"i want to be a nudist like a maple in winter weather, and cast off lusty leaves--yellow lime pools at my feet..."
persistant songs in my head today(and therefore persistantly sung and whistled by me):
"we're here for a good time, not a long time, so have a good time, the sun don't shine every day"
and whitney houston's "i believe the children are the answer.... show them all the beauty they possess inside. give them a sense of pride..." and so on. karey and i were singing that on the top of our lungs. you have to sing that on the top of your lungs. you just have to. it's mandatory. it reminded me of mike because it used to get in my head when i first started working with him and i used to suddenly burst out singing it and he would sometimes join in and we would laugh. mike appreciated the music in me. when i was grooving to some song in a boisterous (probably unflattering way), he would say "she has music in her soul" and chuckle. i miss mike and i send good thoughts and hopes his way.
i made tanya from work a body whip today. she liked the 'hot chocolat' concoction that fatima made for me so i tried to reproduce it. i think i did a pretty good job. instead of milo i put real cocoa in it. it's good stuff. good stuff. i love making the beauty products. it's so fun. i sit there at the table with my ingredients and oils around me and my stirring stick and i feel happy. i was on a roll so i made karey a body spray while i was at it. i made it to match her flower power lotion, which is her favourite of what i made her. it's nice to have feedback on what people really like. sometimes it surprises you. even knowing what you (the consumer) don't like about something helps to refine the proccess. (andrea by the way i made you some stuff for christmas but i never sent it. maybe you'll get it for your birthday) anyways i was enlivened by my creating session. but i had nothing more to make so i labeled the caps of all my oils so i can tell what they are without having to pull them out of the drawer. next i'm going to make heather a scrub. she says she likes citrus.
ironic real life situation: i've been having baaaaaaaad baaaaaaaad hair days for about two weeks now. my hair looked dry old, and frizzy. no sheen. no bounce. only dullness and loafness. here's where the irony comes in. two days before sarah comes to do my hair, i havea GREAT hair day. there's a soft sheen. there's bounce and grace of curl. always happens. nevermind. i'm still cutting it.
there's a lady at the gym who i've seen buck naked quite a few times. i don't understand the buck naked types. today i was faced with a sticky situation. i came out of the shower wrapped in my towel only to find the two paths to the change room each blocked by a buck naked woman. what to do? when a person is naked you feel very resistant in approaching anywhere near their space. in this case i had to. so i chose the lady that i see naked every day. i pass her in her nudity and we don't talk, but later when we're both dressed and doing our hair we chat. we chat because she is chatty and i respond. she asks me about curly hair and my curly hair practices. hers is wavy and i sense that she feels more at war than cooperative with it. so she's amazed by everything i say or do in relation to my hair and says "oh maybe i'll try that." (but i don't really believ her.) or "aren't you just the hair guru." while i'm changing closeted in my private change room i hear her chatting with the other nudes about how cold the showers are and so on. but when we're in front of the mirror talking about hair it's like we never saw each other without clothes on. we're clothed chatters.
we made these really rich decadent brownies today at work and then cut out heart shapes with the cookie cutters and iced them. it's for valentine's day tomorrow. i don't know why i keep BAKING things! it's impossible not to eat any of it. i told the girls who are no help at all, that from now on it's only low fat healthy recipes. i mean seriously. why go to the gym at all? it's not to support a brownie lifestyle i'll tell you that.
"we're here for a good time, not a long time, so have a good time, the sun don't shine every day"
and whitney houston's "i believe the children are the answer.... show them all the beauty they possess inside. give them a sense of pride..." and so on. karey and i were singing that on the top of our lungs. you have to sing that on the top of your lungs. you just have to. it's mandatory. it reminded me of mike because it used to get in my head when i first started working with him and i used to suddenly burst out singing it and he would sometimes join in and we would laugh. mike appreciated the music in me. when i was grooving to some song in a boisterous (probably unflattering way), he would say "she has music in her soul" and chuckle. i miss mike and i send good thoughts and hopes his way.
i made tanya from work a body whip today. she liked the 'hot chocolat' concoction that fatima made for me so i tried to reproduce it. i think i did a pretty good job. instead of milo i put real cocoa in it. it's good stuff. good stuff. i love making the beauty products. it's so fun. i sit there at the table with my ingredients and oils around me and my stirring stick and i feel happy. i was on a roll so i made karey a body spray while i was at it. i made it to match her flower power lotion, which is her favourite of what i made her. it's nice to have feedback on what people really like. sometimes it surprises you. even knowing what you (the consumer) don't like about something helps to refine the proccess. (andrea by the way i made you some stuff for christmas but i never sent it. maybe you'll get it for your birthday) anyways i was enlivened by my creating session. but i had nothing more to make so i labeled the caps of all my oils so i can tell what they are without having to pull them out of the drawer. next i'm going to make heather a scrub. she says she likes citrus.
ironic real life situation: i've been having baaaaaaaad baaaaaaaad hair days for about two weeks now. my hair looked dry old, and frizzy. no sheen. no bounce. only dullness and loafness. here's where the irony comes in. two days before sarah comes to do my hair, i havea GREAT hair day. there's a soft sheen. there's bounce and grace of curl. always happens. nevermind. i'm still cutting it.
there's a lady at the gym who i've seen buck naked quite a few times. i don't understand the buck naked types. today i was faced with a sticky situation. i came out of the shower wrapped in my towel only to find the two paths to the change room each blocked by a buck naked woman. what to do? when a person is naked you feel very resistant in approaching anywhere near their space. in this case i had to. so i chose the lady that i see naked every day. i pass her in her nudity and we don't talk, but later when we're both dressed and doing our hair we chat. we chat because she is chatty and i respond. she asks me about curly hair and my curly hair practices. hers is wavy and i sense that she feels more at war than cooperative with it. so she's amazed by everything i say or do in relation to my hair and says "oh maybe i'll try that." (but i don't really believ her.) or "aren't you just the hair guru." while i'm changing closeted in my private change room i hear her chatting with the other nudes about how cold the showers are and so on. but when we're in front of the mirror talking about hair it's like we never saw each other without clothes on. we're clothed chatters.
we made these really rich decadent brownies today at work and then cut out heart shapes with the cookie cutters and iced them. it's for valentine's day tomorrow. i don't know why i keep BAKING things! it's impossible not to eat any of it. i told the girls who are no help at all, that from now on it's only low fat healthy recipes. i mean seriously. why go to the gym at all? it's not to support a brownie lifestyle i'll tell you that.
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