TV only makes it hurt worse

On those days, when you feel wholly craptastic and basically want to die, what makes you feel better?

Me? I tend to curl in a ball and cry for my mom. Yessssss, I'm thirty-one and still need my mommy. Shut up. I'm a momma's girl.

And a daddy's girl.

And a gramma's girl.

Whatevs. I dig my fam. So what?

Anyway, back to the "feeling better" question. I have the answer:

Have your best friend fly in from the east coast, let him make fun of you for crying for your mommy, force him to make tons of pudding (any flavor, as long as it has bananas), play tons of games, remain seated, rememeber your best friend is your bitch, make him do dishes and take out the trash, eat more pudding, get a lot of hugs and turn off the TV.

I am so lucky to be in pain this way. And I have pudding,

new love of my life - or - i am officially geeked out

***UPDATE # 2: Saw it a third time with a disbeliever. She wants to have ten thousand of Spock's babies. She's weird.***
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***UPDATE: Saw it a second time & I've changed my mind. I want to have 20,0000 of Chris Pine's babies.****
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Saw the new Star Trek movie last night at the IMAX, and have to say it is hands down the best movie ever. And Chris Pine is dreamy. And I want to have ten thousand of his babies.

no flowers today

so the weather finally broke. by broke, i mean, it went from snow to heat exhaustion overnight, which was followed by rain this afternoon. finally, at 65 degrees and rain-free, i was able to go out and meander through my 'hood and snap some shots of the best thing about may... things budding. things growing. the world becoming green again.

i'm not posting any of those pictures today.

i set out to find the beauty of spring. i wandered a good twenty blocks. i heard the sounds of the neighborhood. kids and parks. hipster guitars coming from windows. lots and lots of traffic. laughter at every corner. the ice cream truck. sirens, sirens, sirens.

sirens are very common in my neighborbood. i live vey near the intersection of two very busy thoroughfares, which is four blocks away from the nearest ER.

sirens are a sound of springtime.

i thought nothing of it... until i passed the park...

one block from home, the sirens amplified and i count eleven squad cars on my corner.

an eleven year old boy was beat to death with a golf club by a ten year old boy.

i walked the other way.

and i'm not posting my pics of things in bloom.

there are no flowers today.

i set out to find the beauty of spring. but in my heart of hearts, i am a winter girl.

i need time to process.



i am always waiting for winter.