Da Goddess

Being the increasingly bad-worse-most-horrible-ever blogger that I am, I’ve decided that this quick look inside my head is an adequate substitute for actual content. New genuine simulated content for your pleasure…that’s, apparently, how I roll these days.

I found metallic rubber duckies at Michael’s for $1/each. I love ducks. I used to be the Duck Lady. I’ve been without ducks (other than my What the Duck duck) for months. I now have three little duckies to make me smile.

There’s a corner in my bedroom that I love with all my heart. It’s up near the ceiling. Somehow the way the shadows fall in that corner makes me sigh. The wall is blue. A deep night-time blue. With the shadows, there’s just…something…awesome. The mini constellation of plastic stars barely touches on the edge of the shadows and that also pleases me. The stars aren’t mine. They were already here. They’re just a little bonus.

I hate the book I’m currently reading. But, it’s my excuse to be bitchy and grumbly. Pretty lame, huh? Still, I’m sticking with that explanation.

The previous book I read was so good, perhaps there’s no way any other book could follow it.

I need to get one of those long snappy lighter thingies. Somehow it never dawned on me that this jar candle I have would be difficult to light once it got down to a certain point. My hand isn’t small enough to effectively get in there.

I have a stack of photos to mail out. Yes, there are those of you who will be happy to know that I’m sitting here, blathering on about rubber ducks, candles, bad attitudes, and books all the while NOT mailing items that should have been mailed ages ago. You’ve been extraordinarily patient and I’m grateful. I haven’t forgotten you. I’m just lame.

Speaking of photography, I went to a fantastic seminar the other night and felt myself becoming inspired all over again. I also ended up with a great little dinner afterwards and a personal serenade from one of the best lounge singers in town. (He’s not very lizard-like, but some of his moves are straight out of a SNL skit. Oh, and the guy is a total cross between two former boyfriends. Weird, huh?)

Oh, while we’re on the subject of former something-or-others, I was sitting at the movies one evening and was struck by the notion of how much I really enjoy looking at George Clooney despite the fact that my ex isn’t entirely dissimilar in appearance. How is that possible? I certainly don’t look at my ex and think, “wow! I let that go?? What the hell was I thinking?” No, I look at my ex the way many of us do and think, “eh.” So why is it that I look at Clooney and kind of have to wipe the drool from my face? Where the hell are the Hardy Boys when you need such a mystery solved?

I don’t suppose logic has any place here on the blog these days.

Like…here’s the perfect example. Ladies, you know when you get those inexpensive earrings (the shepherds hook earrings) somewhere and they’re held onto the card by those little rubbery bits on back? Now, most people I know throw those things away. I always have. It never dawned on me to use those as earring backs. Not until about ten days ago. Go figure. I managed to save one set of the things for some reason and I finally decided to see if they would keep my left earring from falling out (I don’t know why it’s always the left earring that falls out, but it does, and these things? They totally prevent that from happening). And so yesterday, while at Walmart, what did I spy on a rack? A package of those little rubbery bits. Hello! I never would have thunk it.

I’m not exactly sure why I have felt the need to share all this in one big mental purge, but there you have it. Again, nothing logical about the content or presentation. And I’m really grateful you stopped by and stuck around long enough to read this.

God, I hope you still love me as much as I love you.