The Hole I Call Home

I live in a hole.

Am I the only person on the face of this earth that didn't realize that the Golden Globes were on the other night? I missed another chance to laugh at a fashion faux-pas assemblage and feel horrible about my imperfect figure? Darn it all!

*hours later*

I have finished flipping though online photos of the GG's, and I think I live in a bigger hole than I realized. (Isn't that always the case?) Who are all these people? Where did they come from? Is everyone and their mom famous now? Where are all the people that I once new as A-list celebrities?

I blinked and missed the boat.

Wedding Weekend

This weekend my very good friend Abbie is getting married! After having to post-pone the original September wedding date for 4 months, the time has finally come. (As a side note, the reason they had to post-pone it is because her fiance is a navigator for the Navy, and he was not in the U.S. at the time. So yeah, a little hard to get married a continent or two apart.)

I'm really looking forward to this wedding, it's going to be beautiful. This is my first wedding where I'm actually a bridesmaid!! The saying goes, always a bridesmaid, never a bride. Mine was, always a musician never a bridesmaid. Now I'm both, and looking forward to it.

Usually it's hard for me to get geared up about singing in a wedding because: a) I don't know really know the couple, but hey, at least I get paid b) if I do know them (but not a good friend), it sucks when they invite you and only you, and no payday. BUT I'm excited this time because Abbie is a good friend, and it's going to be really special to be a part of her wedding. Oh geez, I hope I don't bawl... hmmm... didn't think about that... nope, I'll keep it together. I have to.

liquid liner + tears = raccoon face.

Anywho, very excited (did I tell you that yet?) and making small goals.

don't fall don't fall don't fall don't fall don't fall don't fall don't fall don't fall don't fall don't fall

The Smells On The Bus Go Round And Round

There are all kinds of people that ride the bus. It's like another world of etiquette and behavioral patterns (I'll post more on these at a later date). For the most part, my bus route consists mostly of the mom & pop type. Occasionally we get a rouge rider to mix things up, but that happens very rarely.

Being in close quarters with a lot of strangers for a significant period of time is always... interesting. Most recently my focus has been on the smells lurking about the bus.

My stop is one of the first, which means I always get stuck in the window seat, leaving the option open to anyone to sit by you. I pray every day that I get a normal person without a pungent aroma and that doesn't smush me, because being a window rider, the choice is theirs, not yours.

For awhile my seatmate ended up being a lovely woman who was pleasant, and pleasant smelling (meaning no smells at all), and that didn't elbow me the whole ride. Then I got stuck with a lady who smelled strongly of strawberries and glue. She was still a good seatmate and provided me with a lot of hours of imagining why someone would smell like strawberries and glue. Then as fate would have it, my longest running seatmate ended up being a lady with 2 large bags that liked to shove them all on my lap and jostle them around throughout the whole ride. It's tolerable if your ride is like 10 minutes, but for 45 minutes, I was ready to shake her. Then the smell hit me. Well, the first smell did at least. She smelled very strongly of cough drops and not the candied Luden's type. It was more like the everlasting coughdrop with the full dose of cough syrup in the middle type smell. She must've popped the whole bag in her mouth before she got on the bus the way it smelled, but surprisingly she didn't have anything in her mouth... odd. As I sat there trying not to feel ill, the second smell hit me. Underneath all that eucalyptus alcohol smell, was nursing home smell. You know what I'm talking about. The smell that only happens when invalid people are resting in their beds so long that nothing can get that odor out. So I think, okay so maybe she's been sick and bed-ridden. That would explain both of the smells (though she never once coughed, and also never consumed a cough drop, yet the smell lingered on). But now as I'm approaching a full two weeks with my odorific seatmate, I'm starting to wonder...

I now welcome any other smell. I stick my nose in my delicious hazelnut coffee the whole ride. And when it ended up leaking all over everything in my purse and my entire lap, I welcomed the smell. I welcomed it so much that I didn't realize that it had oozed all over me until about 30 minutes later. I now lean forward instead of cringing when the toddler in front of me brings out bananas. I look for strawberry glue lady, but I can't remember what she looks like.

I wonder if this would be too obvious?

Happy Belated New Year!

I hope that you're all well rested after such a peaceful holiday. Ha! This holiday was a whirlwind of frantic party throwing, family get togethers, gluttonous meals, family outings, and I think that holiday cheer sometimes peeked through the cracks. Whew! Just thinking about it makes me start to twitch.

I love the Christmas season. Nothing gives me greater joy than listening to Mariah Carey's Christmas over and over and over again... except maybe gnoshing on the bon bon cookies we make every Christmas (and by gnoshing, I mean stuffing them in like Kobayashi in the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest). It's not pretty, but it happens.

Now the new year is here, and there's only 2 bon bon cookies left, and I'm without nog. So now I'm on to bigger and better things in the new year, and leaving behind the holiday lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride.... well, maybe I'll keep my pride. Nah, out with the old! In with the new!

I won't post my New Years resolutions because then you'll ask about them and I'll have to tell you that I fell short in mid-January. But feel free to tell me yours so I can hassle you about following through and not giving up. ;-)