Tagged: beinglizardek

10
Aug
2007

IT’S NOT THE YEARS IN YOUR LIFE THAT COUNT, IT’S THE LIFE IN YOUR YEARS*

Happy birthday to me! haha! Woken up just after 7 a.m. to singing and hugs and presents. Spent the day with family and friends at the zoo, we watched the seals get fed and admired all the little animal babies. The zoo was crawling with baby animals: wolf cubs, lynx kittens, wildcat kittens, fox cubs, otter pups, kids (goats), lambs, wild piglets. We got home around 3:30 and power-napped for an hour, then made dinner and went to the grocery store and afterwards I frosted the spice cake I’d made yesterday with home-made buttercream almond frosting: YUM! The boys are...

01
Aug
2007

IF I WAS REALLY SUPER, I’D BE ABLE TO ADD

I’m lying in the big chair, hand on chin, thinking. Anders is typing away at something in the computer room. I suddenly think, “Good lord, it’s the first of August. I have a birthday coming up soon.” Then I make my brain hurt with trying to remember how old I actually am, which birthday is this, how old will I be in 10 days? The answer I come up with doesn’t seem to be right. I count in my head from the last big one, adding for each year since then: one, two, three? Is that right? Three? “Anders,” I...

23
Jul
2007

MERRY GO ROUND

When I opened the side door and stepped out, I was surprised to see a rather large hedgehog snuffling around right there, practically under my feet. He seemed taken aback as well and waffled first one way and then the other. I didn’t want to scare him so I just chuckled a quiet hello and went for a walk in the lovely evening sunshine, made even lovelier by its contrast with the 24-hour pouring buckets of rain we had yesterday. A grasshopper string section played a buzzing, frenzied sarabande as I strode past a meadow overflowing with golden feathered tall...

12
Jul
2007

POCKET, MEET BURNING HOLE

What in the hell is the matter with me and damn writer’s block? It’s not like I have anything earthshattering to say. Welcome to the journal of the notorious Fitzandstarts! I’ve been editing last year’s journal entries (the 3 previous years are long-done and getting impatient) and geez louise, I posted something nearly every day! What energy! Where did my energy go? *looks suspiciously under the desk* A colleague at work the other day told me she didn’t understand a friend of hers who didn’t like to go anywhere or do anything on vacation, and then was shocked when I...

09
Jul
2007

GIVING BACK TO THE ENVIRONMENT

Everything’s got to be interesting, thought-provoking, intellectually stimulating. It’s got to move you, make you think, or laugh, or cry. It’s not enough to simply rub the shimmery powdered scales of daily doings from the butterfly’s wings of your life and smear it sparkling across your screen, it has to MEAN SOMETHING. So, when you’re in a nightmoth mode, drab and brown and camouflaged, where do you find that glimmer of beauty and how do you light up your words? What do you care if no one is reading as long your own look back over your shoulder causes the...

28
Jun
2007

SUPER STUPID, PLUS AN ANNOUNCEMENT

I have a superpower!! If you could choose a super power, what would you choose? Would you want to be invisible or able to fly or able to read minds? I think being able to fly would be really great. Or being able to instantly transport myself anywhere (or anywhen!) I wanted. THAT would be cool. Maybe super strength is your thing, or x-ray vision. Or turning things to gold, though that can get you into trouble as one Midas discovered a very long time ago. In The Incredibles, the whole family has super powers. The dad is super strong,...

26
Jun
2007

DOWN IN THE MOUTH

I’m not sure where it came from originally…some John Hughes pre-brat pack movie possibly, like Pretty in Pink, but do you know that totally teenager response to something someone says that starts like this only in a really sarcastic tone with a slight head-tilt/shake and an roll of the eyes thrown in for good measure?: Hell-o It looks pretty innocuous there in black and white type on the computer screen, doesn’t? Hello. 2 short syllables. Only in this context it’s no greeting, but a smart alecky wake-up jolt designed to denigrate the recipient’s intelligence and call their ancestry into question,...

25
Jun
2007

THE TEDIOUS SHORES OF LETHE

There is no lack of things I could be doing, and yet projects are sitting unfinished on the desk, on the art table, in the house, lurking in closets, and in the garden. I am not really procrastinating since none of these projects are urgent or, really, necessary, but if lethargy were currency, I’d be the richest woman in the world, baby! As it is, I seem to just be the most unmotivated one. I don’t feel particularly like recording or editing music, or editing journal books or working in my OH SO NEGLECTED collage book or even writing here...

05
Jun
2007

NOT MUCH TO SAY BUT I’M SAYING IT ANYWAY

The twitch in my eye and shoulder, you ask? Where did they come from? From not being able to post this entry on LJ for THREE FOUR FRICKIN’ DAYS. I had to keep changing the tenses with each passing day of aggravation and frustration until my head nearly exploded. Thanks to e11en for reminding me I could post via email. *twitch* *** It’s June. Anders and I had our 11-year wedding anniversary on Friday but we didn’t really celebrate it since I had a work event to go to. Instead we took the kids for sushi the day after. Of...

18
May
2007

WHAT TO DO WHEN THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO

Ever tried to see how many things you can do at once? If you’re one of my women readers, that is…we all know men can only handle one thing at a time. >:P I think most people can handle 2, maybe 3, things at once. You can cook dinner and keep an eye on the baby, perhaps. Or watch television and knit a scarf. You can certainly walk and talk simultaneously, I’m sure. Today I think I accidentally multi-tasked myself to a standstill. I had 8 projects in progress at once: weeding the front garden bed, cleaning the fish tank,...