Ellemental

This week is my 4 year blog anniversary. Amazing.
The old blog is no longer online, although I have it saved to disk and look back through it fairly often.

Because I’m suffering from blogger’s block, and because I want to mark my anniversary, I’ve copied four posts written during this week over the past 4 years.

Friday, May 18, 2001

Today’s Goal:
Get all the weekend stuff done (clean, family stuff, errands, etc) and still have a few hours of free time.

Today’s Lesson Learned:
Perhaps Sunless Tanner application is best left to a professional

Music to Blog By:
Who are You ~ The Who

Open Book:
Still in a holding pattern in “Closing of the American Mind”. I bought Cosmo today at the grocery store. Maybe tomorrow morning I’ll make some coffee, grab a bagel and stay under the covers till noon or so making myself feel like Big Hick Hilda by reading all the articles and looking at the pictures.

Twas a good good day. Did everything I needed to do and it’s still daylight. I actually considered calling Co and seeing if she wanted to maybe see a movie or hang out for awhile. I’m just in a “go out and DO something” mood. I decided I’m not in a good enough mood to deal with her for more than an hour or so though. I know I sound like a bitch, and maybe I am, but she is SO incredibly unhappy about everything in her life that spending any amount of time with her zaps all my energy and good spirits. Basically we are in the same boat…same age, both single, no kids. The difference is that even if I’m not thrilled about it, I can deal with it, and I am grateful for (and enjoy) what I have in my life. She, on the otherhand, is embarrassed that she is single, doesn’t understand how other females who are larger than her (and therefore less desireable, I guess) can be married with children. Badmouths all of her friends, then wonders why no one wants to hang out. Ok, I have definitely talked myself out of calling her. Everyone else is too far away for last minute plans, so I think I’ll make some popcorn and settle in with a movie. I’ll have to lie to Ga when I see him again. He always asks me what I do on the weekends, and if I say “oh, just hung out at home” he gives a sad little shake of his head and says “you’re in the prime of your life…you have to get out there!” I think he wants to set me up with his son, who is like, 23. I don’t think he realizes that I’m 32. (that would REALLY make him shake his head sadly!) All of my friends have guys they want to set me up with…all these available guys floating around me, and yet I can’t seem to connect with anyone. I’m beginning to think it’s me and not them.

Sunday, May 19, 2002

Just call me Tippi
Did you know that really big blackbirds love the taste of dry cat food?

It’s true. I couldn’t figure out why there has been an exceedingly disgusting amount of bird shit on my front porch lately. This morning I put the daily bowl of Friskies at the edge of my porch for Bob the Cat. (During the week I perform this task as I head out the door on my way to work.) I came back inside, poured my coffee, and sat down to blog. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flock of blackbirds flying low past my front window. Seconds later, they turned around and landed on my porch. Loudly. I peeked out the window to find them crowded around the little bowl, squaking, flapping, hopping. It gave me the heebie jeebies. No wonder I haven’t seen Bob the Cat around in the mornings. The birds probably scared him away. No wonder my neighbors give me funny looks when they see me.

Friday, May 16, 2003

Oh, about the shit and the fan:

The shit has not yet hit the fan. I decided to stand up to the shit. I looked the shit in the eye and dared it to hit the fan. I took the freakin’ fan and Held It Up in the general direction of the shit. The shit refused to budge. The shit has lost interest.

For now.

Monday, May 17, 2004
There was a time when I said

I’d never stay in this small town where I grew up.
I’d never have the patience to have a garden.
I’d rather have my arms torn off and be beaten with them than listen to a Bob Dylan song.
I’d never be able to drive a stick shift.
I’d never eat eggplant.
I’d never have a savings account.

Things change.