I have discovered something about myself.  When I am innocently jogging along in the morning darkness and am confronted with something lying on the ground (Say, a twig and leaves felled by the latest storm) that I cannot immediately identify, I will startle/jump/skitter sideways. In truth, it looks a lot like these cats.


While driving home from my friend’s house at 10:30 on a Sunday evening, driving through town and grooving along to whatever hip hop music was playing, I was startled to find my face rather hurt. Upon further reflection, I had not been dancing along with my whole self, I had only been dancing with my eyebrows.  It was majestic.  Ask me the next time I see you.

Nikolai doesn’t like certain phrases, for whatever reason.

If I ask him to go on a hike with me, he will say no immediately and will not be gainsaid.  If I ask him to take a trail-walk or a nature walk, he would love to.

His other trigger phrase is go to the beach.  Often, my idea of a good time is ditching everything and driving the 2ish hours to the beach, and just wandering around some small town or whatever.  He would probably enjoy it, but refuses to go to the beach.  I asked him if he wanted to drive to the ocean and he was instantly delighted.  Other possible substitutions for “beach” that my dad suggested: sand-water place, and big splashy.  I think Big Splashy works best.

I often wonder if I am a horrible person, because I just saw an animated gif of a bride in a wonderfully foofy dress, full veil, etc. walk down a flight of stairs only to trip on said dress and logroll down the stairs, to fetch up against her (I think) groom’s feet.

Oh Dear.

This gif made me bark-laugh into the silence of my living room, home alone, and watch it loop through a good six more times.

I recently got new women’s multi-vitamins, because I assume I don’t eat enough food to get the nutrients I probably need in enough quantity.  I am just not that dedicated, especially when what is needed exists in pill form to save me time and effort.  Also money, because good food is aspenseeve.  Plus, I’d have to like, prepare the food?  Tough stuff, here.
So the new vitamins are a lovely lavender color, and I can’t help but think the color is purely because they are women’s multi-vitamins.  I furthermore think the men’s multi-vitamins are a manly blue, or perhaps camo pattern.  Yup. That is all.

In dance class watching myself in the mirror doing squats thinking, “my hair looks like a jellyfish right now.”

I do not have fleas or poison oak, in case you were wondering.  I have an itch for change.  It happens every year.  It happens around January-February, when the winter has been long and dreary and the fun of Christmas and holidays have gone.  I get itchy and restless and nothing is good enough.  I pick fights with Nikolai and I fidget, color my hair or cut it.  This year we did a quick weekend at the coast with friends in dreary winter, so that forestalled the itch.

I have it now.  I have been mentally prepared to be purchasing a house and moving, but that change isn’t happening, which is having an odd effect of making me crave change because I was prepared for some and it hasn’t come.  I know what my cure will be, though.  Well, I have about three options lined up in my mind.  I’ll either dream about them until the itch fades, or the house thing will actually happen (no it won’t) and take up my need for change. First option: meet with a tattoo artist to consult on the next tattoo I want.  I have had vague ideas for a few years now, and I would like to make them a bit more solid.  I need to at least find an artist I want to work with first, and that’s fun.

I could start hiking every weekend or after work on nice days.  I could sign up for a few more parkour classes.  I could sign up for some crazy classes at my dance studio.  Mostly I want to do the tattoo thing.  Probably because I have three tattoo projects in line in my head, and I want to do them in order so I have to get started.  Someone, chime in!  Give me an opinion!


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