To do and to don’t

Why do you have to say that there’s always someone
who can do it better than I can?
But don’t you think that I know that walking on the water
won’t make me a miracle man?
–Elvis Costello/Miracle Man

Now that everyone has finished with their resolutions for the new year, I am considering my own plans for continued self improvement. I’ve been doing really well on increasing my tequila intake, but it seemed like there might be a few other areas in which I am less than optimal. Here is what I have come up with so far:

1. Stop expecting people to act the way you think they should

2. Eat more veggies

3. Don’t be a nutcase too often

4. Take people at face value

5. Be more coherent.

6. Call your mother more often

7. Be succinct.

8. When you fail at being succinct, at least try not to be boring

9. Do something different on a regular basis

10. Learn when to cut your losses and bail

11. Don’t be afraid to be a freak

12. Be less attached to your comfort zone at work

13. Learn to cook some new stuff

14. Write more. Actually, just write better

15. If you can’t manage better, keep writing anyway

16. Maybe stop writing long enough to get some exercise now and then

17. Learn to ice skate

18. Get more tattoos

19. Stop referring to yourself as a dumbass. Yes, motherfucking dumbass also counts

20. You need another pair of boots

21. Love people more

22. Even the dumbfucks

23. Yes, that is really hard

24. Make sure you always have plenty of black eyeliner

As you can see, I am not backing away from the really hard emotional work. I’ve had trouble with dumbfucks for my whole life. I may not be successful with everything on the list, but I am going to give it a try. Right after I have a cocktail.

Cheers, y’all!

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Special thanks and a very happy birthday to Kelly for giving me the gift of Elvis back in the ninth grade. Love you, KelBel!

Fun, fun, fun

I’d like to join the party
But I was not invited

Why are we racing to be so old?
–Elvis Costello/Two Little Hitlers

As it turns out, sometimes not getting what you want can be a blessing in disguise. We have probably all figured that out on our own.

Not being invited to parties in High School may have been like that for me. It wasn’t fun to be the smart girl in High School who never got invited to any of the stuff the cool kids were doing, but it kept me more or less out of trouble and kept a rein on the amount of booze I ingested. I still managed to get into a fair amount of mischief, but it was a very reasonable amount. An amount that I could handle. It worked out. I did my more serious partying in college when I was probably better able to moderate my intake and not drive drunk.

I didn’t do so much partying in my thirties, and I’m not really sure why that is. Partly because of personal issues causing me to retreat into a massive shell that it took me a long time to dig out of. Partly, possibly, from a mis-guided effort to be a grownup. Grownups, you know, don’t carry on and carouse. They stay home and do, I don’t know, grown up things. Grow old and bored, mostly.

Well.

That is no longer how things work around here, and hasn’t been for quite a while. I have long since gotten over any hesitation I may have had to have a good time. I’m going to be old soon enough, but why does that mean I can’t still have fun? Short answer: it doesn’t. I can have as much fun as I want to because I am a grown up. Not in spite of it, because of it!

Now that I’m older (so much older) I’m sure my liver is a little unhappy with me. I keep giving it tequila and IPA. I’m sure it expected my good times to go way down when I hit 50, but that doesn’t seem to be happening.

Wait ’til it hears what we’ve got planned for it at retirement!

My liver is NOT going to be happy with me.

Lightning trip to the old hood

Sunday was a quick trip to Springfield with Chelle to visit..everyone.

Rick’s grand-daughter was having her first birthday, and we needed to see Rocky and Kyle, and my folks. Lots of people.

Elsie was adorable, as usual.

Kyle was an excellent host and bar tender. He makes a great Bloody Mary, if you ever need one.

We got to finally see Rocky again. I know I miss Rocky when I don’t see him, but I never realize quite how much until I do see him.

Definitely one of my favorite people.

Where did I get all of these great people, anyway? I am not at all sure that I deserve them!

As we were leaving, Rocky handed is each a bag of of the near mythical Rock Java.

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