Tagged: beinglizardek

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,...

13
May
2007

TO THE WORLD YOU MIGHT BE JUST ONE PERSON, BUT TO ONE PERSON YOU MIGHT JUST BE THE WORLD

Because I couldn’t spend time with my own mother on Mother’s Day, being as how she is 8000-some-odd kilometers away, when one of the members of the AWC organized a Mother’s Day Luncheon today, I took my mother-in-law, which is what all of us who attended did. Our mothers-in-law who have helped to welcome us to a foreign country, made adjustments in their lives and their ways of thinking in order to bring us into the family, and who have helped the ongoing acclimatization with which we struggle on a daily basis, no matter how long we have lived here....

02
May
2007

ONE STEP AT A TIME IS GOOD WALKING

You know, I think I do pretty good with my little half hour walks 2 or 3 times a week, but usually Martin, and sometimes Karin, goes with me and I know I must subconsciously reduce my pace to fit his substantially shorter legs. He’s game for the walk and he keeps up just fine, since I don’t dawdle, but I know I’m not REALLY pushing myself. Because today? After power-walking for FIVE KILOMETERS with 9,300 other women through beautiful Pildamms Park in central Malmö (and another 2K from the parking lot and back again) I know exactly which muscles...

26
Apr
2007

AT HOME WHEREVER I FIND MYSELF

Tomorrow it’s time to return. Back to real life (and my hair’s evil twin Barky). Back to family and work and routines and the life that fulfills me and makes me who I am. Back to “home,” though I’ve long since given up being able to define “home” with a specific location. Home is where the heart is, they say, but my heart is all over the place. What an unexpected and welcome treat a month in the States has been. After 3 years away, it was all new again and big and overwhelming and bogglingly expensive and full of...

19
Apr
2007

SOME SPEED WITH A DASH OF ANTICIPATION

I like going fast. I like driving fast (at least, faster than I should, though I don’t like going TOO fast, because that triggers my control issues) and I like working fast. I read fast. I type fast. I eat fast. (which I’m told is not a good thing) I respond quickly in conversations with snappy comebacks. I make snap judgements sometimes. I don’t live in the fast lane, though. And I have never fasted in my life, though I understand it can be quite cleansing. I have no idea why I wrote all of that. It just came out....

16
Apr
2007

ONCE FOR YOURSELF AND ONCE FOR YOUR CHILD

I said, I don’t know how to get started again. I don’t know where to begin. It seems so trivial to just write a diary-log of my days, what I did, where I went, what I bought. What I ate. It’s more fun and it means more to me when I write things that seem to reflect the inner surface of my shiny and distracted brain. Things that I want to read about when someone else writes them. Things that make me smile or think or go “huh, that was cool.” My mom said, write about your family. Write about...