Everyday is like Sunday

Ok, so Sunday is not my best day. It lurks, it looms and poof before you know it it's time for a reasonable houred bedtime and then you are staring at the ceiling or the window with the sudden horror of having to get up for the ol corporate job in a few hours. But that will come later today. For now, I am sipping some hot coffee and chilling out before I have to get all dolled up for a 4 year old's birthday party/pool party/bbq. I'm not really fitting into any of those categories--no kids--no desire for kids, no desire to show my white whale of a body to strangers so they can eye f**k me in public, and no to meats on the barbie--although I must admit that sometimes the smell can be overwelmingly delicious. Nope nope nope.

One thing I like to do is Cocktailing. Stay with me here. I'm not talking about lighting up a Volcano bowl with 151 just to get thru the workday. I mean like shampoo--combining several to make my own personalized concotion or a conditioner cocktail. This morning my cocktail is coffee. Gevalia Jamaicain Blue Mountain, Gevalia Hazelnut and a black label, fair trade Costa Rican coffee I get at Earthfare--I will find the brand and post a pic. MMM what a delicious blend. Now if the douche cashier at Super Walmart would have just sold me the freshly ground coffee I was trying to buy, I'd be drinking from my virgin French Press right now. The cashier thought I forgot to put the Barcode on the coffee bag--oh boy watch out for the next generation they sound just like we did...

Drifting, Falling...

Ok, greetings! I have gone live. I've grown weary of the daily doldrums of Facebook. You collect people on Facebook like owned things and it's all about the posed, suck in the cheeks, from the neck up photo and the who has the wittiest most nonsensical caption to pull in the most crowds. UGH. Not to mention I've got my boss on there mixed with family and I just found a sister who is now on there but go figure how I have time to take a test about "when and how I will die" but I don't find the time to write her back--A SISTER for chrissakes. Unbelievable. Call it too much performance pressure to come up with witty crap that will speak to my Facebook audience and pique people's insterests or get as many "Likes this" as I can. Time to move on. Time to step out of the 1 second attention span of Fbook. Even if no one reads this, here lies a place where I can call my own and log in all my own personal ramblings, delights, pics of things I've made, art I've done pic of things I've happened upon, things I've tried and liked or loathed--basically anything--the sky is the limit. Nothing negative---no negative work rants, no petty complaints about people---just me wandering and meandering thru my life and trying to wring the most out of it. How exciting! Let's go!