to see celine on sunday night and let me just tell you that i was a bit blown away my her. we busted out our own grandma shannon moves and felt right at home. mostly i couldn't get over a) her incredible voice b) her fabulous wardrobe changes c) her incredibly cheesy facial expressions/"dance" moves and d) jewelry jewelry jewelry. i have decided to get crazy with photos of her gorgeous dresses, but sadly jewelry is not clearly shown. let it begin:
but first- me and sher pre-show


first: this was fun with a cape thing: i had to throw this one in it's all about the hair- the huge, fabulous, drag queen hair. i want to be her. stunning in gold and then pretty flowy blue gown for titantic (second encore mind you), pretty pink first number- loves it and then wow! hello in white! those fabulous strappy things on her legs, i was all about it

love, love, loved it

so adorable. went to the movies with my cousins today and had so much fun with this flick. i totally related in a less cosmopolitan, less credit card access, less hot body of an actress kind of way. in fact, i felt so good i even bought myself a new cardi:



(not my pic, seriously with that curtain thing hanging? ew.)

still looking for that peace train

i was riding that train tonight- went to therapy, had a difficult, but good session, talked to an old friend (thanks al)- ate dinner and then BAM! got thrown off. dammit! so i had to go to a happy place and what is my happy place? good question. i've been asking myself that a lot lately. where do i feel good? where does my body feel good? or where do i feel like a whole person? i like to go swimming. i like being immersed in water, where i feel weightless and like a kid. I prefer a nice tiled pool where there are no suspicious sea creatures or the possibility of dead bodies lurking about. this is a nice tiled pool that i wish i could swim in, if i were one of those make-a-wish kids, this would be my wish: to swim at the pool at hearst's castle.

peace train anyone?

it is about damn time that i get a little control of my life. i have managed to throw out all resolutions in the past week. apparently i am all about sabotage.
i am a fast food/going out to eat junkie.
i spend money foolishly and unwisely.
i say F-YOU! to the gym.
i often feel sorry for myself because i don't sleep well
but....come on. this week hasn't been all bad!
i got rid of a really hard client.
i was able to get out of being evicted.
my car is still running (god willing).
my parents still love me.
my kitchen no longer smells like gas, which is good cause i don't want to die that way.
my bff sherry made me dinner for valentine's day.

so this week it is all about finding a bit of peace.

just in case...

i was at the target today, i went to buy hot rollers actually, but in the end the $18.60 it would have cost to buy them seemed a bit extravagant given the purchase i made unwitting.

I bought these:



why?
do you have a home? do you have an office.
no. no i do not.
but...
i might someday in the near future, well future anyway and they were a good deal.
stupid target.
the end.

ohbama.

so i was driving to work yesterday and listening to the radio. they were talking about the Tom Daschle debacle. then they played a feed of Obama apologizing about his mistake on five different news programs. tears started to well up. i was just sitting there at the red light on south temple thinking, thank god we have a president that is willing to say, i'm sorry and i made a mistake. i seriously have bush ptsd.

saturdays are special days

i've been in a bit of a funk lately.
but...
yesterday my dad came up and we went to Ruth's diner for brunch. It was good as usual and the canyon was beautiful. I think my dad liked it.
moment for my dad:
he always, always calls me back. i know that even when i disappoint him he still loves me and believe me i will continue to disappoint and he will continue to love. he is real smart when it comes to machines, cars, organizing, making breakfast, sales, bad jokes and speaking navajo. (among other things)
he loves lucy and that makes me love him even more.
he adores aidan which also makes me love him even more.
thanks dad.