Dancing Naked…in fuzzy red slippers is about all of us as members of this beautiful exclusive club called, “being human.” The various dances of life are explored, from dealing with our insane family members (you know who you are … Johnny … and Pixie) to our weird friends (everyone in my “special friends” address book). There are delectable tales of sweet love and tasty samplings of love-revenge (ex-husband). Juicy subjects are brought to light and our charming human foibles are tossed in the air for us to play with. Some of the stories are about me. Many are about you.
I think we are a fascinating and amusing bunch and for the most part, pretty damn cute, even with our stumbling, bumbling ways. Like the times we find ourselves running at lightening speed, chasing a noble and majestic dream and just as we are about to reach it, we trip, falling face-first into a virtual cream pie. We get up brush ourself off and carry on — often with pie still stuck to our face. Our resilience is amazing and I find our willing hearts and courageous spirits nothing short of magnificent.
As we travel on this grand and wild adventure, this dance of the human experience that brings us awkward missteps as well as graceful flowing movements, I am grateful for all of you on this journey, my beautiful traveling companions. You fill me with wonder.
Keep dancing…and keep your kicks high!
February 3, 2011
Someone just informed me that I’m not the center of the universe. Crap.
(Maybe I can be the off-center of the universe.)
January 11, 2010
1/11/10 Always Late
I am typically late. I don’t mean to be. I just am. If someone’s waiting for me they think I’m inconsiderate. I don’t mean to be rude, I’m just not good at judging time and how long it takes to do something like feed the dogs, put on makeup, get dressed, drive somewhere and be at that somewhere at a certain exact time. To be fair, however, I have considered the fact that if, indeed, I’m simply not good at judging time, then I would be early as frequently as I am late. I’m never early. So much for that theory, which if true, would make me look like a less-bad person. Ah, well.
It does seem that invariably as I feed the dogs one of them will throw up and I have to stop and clean it up. Or, my makeup will spill or my eyebrow pencil will break and I’ll try to sharpen it with a dull sharpener which makes it continue to break and then it’s down to the nub and I have to find something else to act as an eyebrow pencil, like a Dixon #2 actual pencil. You know, that sort of thing. Then, of course, there’s traffic. Actually, I hardly ever get to use that as a legitimate excuse as I’m not usually going anywhere at the same time everyone else is. They’re on time. I’m not.
As I am consistently 10 minutes late everywhere, one would think that I could just start the “getting-somewhere-on-time” process 10 minutes earlier. As much sense as this makes, it has frankly, just never worked, because I feel like I have extra time…and I spend it. And I’m still 10 minutes late.
And so it appears, that I am rude and there’s no real reason for me to be constantly late. The only meager attempt I can make in my defense is that I hardly ever cancel anything. I have friends who are never late, WHEN THEY DON’T CANCEL, because they cancel frequently. If I have something planned and don’t do it, it feels like something has been taken away from me. That includes the dentist as well as dinner with a friend. Someone told me once that I’d be pissed, if I was scheduled to be executed and it was cancelled at the last minute. Extreme, but sadly I fear, true.
We all have snags in our personalities and mine happens to be lateness. I apologize in advance to everyone out there that I may have to meet somewhere at a specific time … because without question, I’ll be late. Please forgive me, I’ll be extra good in other areas, I promise.