A real update, this time.
I love those lyrics for "Not The Doctor." But it's not a real update. So, here's one.
The first thing on my mind is clothes, mainly because I'm wearing stuff that Stephanie T. sent over.
See, when I was little, I had two or three girls that I knew/was friends with who were a little bigger than me, and would give me the clothes that they outgrew. After a while, I stopped receiving these hand-me-downs, until two years ago, I answered the door, and Steph T's grandmother was standing there with three bags of clothes for me.
Somehow, the stuff that Steph sends now still is just the right size for me- the last bag I got was labeled, size 6, just right.
Thing is, when you're little, everyone pretty much wears the same stuff. My friends and I were all rather tomboyish, so I had no problem with the stuff I got.
I'm still, more or less, a tomboy.
The same is not true for Steph.
Of the three bags I got two years ago, I kept one, and the other two went to my cross-dressing boyfriend, who especially delighted in his new hot-pink shirt which read "PRINCESS" in rhinestones across the chest.
Some of the stuff still suits me. This last bag included a really cool blue-and-black tweed skirt that's a nice balance of cute and quirky.
Next job interview I have, I'm wearing it.
But right now, I'm sitting here in tight jeans and a halter top. I normally don't even wear straight-legged jeans. My favorite pair of pants are labeled "twin cannons" if it gives you an idea. But really, they weren't kidding when they called them "hip-huggers". As for the top, I don't think I'll EVER get used to looking down and seeing cleavage.
But I'm really thinking about keeping some of this stuff.
Because, if nothing else, they'd be great to wear on-stage if Seige and I ever get our glam band going. (Speaking of which, Sid-boy, we need to hang out and jam this summer.)
Completely unrelated, I now have a garden.
Five tomato plants.
They're so cute.
Dad and I worked for a while on Saturday morning pulling out weeds where his old garden had been, prepping the soil, and digging the holes. (Tom helped with hole-digging, too.) And except for the biggest one, which Dad used for demonstration, I did all of the actual planting. And then we watered! And it felt really good. (The whole thing, not just the watering.)
The biggest one already has blossoms starting.
I think it's funny how affectionate I feel towards five plants that haven't even been in my care a full week. Tom joked that they're the closest we'll ever get to having kids. (I disagree. I'm sure we'll have at least one cat.) And so, our "children" now have names. From left to right, they're Thomas, London, Meria, Sweetheart, and Charlie. (Tom joked about me naming one after him, so of course I had to do it.) Meria, in the center, is the tall one.
I'm so weird about them. I went out and watered them because they were looking a bit dry, and then I sat for ten or fifteen minutes and talked and sang to them.
I can't wait until I actually have tomatoes.
They'll be like grandkids.
I'M KIDDING. Stop looking at me like that.
I love spending time with Tom, and with his family.
Missy is totally radtacular! She gave me the gift she'd mentioned: Tinkerbell pajamas! They're a sort of minty green and navy blue and super-comfy. The top has a really cute Tink and says "Tinkerbell" "One Sassy Chick!" <3 And the pants have a bunch of different Tinks on them. My fav is Tink making a mad face. I get such a kick out of that.
And even though they're pajamas, I ended up wearing the top yesterday because I was so excited about it.
I really love just hanging out at Tom's house and talking with him, Missy, and Julie, and playing with Alex. (OMG Alex knows my name now! Well, sort of. I'm usually just "Faaaaa!" But it's cute!) I laugh so much at that house.
Occasionally, though, I still get hit with odd bouts of shyness, and retreat to Tom's room.
And of course, being with Tom is awesome. We spent his day off from school at the library, mostly sitting on the floor in the nonfiction music and theatre section. It was so nifty.
I think I'm out of things to say now.
The first thing on my mind is clothes, mainly because I'm wearing stuff that Stephanie T. sent over.
See, when I was little, I had two or three girls that I knew/was friends with who were a little bigger than me, and would give me the clothes that they outgrew. After a while, I stopped receiving these hand-me-downs, until two years ago, I answered the door, and Steph T's grandmother was standing there with three bags of clothes for me.
Somehow, the stuff that Steph sends now still is just the right size for me- the last bag I got was labeled, size 6, just right.
Thing is, when you're little, everyone pretty much wears the same stuff. My friends and I were all rather tomboyish, so I had no problem with the stuff I got.
I'm still, more or less, a tomboy.
The same is not true for Steph.
Of the three bags I got two years ago, I kept one, and the other two went to my cross-dressing boyfriend, who especially delighted in his new hot-pink shirt which read "PRINCESS" in rhinestones across the chest.
Some of the stuff still suits me. This last bag included a really cool blue-and-black tweed skirt that's a nice balance of cute and quirky.
Next job interview I have, I'm wearing it.
But right now, I'm sitting here in tight jeans and a halter top. I normally don't even wear straight-legged jeans. My favorite pair of pants are labeled "twin cannons" if it gives you an idea. But really, they weren't kidding when they called them "hip-huggers". As for the top, I don't think I'll EVER get used to looking down and seeing cleavage.
But I'm really thinking about keeping some of this stuff.
Because, if nothing else, they'd be great to wear on-stage if Seige and I ever get our glam band going. (Speaking of which, Sid-boy, we need to hang out and jam this summer.)
Completely unrelated, I now have a garden.
Five tomato plants.
They're so cute.
Dad and I worked for a while on Saturday morning pulling out weeds where his old garden had been, prepping the soil, and digging the holes. (Tom helped with hole-digging, too.) And except for the biggest one, which Dad used for demonstration, I did all of the actual planting. And then we watered! And it felt really good. (The whole thing, not just the watering.)
The biggest one already has blossoms starting.
I think it's funny how affectionate I feel towards five plants that haven't even been in my care a full week. Tom joked that they're the closest we'll ever get to having kids. (I disagree. I'm sure we'll have at least one cat.) And so, our "children" now have names. From left to right, they're Thomas, London, Meria, Sweetheart, and Charlie. (Tom joked about me naming one after him, so of course I had to do it.) Meria, in the center, is the tall one.
I'm so weird about them. I went out and watered them because they were looking a bit dry, and then I sat for ten or fifteen minutes and talked and sang to them.
I can't wait until I actually have tomatoes.
They'll be like grandkids.
I'M KIDDING. Stop looking at me like that.
I love spending time with Tom, and with his family.
Missy is totally radtacular! She gave me the gift she'd mentioned: Tinkerbell pajamas! They're a sort of minty green and navy blue and super-comfy. The top has a really cute Tink and says "Tinkerbell" "One Sassy Chick!" <3 And the pants have a bunch of different Tinks on them. My fav is Tink making a mad face. I get such a kick out of that.
And even though they're pajamas, I ended up wearing the top yesterday because I was so excited about it.
I really love just hanging out at Tom's house and talking with him, Missy, and Julie, and playing with Alex. (OMG Alex knows my name now! Well, sort of. I'm usually just "Faaaaa!" But it's cute!) I laugh so much at that house.
Occasionally, though, I still get hit with odd bouts of shyness, and retreat to Tom's room.
And of course, being with Tom is awesome. We spent his day off from school at the library, mostly sitting on the floor in the nonfiction music and theatre section. It was so nifty.
I think I'm out of things to say now.