hula hoops and hampster wheels

I've never spent so much ime in bed for one whole weekend - I've slept hours and hours on end, watched the movies I picked up on friday night which included: The Jane Austen Book Club, American Gangster, No Reservations and Once --- which was about music or somthing, & I fell asleep almost immediately after pushing play. You guessed it -- I'm sick. I'm pretty sure it's an ear infection/sinus infection because when ever I yawn or burp like the delicate flower I am, my ears pop and I feel better for maybe 5 minutes.

I'm drinking lots of tea, honey/lemon water --- I'm considering torturing myself with the clove of garlic. I'm off to run to the store to get some OTC medicine. I'm sick of mucus so I think I"m going to have popsicles and oj for dinner -- maybe some crackers since I need my carbs. Maybe I'll make soup -- ahhh I'm too lazy to actually make soup today, I might open and heat up a can of soup. Not the same I know. I know this next part will come as a complete shock -- I'm sick of diet coke. I've been drinking water - tea and oj like crazy. Gatorade sounds good right now -- ok I better go to the store and stock up on supplies.

I'm blaming Day Light Savings.

So my birthday is coming up -- and I've been recalling the best and worst of the birthdays of the past.

The worst birthday -- by far was 2004. I was in Winona, my friends had moved away - my parents forgot it was my birthday -- kind of hard since it's my Grandma's birthday as well -- but they forgot to call anyway -- I walked to the grocery store, picked up a round birthday cake -- and ate the whole thing while watching Seinfeld re-runs.

My kindergarten birthday party was fantastic -- my parents hauled me and my friends to the Chucky Cheese in a Motorhome and we ate pizza and played games.

Once in awhile my birthday will fall on Easter -- it's happened twice so far, once when I was 8 or 9 and I spent the Saturday before out with my Grandma -- we went shopping and I sat on the Easter Bunny's lap for a picture. The second time it fell on Easter -- was not so fantastic -- it was my 21st birthday -- and since I was older than most of my friends -- I ended up going to the Gay 90's with 2 underage friends but it was ok since it was 18+ night and one of the friends sister drove us there --- and I was inebriated - gone with the wind, or two sheets to the wind -- and apparently I was sharing my drink and was kicked out. We went back to the friends house- and then we got up at 4 in the morning -- only for me to drive us back to Winona, hung over --- and tired and I had to work at 7:30. Not so much fun.

The following year included one two many drinks as well and I learned the valuable lesson that one should not eat macaroni and cheese after consuming large quantities of alcohol -- as it will liquefy and want a show stopping exit. I hate to vomit, so lesson learned.

Last year for my birthday -- I had a quite weekend away at Gwen's -- I probably disappointed her - because my loud obnoxious drinking phases has ended --- I can still be loud and obnoxious mind you-- I'm just not a good drinker -- a couple beers or a couple bloody mary's and I'm good.

I don't remember a lot of my earlier birthdays -- or they all blur together -- a bunch of girls watching Annie or some other cheesy movie in sleeping bags out in the living room floor, I remember going to a religious shrine and meeting a bishop for my birthday, I was thrilled then - but I was also probably 8 -- how lame were my parents!

Once thing has remained constant --- my mother is obsessed with getting multiple birthday cards --- I've also adapted this practice - but I limit myself to two, she will get 8 -- and we get a birthday card each day for the week of our birthdays.


This year for my birthday --- I just want to go out to dinner and cuddle on the couch with Dave watching some wonderful Monday night TV- -- it's bad enough my birthday is on a Monday. God knows I don't need the cake or the fuss -- maybe some anti wrinkle cream? OK not yet.

Ok so I can be a sap sometimes. Dave & I went to Stillwater last month - and while we were there - we went into a couple antique shops -- and my favorite thing to look at - all though lame and uncovetted are the post cards -- more specifically the post cards with messages on them -- I could probably sit and mill through these all day looking for some torrid love affair, some thoughtful expression of tenderness from miles apart -- but most of the time it's about the weather and the affairs of the day-- that's life though, it all boils down to the weather and tedious things we do.

Sooo as my procrastination project from writing the book I've almost completed and outline for -- I'm working on a epistolary novel --- a novel of just letters, one sided as though the reader was the receiver of the letters -- so the it would be epistolary and 2nd person narrative... I'm not sure if it will work -- I'm basically assuming the reader is my lover,(since they are after all love letters) but I can't assume the reader knows anything because in the 2nd person narrative the letter is the only source of information.

So I started out trying to write a love letter to Dave, but all I can do is picture him rolling on the floor laughing at me being Super Sap -- I send him greeting cards -- and they are short and sweet - sometimes funny.

So I've been doing some research looking for perfect love letter -- not to mock up and send to Dave -- I 'll stick to my greeting card practices there -- but for my epistolary novel.

Love Letters :

Civil War Letters:
http://spec.lib.vt.edu/cwlove/

Amusing Letters:
http://www.girlfriendstealer.com/index.php?name=News&new_topic=9

Some odd love letters: click on the color boxes to read:
http://www.sleeptrip.com/300loveletters/2.html

I'm still not finding what I want to read --- probably cause a love letter -- when written correctly has to appeal to the humanity of the reader. Maybe I have no humanity? Nah, I'm just finding crap -- total crap.

For those of you who know --and those of you don't I have been the recipient of some horrible - cheesy love letters from someone we'll call B -- they arrived daily at my mailbox, and were filled with god awful poetry and ungrammatical sentence structure -- i.e. the never ending sentence. Anyways -- it's always nice to get mail -- -but the love letter should be the once in awhile occurrence as opposed to the daily annoyance.

Maybe -- I should do a book on post its -- what we write on post its -- I'd probably have more success finding adequate post its for inspiration...