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Dandy-Fuckheads

The title of this entry is brought to you by a conversation with Sean. I didn't know if dandylions grew in England, or even if they were called the same thing... so I assumed (yes, I make an ass of my self often) and explained to him that the little yellow flowers were dandylions. He snickered and said that he knew what they were and I defended myself with, I didn't know, for all I knew you could call them dandyfuckheads. He says he will call them dandyfuckheads henceforth.

I apologize for the delay in entries, however I've been having to readjust on a few levels.

First:
Vacation was much needed, I was overworked, stressed, exhausted physically and near emotionally because things felt like they were clouding over again and I've fought so hard to get to this spot. I let work have too high a priority in my life, and I allowed it to affect too many other areas of my life. I feel like my weeks vacation (especially since it was spent with great friends) was akin to hitting the 'Hawkie reset button'. I feel much better.

Second:
I have a new work/ work out schedule that I'm attempting to adapt. Developing a new 'good' habit, as it were. Basically, it can be defined as, "Get up, eat a good breakfast and go straight to the gym." I find that it helps set the whole tone of the day. With all my other responsibilities, that's been very time consuming. Whoever coined the phrase, "It takes 21 days to make a good habit" Should be fucking shot. Because it takes much more than that. To make a signifigant change in your life, it takes much much much much much longer. It took me six months to accept that I was vegan as a lifestyle instead of a restriction, and even still sometimes, I teeter upon going lacto-ovo.... only sometimes, when I want pizza, or doughnuts (insert Homer homage to doughnuts). But you can't argue with concrete results.

Third:
Having to get the things done around the house and just general lifestyle adjustments. Summer is coming, and I have some things that I want to get done.

Now we can move on.

Sleep. Blessed sleep. This is the part where I'd like to shoot myself for not remembering that I like to sleep with a fan. Somewheres down the line, I guess I thought that John needed the fan to sleep with. That the fan was his thing. But as it turns out, the fan has become my thing, and bless.. oh bless... I can sleep again... I almost get teary eyed.

Last week feels like a blur. But it was absolutely wonderful to be among my friends and share such a special time with Kim and Christian. Whenever Michiganders get together, there is usually a gift giving by one or two, or all of us... not anything big neccessarily, as it could be just something that made us think of each other. I gave the girls crocheted ponchos, I even made Katie a poncho. I began working on a scarf for Sean, and I have finally finished it. Hope it's long enough. :P

I forgot my Clematis.... Or actually, Kim's clematis that she didn't want anymore... damnable. Oh, I really wanted that thing. I also forgot my bottle of Stevia. I was very panicked at first, but it's worked out for the better. I have started drinking water again. (imagine that water tastes good... hmmm.)

I tried to move in to Kim and Christian's basement and take over their kitchen. My attempts were thwarted by having to go home. I think they would have let me stay if I really could have. I even had a brief deal worked out with Susie that I could stay with her and John until I pissed them off good enough and they sent me back to Kim and Christian.. vice versa.... It sounded good.... But alas, home, work... money.... damn the man.

I did make Cinnamon rolls, but didn't get to make much else. There was a lot to do with a shower and a wedding, and all of a sudden what seems like all the time in the world, has passed.

Mike came up on Saturday to meet everyone. It was wonderful to be able to share this with him. I told him (countless times) about my friends and how important they are, and the things that we have all gone through. Though he has yet to meet Calima, Pat, and Pris, it was nice that he got to meet those who started the whole thing.

As a group, we stand out. I don't contemplate 'why' anymore, I just accept it.
We were sitting down eating (and eating and eating, good grief, there was much foodage) and we happened upon Christian's writers group. They have a wicked sense of humor and we just batted back and forth and really enjoyed talking to them. It seems as though no matter who we talked to, they were all suprised to hear about how we met, and what we did.

The downstairs room was transformed into 'the nest'. I had the idea to get all of us in the room on the room sized bed on film (filthy perverts) acting like baby birdies in a nest, but somewhere that idea was lost.

The band that played "Bloom" was great. They even played a U2 song. (One) to which Mike happened to be on his way back from the store.... and walk into the living room and catch me dancing with Sean and singing to him, and telling him he didn't love me for my singing abilities... Or dancing for that matter. I'm not so great at slow dancing, the whole following thing... unless I have a strong leading partner.... wearing a stormtrooper outfit. oh wait, what was I saying?...

*sigh* the memories.

anyhow, I handed over pictures to Susie from her wedding, and they are on disk, soooooo I expect to see them online pretty soon *cough*

Okie, I think that's plenty for now, I must attend to my room before the roomates get home. I've not spent any time with them for a while, so I best make myself sociable.

Stay tuned for pictures from the Klaver's wedding. No, they aren't developed yet, but I'll be taking them either today or tomorrow...

If you read all of the above, and you still want more....
repeat after me, "I am a vinehumper."

xx

Posted by hawkie at May 12, 2005 03:44 PM