blue girl

Heart Stopping Moment

Turned up the Bee Gees and rounded the corner. A man and his daughter were walking out of the woods.

They don’t need to hear my loud, crazy music, I thought, and as I wound around, I turned down the radio, looked at the two of them, then directly in front of me because suddenly that’s where their Lab was –- all happy and bouncy.

I slammed on the brakes. Panting, he went his merry way towards the pond, the man and his daughter following close behind.

“Sorry!” He said.

“That’s ok!” And I turned up Staying Alive again full blast.

Secret Super Power

Got my hair done earlier today by my 24-year-old bombshell hairstylist. Always slightly tan, she has cat eyes, a gorgeous, sexy smile, a teeny tiny frame, and extensions -- long, wild, black hair teased up in the back that flows down to the middle of her back.

“They don’t look like extensions, they look totally natural!”

She flung her hair from side to side and said deviously, “Nope, not natural. Super natural! I love my extensions. Love them. They give me super-powers. When I have them in I can run faster, jump higher, get cheaper drinks, and hotter guys.”

A Moment to Ourselves

The Skimmer and I took the long way to Short North, all the way up High Street.

At a red light near Ohio State, this came on the radio.
 
“If you weren’t in the car, I would be absolutely blaring this.”

“Well, then, I’m here to save you from yourself.”

I turned it up.

“What? What did you say? I can't hear you.”

And then it was as if everyone on the sidewalks around us -- walking alone or with friends, some serious, some laughing; all wind blown, all red-nosed – were all heading their own way, all in their own way.

Service With a Smile

Little boy, eight-ish, walked up to the counter with $3.00 to buy his mother coffee. Lady ahead of me moved to let him get a better look at the bakery. He plopped his money down. He pointed at an M&M cookie, “How much is that?”

Barista answered, “$1.49.”

Wrinkling his nose, he pointed to another, “What about that?”

“1.89.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and kicked at the floor.

The lady in front of me got her Latte and left. And the little boy got his mother’s coffee, an M&M cookie and his $3.00 back, with a smile.

How 'Bout Them Apples

A friend’s a woodworker. He’s given us exquisite pieces -- pepper grinder, cutting board, and small, beautiful bowls. Recently, he gave us a larger, beautiful bowl, one that’s been crying out for wooden apples.

I’ve been thinking of wooden apples. And Googling wooden apples. You can also buy wooden plums, peaches and pears! Bananas, too.

But the bowl hasn’t been crying out for those.

Driving around yesterday, I passed an antique store. Had some time, so I circled back around. Inside the front door in a glass basket were seven wooden apples, that fit perfectly in our larger, beautiful bowl.

Spring Sprung Suddenly

Oh, a beautiful spring day in January. Rolling clouds across the sky, one a large fat rabbit. Long ears, button nose. Cute cloud button nose. It was windy and the streets were wet with rain, and the birds were chirping in confusion. And so was I. Dampness got into my head and into my back and into my eyes. Spring overcame me inside of me too suddenly. I was all crinked up, popping Advil all day long.

It was a beautiful day. And it’s a warm evening. And I need to go to bed. This day has worn me out.

A Good Feature

Watching Jodie Foster at the Golden Globes, I thought, Well, she’s not intimidated by anyone in the movie industry, and she’s not happy with you or anyone else. Except Mel Gibson.

Dr. X has an excellent post about their friendship:

…goes to show our minds and relationships are not appropriately dissected on a rational-motivation basis. We can love deeply damaged, deeply flawed people. We can love people who don't share our values. And others can love us with all of our flaws and differences. That's probably not a bug. More likely, it's a feature, a good feature.

Read the rest.

Had a Small Question

Tried to place an order on a pizza website. Large, chicken, black olives. Clicked to pay then wanted to know how many slices were in a large. I like to eat pizza for breakfast! So maybe I needed an extra large for extra. Navigating through their endless promo pages, couldn’t find the info. Called. It was that important. Had to wait through a pre-recorded, two minute football promo then when she finally answered she read through the promo again in a disinterested monotone. Finally, I could ask my question.

“Hi, how many slices are in a large?”

“A large what?”

What a Set Up

Wrapped in a blanket on this cold, bitter winter afternoon and in the mood for a movie, I watched the trailer for Richard’s Wedding.

Quirky. I like quirky.

The first review quote over the trailer: “Often hilarious.”

Dig at the director? Or does that mean it’s always funny and often hilarious?

Another review: “Has a neo-Seinfeld vibe to it.”

Another: “Packed with great comic writing.”

Another: “…. possibly this generation’s Woody Allen.”

Oh my God, can it get any worse?! Am I gonna do this to myself?

Who would want these kinds of reviews?! Onur Tukel must be absolutely devastated.

Aw, geez