"You're over me? When were you *under* me?"

Do you ever have one of those days where you’re just over it? 

Over the goddamned weather.  This incessant combo of heat, humidity and rain has made me downright surly.  And a little bit ugly (see curly hair and bangs that won’t cooperate).  Smile all you want you damn TV meteorologists. I still kind of hate you.  (Except for you, Mike Woods. I know it’s not *your* fault!)

Over Disc 1, Season 4 of "Damages" being on a VERY LONG WAIT at Netflix.

Over the person in your world (friend, co-worker, significant other, whoever) who is just whiny or draining or annoying or constantly pushing back or just downright exhausting to be around or listen to?  Who makes whatever “it” is unnecessarily harder than it ever needs to be.  Who has lost their sense of humor.  Or never had one in the first place.  Next.

  

Over the need to work to live.  And waaaaaaay over bringing work home at night.  Though beats staying late because at least at home I can get comfy and blast music and have the TV on in the background if I feel like it.

Over the three people who insist on walking side-by-side, slow as molasses, on a busy sidewalk, ensuring the only way around them is to hop into the street, into oncoming traffic, and try to pass them.

Over the people who don’t let you off the subway before they try to shove their way on.

And over the people who insist on standing at the subway door even though they have no intention of getting off so I have to shove past them or risk winding up down at Penn Station.

Over any "news" report having to do with what celeb will be on "American Idol", "America's Got Talent", "The X Factor", The I-Couldn't-Give-A-Damn.  Unless it's "The Voice" and it's about Billy Joe Armstrong.  Never over that.

  

Over people who don’t pull their weight.  At work. In life.  

Over broken escalators at really busy subway stations with really huge staircases.  Yeah, I'm looking at you 51st and Lex. 

Over people who insist on telling me how pale I am.  (Oh, gee!  I never noticed my skin tone despite living a lifetime looking at this body of mine.)  And, b-t-w, these people who I’m referring to are the ones who make certain to say it in such a way as to equate my being pale to being about as attractive as a pile of poo. 

Over my broken closet door.  Though I should really just get over *myself* and find someone who can fix it.  Or like my friend Rachel would say, find a guy who does stuff.

Over people who set you up just to knock you down.

Over the alarm clock.

Over the neighbor who cooks food that smells like feet and subsequently makes the hallway smell like feet. But not just any feet…hot feet…because it’s hot and humid out!

Over the subway being delayed.  Or stuck.  And super over the platform being a hot box of hell.

Over bad hair days.

Over the bitchy trainer at the gym who hoards all the equipment for her client.  (Now this is someone I *should* be getting along with, seeing as how I’m all bitchy and such.  But oddly I kind of wanted to go off on her today, when she once again stockpiled medicine balls and the coveted 7.5 pound weights for her client.  Who she hugs.  Which, incidentally, I’m not just over, I’m weirded out by.

Over people who try to make you feel guilty for not paying enough attention to them.

Over the cashier at the supermarket who still insists on loading the OJ, milk and bag of apples in one bag and the bread and cold cuts in the other. Putting all the heavy stuff in one bag...not as helpful as you might think.

Over going from extreme heat outside to extreme cold inside.  It’s just a ticking clock before I get sick. And I’m grateful for the a/c – I try to never complain about being cold - but good god my body was not happy today!

Over people who mistake kindness for weakness.

Over people who don’t have any respect for my time.

Over the pharmacy line at CVS, where no matter what day of the week it is or what time of day it is, it's always an epic shitshow. I should take my business elsewhere, but I'm a sentimental fool for my H.S. job.

Even Michael McDonald knows
how sweet freedom is, Suri!

Over the K. Stew/Rob Patts cheating scandal.  Don’t like them.  Don’t care.  Can we please go back to talking about The Emancipation of Katie & Suri?

Over people who are obsessed with juicing (drinks not ‘roids, all you Clemens fans out there).  And who are obsessed with giving way too many details on “do you have any idea what a cleanse can do for your body”.  Uh, no thanks.  Don't want to know what it'll do for me and certainly don't want to hear about what it did for you.  Would rather drive needles into my eyes.

Over Mercury being in retrograde.  Right yourself dammit. I’m exhausted from the struggle!

  

What can I say? I’m having a case of the Mondays on Tuesday.  It's weird, but I’m generally really happy these days.  I swear.  I'm coming off a great weekend with the ladies.  Still essentially loving the new job and making some headway on the projects at hand (though, there’s a reason they say work would be great if it wasn’t for the people…there’s always a few I could take or leave. Or both.)  I have good people in my life.  I'm having fun.  I’m sleeping well.  I’m in the midst of a great book (thank you again Emily Giffin). 

But I have to say, this weather has been the trigger finger on my “over it” rage.  It’s really just knocked me down and taken me down for the count.  I'm not one to give in.  At least not without a good fight.  But right here, right now (Jesus?  Jones?  That you?), I’m too tired to fight back anymore.  

If there's a ring, sadly, my towel is in it.  

So for now, I’m dreaming about fall.  When the air is crisp.  And sweaters are a go-to. When it’s cool enough that you don’t start your day with little pools of sweat on your forehead, but not so cold that you need a coat and gloves or a hat.  When the umbrella is tucked away and the only things falling from the sky are the leaves (in oranges and yellows and reds, of course).  

And even though last night I had a dream that I was at a comedy club and this guy that I dated in high school ("dated"...LOL...) was doing a stand-up routine because he was tired of being an accountant… (wait…what…random…and for the record have NO IDEA what this guy is actually up to or why he popped to mind after all this time, since I'm fairly certain the last time I saw him he was hammered and slurring...a combination that is far less attractive when he's no longer the Captain of the football team and I'm no longer in HS)…so my nighttime dreams still need a leave a little bit to be desired, but my daydreams consist of fast-forwarding or, better yet, leapfrogging over  the month of August. Because ever though it technically hasn’t even started you…you guessed it…I’m totally OVER.  IT.

So do tell....what are you over?  And did anyone catch where I nicked this excessively clever title from?  I know it has nothing to really do with what I wrote, but this is just how my brain works.  

And last, but never least, this is where Spotify led me tonight...classic...in total excess...

Eiffel Asleep (yeah...I know...that was bad...)

The strangest thing has been going on with me lately.  I’ve been sleeping.  Well. Through the night.  Without taking Advil PM.  Or Benadryl.  Or Imitrex. 

And I’ve been having dreams.  Vivid dreams.  Not those nightmarish chase-me-I’m-trying-to-run-but-I-can’t/I’m-showing-up-places-naked/I’m-getting-attacked dreams…you know all those classic anxiety dreams that sadly were plaguing me all spring (and a good chunk of the winter for that matter).  I mean, I’m a little afraid of jinxing myself by even writing this…(I know what you’re thinking.  “Too late!”)…but I just can’t contain myself. 

I love my sleep.  And getting it is a lot of a victory for me, so this is my version of shouting my good news from a mountaintop.  Though the age-old question when I started this whole thing does come to mind – does anyone even hear me shouting?  Either way….here goes the dream sequence.

My dreams as of late have circled around travelling, packing and being on an airplane or in an airport.  I’ve been to Paris a few times (already established my love for that city)…the Eiffel Tower (To see the Eiffel Tower in your dream symbolizes strength and longevity. You have a solid relationship and strong support system. Alternatively, the dream symbol refers to romance.).  And Paris in the snow.  (Now the snow definition is long so I plucked out this piece - To dream that you are watching the snow fall represents a clean start and a fresh, new perspective. It is indicative of spiritual peace and tranquility.)

Now last night was quite a doozy of mixed dreams.  I was doing my travel bit, but then lots of other things started to come into play. Weird.  Here goes….

I was taking a trip to Japan with a friend of mine.  In real life, the two of us are hopping a train to CT this weekend so that might be where that’s coming from.  So first I’m feverishly packing.  We were only going for a few days (which makes all of no sense), but I kept grabbing stuff from my closet and shoving it in my suitcase.  Flash-forward to my being on the plane where we’re flying first class (only in my dreams, btw) and my friend is late.  Like *late* late.  The plane is taxying down the runway and I’m trying to text her and she magically shows up.  Okay then.  All good.  We order drinks, which take way too long to get there and when my vodka/soda does arrive it’s all watered down because the ice cubes melted and I’m way annoyed with my unhelpful flight attendant and he won’t give me another drink.  That dream sort of fades away at that point…don’t know if we even made it to Japan or if I ever got a new cup o’vodka.  What a cliffhanger!  But more importantly…what’s it all mean?

Packing:

 
To dream that you are packing signifies big changes ahead for you. You are putting past issues to rest or past relationships behind you. Alternatively, it represents the burdens that you carry.

(Not so sure about the “burden” part of this one, though suppose we all have some.  In better news, big ch-ch-ch-changes.  Time may change me.   But I can’t trace time.)

Airplane:

To see an airplane in your dream indicates that you will overcome your obstacles and rise to a new level of prominence and status. You may experience a higher consciousness, newfound freedom and greater awareness. Perhaps you need to gain a better perspective or wider view on something. If the airplane is taking off, then it suggests that an idea or plan is about to "take off" and be put into action. It may also represent your need to get away and escape from your daily life.

(Weeeeeeeeee!  I love that dream that absolutely screams positivity and encourages a little vacation. Have to work on that one!)

Vodka:

Surprisingly enough, vodka does not have an entry in my dream dictionary.  There is a section on alcohol, which is pretty negative and there’s a whole blip about alcoholism so we’ll just skip past this part, lest I give the chick who a decade ago called me a booze bag any cred.  (For the record…not my fault she was uptight and didn’t know how to enjoy herself at a party.  Not like I showed up to jury duty hammered at 9 a.m.  Whatevs.)

And I'm dreaming...

Back in dreamland….Somewhere in my brain, I moved on to another dream. I was out with my friends at a bar or club or something and a whole bunch of us go to the bathroom together….(because that’s apparently what girls stereotypically do in movies, on TV and in my dreams)…and in one of the stalls there’s a dead body.  Now it’s no secret that I’m an avid mystery reader and watcher, so an occasional dead body in my dream doesn’t freak me out so much.  It’s more like in my dreams I get to play out being JB Fletcher or Laura Holt or Bailey Weggins or Rachel Benjamin.  All good things. 

The weird part…..the body didn’t fluster me in my dream either.  It was there.  We saw it.  But then it wasn’t.  That didn’t seem to faze us either.  But the bathroom was still a crime scene.  And I don’t know why my friends I spent so much time in there in this dream.  It was full of couches and almost like a lounge and we just hung out and met people and chatted.  If it had a bar, we would have been all set.  (Ok, Boozy).  Anyway…weird.

Weirder still, is what you get when you look up any dreams related to the bathroom.  I’ll spare you the details that aren’t amusing.

Bathroom: 

To dream that you are in the bathroom, relates to your instinctual urges. You may be experiencing some burdens/feelings and need to "relieve yourself". Alternatively, a bathroom symbolizes purification and self-renewal. You need to cleanse yourself, both emotionally and psychologically.

(I’m going with the self-renewal part of this one.  And in all things humorous this note is at the end of the “Bathroom” interpretations - *Please also see Urination. View Dream Bank: "Restroom Maze", "Sitting On The Toilet", "Filthy Stalls" & "Dogs In The Bathroom".  LOL!  “Dogs in the bathroom”.  Is that a common dream?  And what about cats?  Just because they’re more discrete doesn’t mean they shouldn’t get a dream bank entry.  I mean I don’t even like cats, but fair is fair right?  Billie Jean thought so.)

Body:

To see or find a bloody dead body in your dream refers to a situation or issue that you can no longer avoid. You need to make an important decision and act on it immediately.

(“Bloody”.  There’s a charming visual. Now my dream body wasn’t all blood-like, but I do have a work sitch that’s been bubbling so strongly the lid is about to pop off. I have no doubt this part of the dream refers to that whole deal – do you think I’m reaching? -  but I can’t really talk about it. You know. The whole Sidney Bristow Effect.)

So then I moved on from the dead body and now I’m just hanging out chatting with the bartender about the dead body (How ‘bout the body in the bathroom, huh?  And dog and toilets?  Say what?) and on the barstool next to me is Adam Ant.  In full regalia.  And “Strip” is playing and everyone is all “Hey, Adam”. 

 

Huh? 

No dream dictionary for this one.  And NO FREAKING IDEA WHERE THE HELL THIS ONE CAME FROM.  I mean who dreams about Adam Ant?  In 2012?  I haven’t even been watching any of those VH1 countdown shows or “Where Are They Now”s.  Chalk this one up to just plain weirdness.  Or latent Benadryl finding it’s way into my brain to really screw with me just because it can.

For some reason I’m also showing Adam and the bartender my baseball that has a bunch of signatures from some former Mets that met (how’s that for working in a “meet the Mets” bit without even trying hard).  The baseball exists in real life.  But why I’m choosing to mentally dust it off and show it off is beyond me.

Now there’s nothing specific about bartenders, but I found this:

Bar 

To dream that you are at a public bar signifies your desire to escape from the stresses of your daily life and retreat into a light-hearted environment where pleasure abounds. 

(Booze.  Bag.  Or a girl who just wants to have fun?)

Baseball

The game of baseball has sexual innuendos, where the bat depicts the masculine aspects and the feminine aspects are depicted in the form of the ball or the ballpark.

(Paradise By the Dashboard Light anyone?  We all know the baseball/sex connections so I’m going to refrain from going any further and keep this entry on the cleaner side of “Fifty Shades of Grey” – which, in yet another sidebar, I think I’m the only person I know who hasn’t read that book.  But to me it’s like sushi or bungee jumping or Tom Cruise.  Zero.  Interest.

And there you have it.  More sleeping to dream.  Rocking the deep sleep.  Rocking out with Adam Ant apparently.  There has to be something more to that, so if anyone has any theories, but all means….Bring.  It.  On.  (Which happens to be a Broadway show that is also like sushi to me, and that fact alone probably means it will be raging success.  Though I thought Ghost: The Musical was a crap idea and that ones already announced it closing. Farewell pottery wheel.  I’m unchaining that memory for good.)

And in an effort to get that one out of your head, try this….

Sleep to Dream

So unlike my friend Fiona here, I do sleep to dream. 

I have to say this song is as amazing as it was when it came out, but I’m not as enraged as she is.  I mean, clearly been there, done that, have the frigging t-shirt.  But not these days.  The only hell I’m raising is of the going out and having a story-worthy time.

And when I do call it a night…if I did actually have the power to will myself to sleep every night, I would make damn sure there were lots of happy dreams in what I would make sure was hardcore, dead-to-the-world REM sleep.  And it should go without saying that I would wake up refreshed, energized and not trying to shake off any nightmares from the night before.

But as I’ve mentioned before, I’m not usually that girl.  I’m the girl who goes to sleep with the TV on.  Sometimes the timer to shut off is fully programmed. Sometimes I flat out fall asleep mid-program and wake up anywhere from twenty minutes to two hours later, TV going, glasses on.  It’s pretty shameful.  When I wake up with a book next to me that’s slightly worse.  Though maybe points for reading? 

Maybe not.  

The book I’m reading now has been living on my nightstand for so long there’s literal dust on it.  Not because the book is bad (I’ve finally come to terms with ditching books that I can’t get into, even though it pains me as a writer to pass on another writer’s blood, sweat and tears), but because I’ve actually had a little bit of a turnaround and have kind of been sleeping lately.

I'm a little less Fiona.  And while I've never be Blondie, except perhaps in my dream, I'm going with cool, kick-ass chick with great style and some musical whimsy in this one: 

Now the fact that I'm sleeping and dreaming is one of the easiest ways I can tell that things are turning around.  I’ve been able to clock some actual hours of uninterrupted sleep – last week I had a few nights of seven straight, which is kind of a Guinness World Record for me lately.  And if I do wake up pre-alarm, it’s been either a matter of mere minutes and I’ve been feeling good enough to get up or if it’s hours before the alarm I’ve been able to literally roll on over and fall back asleep and on the weekend, I’ve managed to fall into deep sleeps with naps in the middle (though true confession time…I still have the TV on and flip it on in the middle of the night because if I don’t I hear the dumpsters across the street or the faint sound of something outside or just the deafening silence, all of which have the potential to keep me A-W-A-K-E.

And just went you thought sleep was the Best. Thing. Ever.  (No lie.  It totally is.)  My dreams are actually just that.  Dreams.  Not nightmares.  Not me running for my life.  Not me naked, somewhere I shouldn’t be, like walking down the street or in a meeting.  Not dreams, that, when I look them up have some connotation of anxiety, stress, fear, drowning, hiding out or something else that had to do with being miserable, confused and ready to pull my hair out and cry.  Ah, yes, the good old days.

I won’t torture you with all the sordid details but I will regale you with a just a few things that have popped up over the past week.  As I’ve mentioned before (and as the proper writer I am) I have a notebook next to my bed for those middle of the night inspirations, the insomnia rants and to write down all the dreams (and not-so-dreamy-dreams) that come my way.

So lately it’s been the ocean and birds and beaches, oh my!

Bird 
To see birds in your dream symbolizes your goals, aspirations and hopes. To dream of chirping and/or flying birds represents joy, harmony, ecstasy, balance, and love. It denotes a sunny outlook in life. You are experiencing spiritual freedom and psychological liberation. It is almost as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Ocean 
To see an ocean in your dream represents the state of your emotions and feelings. It is indicative of spiritual refreshment, tranquility and renewal. Alternatively, the dream means that you are feeling empowered and unhindered. You have a positive outlook in life and are not limited by anything. If you are sailing across the ocean, then it signifies newfound freedom and independence. You are showing great courage.

Closet 
To see a closet in your dream symbolizes something in your life that you have kept hidden. It may also signify an unveiling of previously hidden aspects of yourself, as in "coming out of the closet".  It can represent a transitional period or phase in your life.

I also had a dream that I was singing on stage with Lea Michele and Andy Cohen was there, and there’s nothing about that in the dream dictionary, but suspect back-to-back episodes of Glee and a Housewives reunion just might be to blame there.  Not too much of a reach.

But overall….Happy thoughts.  Happy dreams.  And while I never miss an opportunity to turn up some Green Day, not feeling like I’m walking down broken dream boulevard.  Still twist my arm for an excuse to post them, so here goes:  

Even the depressing lyrics leave me happy. Just saying.

But back to the happy dreamy thoughts....I can only hope I haven’t jinxed myself by writing this all down (Knock on wood.  Salt over the shoulder.), but if I have, there’s counting sheep and a new addiction to Solitaire that is the last thing I should be doing before bed and worst case (by which I of course mean best), if my Netflix streaming is cooperating, there’s Dawson’s Creek.  Yup.  That’s right. FINALLY Netflix has figured out that this show demands being on streaming for people like me who are still mourning the death of OTH. 

Things I probably shouldn’t admit?  Probably.  But hey…no worries…my conscience is clear with this confession.  This one won’t be keeping me up at night.   (yeah, yeah, yeah, I know…but cheesy one-liners are inevitable after some Joey & Pacey streaming.)

And there’s always music to lull me sleep.  There’s far too many songs to even begin to choose from with "dreams" in it and I've never been shy of beating a song to death, but this vintagey one totally popped to mind.  God, how I used to LOVE this one.  Happy 90s!

Sleep.  Check.  Good dreams.  Check. Check.  Next stop...The Legacy.  

Riding the Wave

I’ve been having these very vivid dreams lately, which is weird considering I haven’t been sleeping very well these days, unless I pop some Advil PM or Benadryl.  But seeing as how Benadryl turned up in a certain autopsy kind of gives me pause.  Then again I’m not chasing it with coke, so I’m thinking I’ll be okay. (Too soon?  Sorry.) 

With friends like these.....

So back to me…this week my routine has been to wake up around 3ish and then on goes the TV to try to drown out all the noise in my head.  Season 2 of Lipstick Jungle is now streaming on Netflix so that’s been my go to.  This also means that if I have the good fortune to drift back off to sleep, my dreams are dotted with Lindsay Price, cool fashion and Kirby Atwood.  So that’s not so bad.  And it beats the chase dreams or the ones where I seem to constantly be waiting for a train or riding on a train.  That’s a recurring one.  But the proof is in the pudding that things are off with me…even in my dreams.  Kirby is in the show for eye candy…presumably in my dreams for eye candy…yet in my dreams he’s just my friend and not the romantic lead.  Seriously?  I did have the good fortune of seeing him live and in color from about a foot away at Fashion Week a few years back.  Just as handsome in real life.  And of course thinner and shorter than he looks on TV.  Alas, I will crush away and hope my dreams with him turn around.

But moving on…I also managed to have a totally disturbing dream, which is much more indicative of my life these days.  So of course I hit the dream dictionary to figure it all out.  The context of the dream is not all that important – I was at some random party on the beach and there were people from high school mixed with TV characters mixed with people I don’t even know.  I was wandering around on the beach looking for someone and I started heading into the ocean. And then the big waves started coming so I was running in the other direction to escape and they were like these big, dark, muddy waves and they were starting to take me down.

What’s it all mean?

        Waves:

To dream that you are caught in a tidal wave represents an overwhelming emotional issue that demands your attention. (I have to chime in…that interpretation pretty much blows.)  You may have been keeping your feelings and negative emotions bottled up inside for too long. You may be holding back tears that you are afraid to express in your waking life. (Oh, Christ!  It gets worse.) On a positive note, the tidal wave symbolizes the clearing away of old habits.  (And then the glass is half full!)  If you are carried away by the tidal wave, then it means that you are ready to make a brand new start in a new place.

To see muddy, violent waves in your dream indicate a fatal error in an important decision.  (And the glass isn’t just half empty…there’s not a drop left in it.  WTF?)

Ocean: 

To see an ocean in your dream represents the state of your emotions and feelings. It is indicative of spiritual refreshment, tranquility and renewal. Alternatively, the dream means that you are feeling empowered and unhindered. You have a positive outlook in life and are not limited by anything. If the ocean is rough, then the dream represents some emotional turmoil. You are doing your best to handle life's ups and downs.

Emotional turmoil! TURMOIL?  Awesome.  As if Mercury in retrograde isn’t bad enough.  And bee-tee-dubs, I’m blaming good old Mercury for everything craptastic right about now.  And what better way to say it than with a song? 

So according to my dreams, my reality...kind of biting.  At least in my dream I escaped the waves.  Last summer…not so much.

Now in all fairness I have to go back even further to give this some context. Somewhere around the age of five or six we were on a family vacay in Montauk and I pretty much almost got sucked up by wave and into the ocean.  Typical me, clueless to what’s going on around me, I was playing in the sand with my sister. Cue the giant wave, which went over our heads and started to drag us down the beach.  Water and sand everywhere.  Dad grabbing our arms so we didn’t go all the way in.  No doubt this childhood trauma is why I’m not a fan of swimming in the ocean.  Give this girl a pool!

Fast forward to last summer and a fabulous vacation in Portugal.  It was BEYOND hot forcing even me to get in the water, which not for nothing so was damn cold.  Not Jones Beach/Cape Cod cold, but cold considering it was 90something degrees.   Now no matter the temp, I don’t go underwater in the ocean (see above) so had my sunglasses on, and chilled out in the water for a bit…no pun intended.  

The deceptive calm before the crazy.

And then the waves started to come in.  Considering I can barely chew gum and walk without tripping, having to jump when the waves come so I could ride them rather than let them have their way with me was a bit more than I could handle. I know when I’m out of my league, so I decide to head in. 

Now my friends, who I’ll call Frank and Jose Kitty (because those are actually their names) who are very brave ladies, who willing go under water and do things like jump off the rock pier, got quite the kick out of what happened next.  I did my best to walk through the sand, against the water, while keeping an eye on the waves coming up behind me.  You know what’s coming.  I didn’t.

Wave + Me = Knocked-Me-Off-My-Feet-In-a-Truly-Graceless-and-Shameful-Fashion

I got a mouthful of salt water.   A good chunk of sand in my suit.  And I decent dose of embarassment.  Damn you ocean!!!!

When I finally got to my feet Frank and Jose K. were laughing their asses off.  I’m sure it looked hysterical from their vantage point.  I fought the ocean and I lost.  And the cherry on top is I flashed not one, but two boobs to everyone on the beach when I finally found my footing and got out of the water.  It being Europe no one cared.  In fact, I think the fact that my bathing suit bottoms were not a thong is what garnered the strange looks.   Going topless, whether intentional or not, was literally just another day at the beach.  But the silver lining – even though I went completely underwater…didn’t lose the sunglasses.  Total Win!

And then karma worked it’s magic. 

When Frank and Jose K. tried to make their way to shore, I saw the wave coming up behind them, almost in slow motion.  Like I was watching a movie.  And holy crap if that thing did knock them down and drag them sideways.  And just when they thought it was safe to get up – BAM! – another wave came and made sure they went down again.  Talk about getting the last laugh.

Now before you go thinking I’m as big of a bitch as karma is - (well, okay, yes, I can be…but not always) – my friends were totally fine.  And they were pretty much laughing as hard as I was.  Up until that point, probably the funniest thing that happened on that trip and my only regret is I didn’t have my camera to film it.  It’s actually making me laugh right now and I’m guessing when they read this they’ll crack up over it too.  That’s a sign of some great ladies! 

For the record…just reinforces my fear of the ocean.  And while it has nothing to do with why I’m dreaming about the waves of hell, I’m a fan of tying everything together.  So, voila!

And since I’ve wasted so much time watching Lipstick Jungle I have two episodes of Mad Men to see before tomorrow night’s premier.  And about ten other things to do because that’s the way life is.  But for now, I’m going to crack in the new Kate White (FINALLY!).  Happily re-inspired to be writing (Great Mystery here I come!) so hopefully the mental waves won’t keep knocking me down.  And if they do…wait for it…I’ll just pick myself up, knock off the sand, put my boobs back in my shirt and keep moving forward.

And just when I couldn’t get any more cheesy:

 "Somebody told me that this is the place, where everything's better and everything's safe."