Friday, February 25, 2005

Truth

More Joan of Arcadia.....

God *Joan, would you please flip on that light switch?*

Joan *Isn't it your job to let there be light?*

God *It's everyones.*

Friday, February 18, 2005

Today's Yahoo Horoscope

My horoscope on yahoo today reads as follows: *Ever notice how we often hear from people we've been thinking about? Almost immediately after we've thought of them? Well, if you haven't noticed it before, you're definitely going to notice it now. There's a parade of long-lost friends and lovers about to make contact with you over the coming weeks. The fun starts today. Ready or not, here comes a voice you haven't heard in a long, long time.* They seem to think that might be a fun thing. The only thing that came to my mind was ......*damn why would my ex-husband call me today?*.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Sexy Dork

I am wearing my favorite piece of clothing that I have ever owned. I bought this off white pull over sweater at a thrift store in 1993. I absolutely love this sweater even though there is nothing particularly special about it. It was used when I got it and I intend to be buried in it. This sweater makes me feel ultra sexy and comfortable. I could be a super hero in it. That is the way that it makes me feel. Key word there is FEEL. I have seen photos of me in this sweater and I do look at myself in the mirror. I am to bulgey for the sweater of power and look washed out in it. It appears (to mere mortals )to just be a plain old sweater. I know better. This sweater was worn weekly while I was in college and I have worn it at least 3 times a month until a year ago. I decided then that it was just not good enough to wear to work and put it in the back of my closet. I am so tired this week and the paranoia is like little wisps of fog that I can almost see at times. I know it is just trying to creep in due to the crazy schedule I am keeping and weird hours and it is being held at bay. So I am going through my closet this morning and there it is....The sweater of power. I knew then that today it had to be worn. My old friend that knows so much of my history and still loves me even though I had exiled it to the far corners of the closet is keeping me safe today. Today, in my mind, I am sexy and wonderful and that makes me confident. I just hope that they remember to bury me in it so that I can face eternity feeling this way. Wouldn't it be nice if everything could be fixed that easily?