Reality Is a Harsh Mistress

I finally have to admit out loud that I've lost my Camille necklace. This makes me upset beyond belief.

I don't even quite know how I lost it. Rather, I have a pretty good idea HOW, just not WHEN. It just makes me feel stupid, and sick, and sad.

Flashback to last week: I decided I needed a new purse to cheer me up. While it wasn't the price of a Coach bag, it was more than I'd averaged on my Payless employee-discounted purses.

Mid-Saturday morning, one of the side braids popped off. Being the practical gal I am, I refused to keep a defective bag, given its expense.

Saturday was a busy day (birthday weekend and all!), but it was also the day I was determined to do my exchange, as I was going out with the girls that night. (Oy, my head just throbbed in rememberance! : P)

So I think between switching purses three times (couldn't decide what backup purse was sparky enough for the occasion, you know), the lawn and garden show, my hair appointment, the purse return, a jaunt to Lawrence since our Target didn't have the one I wanted, then out with the girls (and this was all after noon, mind you!)

... I've managed to lose my amethyst pendant necklace. Which I really freaking need right now, since my brain is running about a bazillion miles an hour.

I even remember as I was changing bags, or rummaging through one, telling myself "you should put that on. You've had it on almost ever day since she's been gone. Put it on, or put it in the house, or you'll lose it."

You probably wouldn't be surprised to find I don't always heed my own advice. I'm stubborn like that.

Right now, I just feel like crying. Yes, I realize the world is not going to come to an end, and I know the Goddess would not be offended... but I still feel awful. It's just one more piece of her I've lost, and one more reminder of how much I miss her.

Damnit

Degolar Weeps

My pretty young coworker things from the shoe store? Those that keep me young with their adorable, idealistic perspective and willingness to go out at the drop of a hat. Beautiful girls, lovely dress-- high school smiles, oh yes!

Tragically... they have no idea who the Violent Femmes are.

I *almost* feel like I'm in an age-inappropriate relationship. Truth told, that's probably half the allure! (Just kidding, mom and dad.)

It's been a long time since these days:

Maybe Michelle Is Right....

and I really always have been a bad girl. Though, I'd like to say in my defense, a past love (or two) have helped make me jaded.

Props go to the vigilante Degolar for this quiz find! He's right-- play around on the website awhile. They have lots of cleverly worded fun. Those Sundance hipsters!

While The Cat's Away....

... the mice won't even be able to play. : (

Our resident rock star is heading to OKC this weekend, visiting his buddy and family. Yet I have to work tonight, the later half of Saturday, and all day Sunday.

When is a girl supposed to be bad?

Oh well, at least the monster and I can catch up on movies we want to see. I'm sure he won't be disappointed with all the hours of video game opportunities my work schedule affords him.

I'm sure karma had a hand in these events, that wench.

Or at the very least, my mom.

For the Girls

In the spirit of feasting in the name of thanks, here's some eye candy:


I do feel a teensy bit guilty for missing his game return. Apparently, he was quite the motivational force to KU's latest win! So what that it was against Tennesee State (who?).

Now that he's off the bench, momma got plans for Sasha. Ha!


I am SO in a better mood than this morning!