Here is a picture of a pretty orange flower.
Hey, guess what? I slept for about 7,452 hours and I'm feeling much better. That's the good news. The bad news is that I have to go to work tomorrow. I love staying home so much. Of course, I missed the Michael Cunningham reading tonight, but I saw him read last time he was here a few years ago, so I'm not completely broken up about it.
I felt a lot better this evening and got some cleaning done and loaded a bunch more CD's into my computer. Let me tell you just a few of the artists, so that you can see just how all over the place my musical tastes are: old Bob Marley and the Wailers stuff (mostly from the album Kaya), Dire Straits, Cat Stevens, Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley's Sun Sessions album, Jackie Wilson, Sugar Hill Gang's "Rapper's Delight" and then a bunch of crap from my Rhino Records, Super Hits of the 70's CD's - everything from the Bay City Rollers, Ace, Hot Chocolate and The Muhammad Ali song, "Black Superman"
I think I'm going to do one of those "letting you follow my train of thought" posts again. That way, when you're done reading, you'll be so glad you're you and you can just get up and away from your computer, but I'm stuck here in my head. I've also put up some pretty flowery type photos tonight to ease your pain.
Here are some whispy plants kind of by the Circle Jerker's and TLB's old house.
You know how I keep writing about mix CD's? Well, it got me thinking. I've received my share of mix CD's from boys, as probably most women have. My friend K. says that guys either make girls mixes of songs they hope the girl will think are cool or else they give them mixes of music the girl will like. I dated a guy a few years back who made me tons of mixes. Most of them were of songs he thought were cool. The one time he made me a mix of songs he knew I'd like was after we broke-up, I started dating someone else and then broke-up with that guy, and he wanted to get back with me. It took him that long.
That got me thinking about most of my relationships with men. (I know, here I go again) I'm not going to generalize about all men, because I know plenty who aren't like this and I'm sure there are also many women who do it as well. But I tend to date guys who don't work at all during the relationship, but then when I finally break up with them, they all the sudden say they'll change and work twice as hard trying to get me back, as I ever asked them to while we were dating. Then they pine for years after. I don't get it.
Here are some end of the season daisies next to a bunch of coleus.
I would love it if a guy told me the things that bothered him about me in a realtionship. Sure, I might be defensive at first, (I'm fun that way) but then I could either realize I was being a pain in the ass and work on not being like that, or else tell him that it's something I can't change. Like if he was all, "Churlita, it bugs me that you live in your own little world and don't ever notice when I get a haircut, or that I moved an item on the counter from here to there, or that there even is a counter there. What I really want is a woman who will organize everything and make my life easier."
I could say, "Yeah, sorry. I'm just not that kind of a girl. On the plus side, I won't nag you about shit either." And then he could decide whether that was something he could live with or not."
I've never had a guy do that before. Usually, I just drive them crazy and they pick at me until I reach a saturation point and leave or they drive me crazy and I tell them what's not working for me and they may try for a while but ultimately go back to their ways that drive me crazy and that whole process I talked about above starts all over again.
Here is a cart full of flowers.
My friend G. and I were talking about some guys we knew who were like that. It would make sense if they didn't want to be in the relationship, but then they got so upset after it was over and then when it was way too late, decided to make an effort. It always reminds me of the Flannery O'Connor Story, "A Good Man is Hard to Find". You know, when the Misfit kills the grandmother, and says, "She would of been a good woman, if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life." I've noticed that pattern with Mr. B. and we're not even dating. I guess I'm tired of dating (or not dating) guys who need a gun to their heads...And that's why I'm taking a break from it for a bit, until I can find a guy who will make me a mix CD of songs he thinks I'll like, instead of trying to show me how cool he is, and no guns are required.
There, didn't I warn you about how scary my brain was?