Moody Meow

and Happy Halloween.
And happy Anniversary to me and D.

I love this day. It means so much to me. I start over every October 31st.
Rebirth.
Regeneration
Reinvigoration.

And so, if you are curious, D and I have a relatively mundane plan. When he is finished with his shower, we will go to Einstein’s and have bagels. Then we will take the beagle boys to the dog park. Then it’s back home for some homework. I am trying to make myself go to class tonight, so if I do that, then I have to finish some homework this afternoon. But it’s a slow day. I am going to relish every moment.

Send a blessing, prayer, or energy to those that need it. We are coming into the beauty of winter and there are many out there who lack the fire of friendship and love.

Blessed Be.

I am wearing my favorite hat today. I bought it in Breckinridge a few years ago, but it rarely gets cold enough for me to wear it. Today, it’s chilly. I am wearing my Pearl Izumi jacket, a cute green long-sleeve shirt and my favorite jeans. I put my hair in pigtails. I feel very good! There’s no other way to explain it. I just feel lovely, awake and calm. Perhaps I am suffering from delusions. This lack of angst over my midterm tomorrow flows with an unfamiliar rhythm. I like this space and I will endeavor to remain here, cute hair and all.

I am – this is going to be intensely personal, so if your aren’t prepared to know some of the darker details of my life, its best if you stop reading.

I’ve contemplated a recent conversation. The darkness enveloped her face when she and I talked about all of the similarities. We share manic-depression. We were both the victims of incest and rape. Our parents handled the truth of the incest by denying the reality. They invited the aggressor back into our home. When we were raped, it was brutal. And it’s not hard to see all of this behind her dark eyes. I often wonder if I am as transparent. What kind of sisterhood is this? The sisterhood of the recovering victim? Are we part of the same strange statistical circumstance? We’ve loved women, both physically and emotionally. I am not conversing with myself. She occupies her own space. Her laughter is unique. But that joyous sound sometimes catches on the edges of the past. Can you really laugh when you have been that scarred? I can. I think she can as well. We are both cutters. Well, I am a cutter, she scratches. And when I explained why I did it, she understood. Sometimes you just need the pain to let the emotions loose. She is not me. I am not her, yet I sense a familiar soul. Perhaps I am reading too much into this. I tend to get very intense when I meet interesting people. I long to absorb their stories, their unique details. But as we talked, separated by a curtain of fragrant smoke, I almost felt like I was speaking into my own mirror. I know the darkness of her stories. Now, I will search for the light. She laughs with truth, if that makes any sense. It’s not polluted by expectation or propriety. We both snort when we laugh. Our bellies shake, and appendages flail. There is something in that laughter, and that is something we share as well.

We are still having the punkin carving party on Saturday. I am buying the pumpkins, and people are bringing their kits . I would like Hollie to come so that she can use the guts for her wonderful bread, but I have to get off my ass and actually call her back. I am so bad about the phone.

Friday marks the beginning of a long weekend for D and I. Five days of biking homework (because school doesn’t respect our holiday) and relaxation. We are going to take the beasties to the dog park. We are going to relax. I am looking forward to it. I want to take a nice bath with him (we still have all of those bath bombs from Lush) and goof off. I want to dance as we converse about things that mean little. I want to snuggle on the couch. I want us to be alone. Well, except for Saturday Then I want everyone to come over and set fire to things with me. I love fire.

So, I am going to try to take a funny picture with my cameraphone. I want you to see my hat. If I can’t get it to work (the pictures have been doing something wierd!) then I will take a good one with my camera. I hope you have a happy Tuesday.

To the crowd
To the world
You were so dry
And with the token bird I made
Send it to fly right to your side
With the broken wing you sailed
Oh like winter in July
A barren river wide
I’ll pray for the flood
To wash on you
It’s here I’ll be with you

Well if the birds can reach the sky
To this land I’ll be with you
‘Til the sun bursts from your side
With my hands I reach to you
When you think your chance is passing by
When you blow your moon away
I’ll bleed like the reed
Fall with your knife
It’s here I’ll be with you

I’ll fall

Sometimes I just gotta let Snoogs know I love him. That, and this song makes me cry

I’m hormonal. Bite me.

When: Saturday, October 28th - 9:00ish ****I had to fix the date ****
Why: Carving pumpkins and drinking Shipyard Pumpkin ale
What to bring: One punkin, a chair (we are out of lawn chairs)
D and I are going to supply happy vegetarian snacks (Sorry Anne, no hot dogs this time! some shipyard ale, cutting tools, garbage bags and perhaps a dessert. I want to bake something but I need to make sure I have plenty of guine pigs.

If you would like to bring a friend, please do! I am going to try to e-mail this later today via e-vite! It is also the weekend before our second anniversary — time flies, no?

This pic is of the firebowl last year. I plan on setting many more fires!

Anne rocks.

David did a little dance when he had his first bite of her banana bread, which she left at my doorstep. It is wonderful. I have the most amazing friends….and I think we will have naner bread for breakfast… if D doesn’t eat all of it (he loves banana stuff)

thank you Anne!!

Gimme an A!
Gimme a P!

What’s that spell?

NAP!

And the lesson for today is - no matter how shitty your job seems. No matter how overwhelmed you feel. No matter how horrid your day was. It will all go away with a nap. Well that, and mashed potatoes. I think the mashed potatoes and neat little rolls helped as well. Oh and the carrot cake. Sleep well all. May you have lovely dreams of beagles in blankets and kitties exhausted by catnip.

Tali just sent me an online card that got me all misty eyed. The part that made me laugh was that I was a bunny and she was a penguin and the bunny was kicking the penguin in the ass. Truly, it made sense in the card… Really.

Now I need a frickin tissue.

Today Mom turns fifty. It’s an amazing number if you think about it. Whole art movements have come into fashion and fizzled out in fifty years. Families have been born, fractured, and reborn in that span of time. Loves are found. Goals are met. And when I look back at fifty, I hope that I am as successful as my Mother. She’s the most amazing specimen of womanhood, both strong and emotional, fierce and vulnerable, flawed and perfect. She’s my mom, and I’ve been blessed.

Happy Birthday Momma!

My birthday/ anniversary/ Samhain/ Solstice/ Christmas/ Easter present came in today. We picked her up this afternoon and then headed to West Orange for a test ride. My legs feel different, more worked out and I caught up with D for a while, even drafting off him. She is a 2006 Specialized Dolce Elite. The guys at Orange Cycle are really amamzing and helpful beyond words. I even got free socks out of the deal! Needless to say that I am REALLY happy and quite tired. We are going to head out for another jaunt tomorrow… I can’t wait!

I also made the world’s best breakfast. I’ve grown to love the taste of bell peppers, specifically red ones. I shopped those up and sauteed them with LOTS of onions and garlic. Add about a half a cup of the cooked veggies to your eggs for an omlette that is to die for. I also added red pepper flakes because we like spicy food.

I am going to go now. I owe my man some sex, and I have wine calling to me. Have a fantabulous weekend!

I listened to a podcast yesterday, and I think it was from NPR about a class being taught at Harvard. It’s a bit odd because the class is essentially about positive thinking and the power of the mind of trials and tribulations. On that note, I am going to share a list with you of things that make me very happy.

They are in no particular order.

Happy smells – my favorite has to be night jasmine, lavender and the scent of my enchilada sauce bubbling away on the stove. David smells lovely too.
iPods/Apple – Every day I come to work with my video iPod (prior to the video was my 15gig) and I listen. If I am in the mood for the theatrical, I listen to the Lord of the Rings soundtracks. If I want to mellow out, I take in one of the meditation podcasts. If I want to laugh, I watch Firefly or Diggnation. Sound permeates my life. And I am extremely happy with how the iPod has worked for me. I also love my laptop. Why? This week I love it for the light-up keyboard. That will change next week.
Bicycles – I gauge my week by how much riding I’ve done (this week – not very much) and that directly effects how I feel for the week. There’s nothing more peaceful than flying down a street on a bike, the wind ripping the tears from your eyes. It’s unencumbered freedom.
The solidification of my ethical system – I feel strong in my beliefs. They are my own – molded by experience and thought. I didn’t come to them without contemplating the left and the right side, looking at all aspects of their nature. I feel calm about what I believe, confidant. I am flush with purpose and opinion. It stirs at my soul.
Beagles – Pip and Puck got a bath this week. I broke down and took them to a groomer because I couldn’t get their nails cut myself. I am always afraid that D and I will cut them too short. Petco damaged them emotionally, and Pip freaks every time we went into the place. So, per Vanya’s recommendation, I went to All Creatures. Affordable, professional and VERY busy – they did a wonderful job. And the lady even cut Puck’s nails without a muzzle. That’s skill! The moral of the story is that they smelled so nice and came home with colorful bandanas. I love it when they are clean and happy.
Water – it does a body good.
Coffee – see above
The prospect of graduation – on one hand it scares the ever-living crap out of me. On the other – it’s a resolution and an accomplishment. I look forward to the day when I can say “Yes, I do have a BA!” The prospect of Masters and Doctoral work also thrills me. We shall see where this educational journey goes.
Travel – it’s good to get out of Orlando every once in a while. I need to break, and so does D. I think it will be a good time.

There’s a lot more that I love including D (of course), my friends, and laughter. But I have to get to a meeting shortly, and I need to eat my snack. Mmmm..applesauce!

From Wikipedia!

Saint Patrick’s Day (March 17) is a Catholic feast day which celebrates Saint Patrick (386-493), the patron saint of Ireland. It is a national holiday in the Republic of Ireland, Northern Ireland, the overseas territory of Montserrat and the Canadian province of Newfoundland and Labrador.

In many parts of the U.S., Britain, and Australia, expatriate Irish, those of Irish descent, and ever-growing crowds of people with no Irish connections but who may proclaim themselves “Irish for a day” also celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, usually by drinking alcoholic beverages (lager dyed green, Irish beer such as Murphys, Smithwicks, Harp or Guinness, or Irish whiskey, Irish Coffee or Baileys Irish Cream) and by wearing at least one article of green-colored clothing. Former New York City Mayor Ed Koch once proclaimed himself “Ed O’Koch” for the day and is one of the most famous people of non-Irish descent to publicly revel on the holiday.

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Last night I passed on a new bike. I felt guilty, like I didn’t deserve it. But there are a few bike groups locally that I was interested in riding with. I can’t do it with the bike I have. So, I am going to suck it up and allow D to buy my birthday present really early. Why? Becuase I wanna go faaaast! And Orange Cycle is having a sale soon!

David makes me laugh so hard I cry, and for some reason “Chimi the Love Sponge” still makes me giggle. I could set this up with a whole explanation of the situation (I had a hard day yesterday and tried to explain how I felt today - which was like a sopping sponge…it made sense at the time, really) but if you know D and I at all, you know full well that we crack each other up all the time. And you probably scratch your head trying to figure out why we are laughing so hard. I think D and I are joined at the funny bone (sexual innuendoes to be inserted here) and we bounce in and out of deep, belly laughs. I think D is the funniest person I know, I really do. You won’t see him sing to me, or dance in his office, or streak throughout the house just so I crack a smile. He is the only person I know who tries to actively cultivate my laughter. It feels great to be his wifey.

Tonight, if the plans still stand, we are going to V for Vendetta with Frankie and friend. I am really looking forward to this movie. David and Tali shared an interview with Alan Moore with me. He’s the creator of the comic, and had a lot to say about the industry itself. I don’t blame him for the horrific League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I liked the comic quite a lot and I was horrified at the track that the movie took. It’s a shame when the movie industry takes a fantastic idea and butchers it.

I am wearing green unintentionally. I just noticed that.

Now, I am going to get back to work and listen to Dead Can Dance until my ears bleed

I love ending my school-week with my Fiction workshop. It makes Monday’s bullshit less brutal. I’ve noticed that there’s a self-congradulatory nature to certain classmates, which is then reinforced by the professor. The interesting ones are the ones who are learning to write. They make my time go faster and I feel more productive.

I got paid today! Yay for money.

Last night I talked to Mom for close to two hours. It’s been a while since we’ve had an honest conversation with her, but I was eager to hear the truth about the Grandparents. But I don’t want to get into that right now. That’s a post in and of itself.

New headshrinker! I have an appointment for April 5th. Let the drugs commence.

Tomorrow we are going to see V for Vendetta with Frankie and his friend. I’ve missed the Frankie-bot. It’s time for some geeky laughs.

The rest of the weekend will be filled with library time, a ride (of course!), and perhaps a few trips to the dog park since the beagle boys haven’t been able to go. Puck should get his stitches out this weekend.

I may get a REALLY early birthday present today….maybe. More later!

I cancelled my Myspace account…hope to see you on here more often!

The fact that I still read your blog?
Or that you trace ip addresses to see who’s reading.

It’s just a question.

Dear Witty Bitches,
Please be online for discussion at 8 on Friday, eastern standard time. If we need to reschedule the meeting, please contact me, The Meow so that we can set up an alternate time.

Thank you,

The Mistress of the Meow (Mrs. Moodi)

(This message was brought to you by the letters M and B and the number 7)

I am posting new photos as soon as I get them on my little computer. This makes me quite happy. I am not nearly as good as Cat is (I love her images!!!!!!) but I would love to learn. Maybe one day Cat and I can take a nice trip around Orlando (when she visits) so she can teach me how to use my camera properly. Otherwise, I am going to continue to to take goofy pictures of my animals and avoid getting in front of the camera.

So the point of this ramble is check the Flickr thingy to the right, because I’m adding pictures and stuff…yeah. That’s the ticket.

Fuck… I really need a nap.

Okie dokie. So, there’ve been some changes around here. There are still some tweaks that need to be done, but overall, I like this better. Yes, the header is huge. Let me know what you think. D did the artwork. He shall get laid for this !

More later.

Okay, so this is a slight transition, but I am going to start using Wordpress as of today. MT’s usability left much to be desired, and I find that this is uber-groovy. Please pardon the bland colors as this is still a work in progress. Don’t mind the dust and debris while we remodel!