Written @ 11:11 p.m. on 2007-11-21
Everybody Likes To Kick Ass
Today was better.
I got up and went straight to work this morning on the phones. Like, rolled out of bed and clicked in. Isn't that kind of cool that I can go to work with no pants on? Legally?
After work, the girls and I worked on my crafty christmas presents...it's so cool that now they can help with things like wrapping. My sister and brother live in canada and florida respectively (we're a close family, what can I say?) and both have birthdays in early december. I'm trying to get the birthdays and the christmas gifts all done before thanksgiving so I can load them up with the loot there, and not have to ship the shit. They are getting lots of little ecclectic stuff...pumpkin marmalade, pumpkin trail mix, cds I burned for them. jewelry that I saved from being thrown out, the kids school pictures, all in a basket. I think I can work on adding stuff to the baskets while I am in New York this weekend, too.
My dad is getting a cd, mixed by me, called Motorcycle Cowboy..with Guns and Roses, Willie Nelson and the Dixie Chicks..."Goodbye Earl". Funny how I like that song.
My sister is getting a cd called 32 flavors of Bad Shit (which she won't think is funny, which makes it even funnier!) It has Ani DiFranco's 32 Flavors on it, and Porno For Pyros' Bad Shit. "I got some bad shit, and walked around the beach at Venice...". Parents, that is reference to hallucinogenics. It's a catchy tune, though. I could dance to it. In a trancy, ravey sort of way.
My brother got Music To Kick Ass By... Lust for Life by Iggy Pop, April 29, 1992, by Sublime (about the Rodney King riots), Live and Let Die, by Guns and Roses, Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes, Get Up Stand Up by Bob Marley...you know, music for your next revolution. Which is amusing because um, how to say this? My brother is an english teacher who chews tobacco and likes to watch football. Not too much of a free-thinker type, but who doesn't want to kick ass? Right? Everybody Likes To Kick Ass.
Heh.
Hil The Thrill. Everybody Likes To Kick Ass.
B. got me to leave the house today, and even got me into the gym. We had a little arguement, so I had plenty of steam on the bike today. Go me. We should always fight on the way to the gym. I put back on most of the weight with my binging and lethargy, but, hey, now I know how to take it off again.
I packed for our trip to New York. We are leaving first thing in the morning and staying until sunday. I am super psyched because everyone is going to be there. My brother and his family, my sister, my friends are all in town, B. is coming with, and I have the girls. It's going to be awesome, although my mother has been rather incoherent on the phone all week, what with all of the preparations. Poor mom. She makes Martha Stewart look like small potatoes, and then starts ranting like a lunatic, and then keels over dead, every holiday. You should see it.
My ex told the children tonight that he will be alone over thanksgiving, in order to properly wrack them with guilt, and also wrote a nasty letter to my lawyer about how I am CONSTANTLY interfering with his contact with the girls. I wonder why a swell guy like him will be alone? Who wouldn't want him at their table? Or, on their table?
Oh, I've got jokes tonight. Thankyou! I'm here all week!
Happy Thanksgiving, ya'll.