Date: September 20th, 2007

Saturday, September 15

Newness

Oh, hello there. My old friend September has made an appearance again, thus the beginning of new things. January might be the official start of a new year but September...oh, September...it peeks its little head out and demands to be noticed. So we all give into its will and begin things anew. September means neverending busyness while trying to get back into the swing of things. It's difficult to say the least, to go from the bliss that is summertime and the living is easy to Fall and the living makes me want to remove my [insert body part here] with a [insert name of pointy, sharp object here]. So yeah, I'd figured I'd do a little featuring of new(ish) members of IB to help them feel welcome and at home. And to start things off, the WSG says it best. I like perfunctory especially when it best describes my feelings on moving.

And speaking of moving, I've moved into a place with a cat. I am normally good with cats, I used to cat sit. They like me, I like them. Though when I moved, I encountered a cat that seriously needs to get laid. Suddenly, I'm not so much a cat person as I am a person who likes to spray the psychotic cat with water every time it gets within seven feet of me. But hey! I'm not the only one, for Ashlie isn't one either, but for far better (and stranger) reasons.

When Eric asked the man to explain the situation the man turned red and stammered that he just needed to follow him NOW. Weaving through the gathering line of passengers he made his way over to the seating area where the man feebly pointed to the "situation." Sitting facing the window in plain view to all around was a woman breast feeding.

And on that note, let's move onto something a little less disturbing like, Girl Scouts perhaps? I actually used to be a Girl Socut, I'm talking for well over a decade I was involved in the organization and it hurts my head to think about it. But the thought of Girl Scouts, hurts Gina even more.

It was rather like a Greek myth, incorporating the River Styx. There I stood, the fallen hero, the would-be Girl Scout, the forever Brownie, watching all the pony-tailed souls cross the river and go into Hell. Where once was one -ie girl, there now was Sisyphus, forever required to push cookie sales without narry a kickback. And where once there was a Girl Scout Mother, there across the stupid bridge in front of all the parents and the recently lost souls of brand new Girl Scouts, there now was only Cerberus, the three-headed hound of Hades. Damn them all, ALL of them and their little dogs, too!

And speaking of Girl Scouts and their cookies - really now, it is the BEST PART - you wanna know what happens when someone eats too many thin mints? That person will probably gain a few or seven pounds. Which, no, those pounds cannot just be willed away, Somebody's Princess. I've tried. It doesn't work.

This frustrates me greatly as dieting and exercise are neither activities that I enjoy [in the slightest]. Whenever I claim to be buckling down and committing to a healthy regiment, I immediately grab for a handful [or box-full] of food...like Monday's Puffins fiasco that I'm ashamed to report. I think it's fair to say that small, delicious, bite-size carbs belong only on the grocery store shelves and NOT in my pantry.

And in closing and apropos of absolutely nothing else, the 80's. Oh the 80's. Not kind to a single one of us. But this is one of the best representations of 80's hairstyling that I've seen since Kris and Stacy's 'Bang Off'.

See, I came of age in the eighties. That decade dictated, to me, that good hair was achieved with scalding hot curling irons, mousse or gel, and a lot of hair spray.

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