For some reason, the sisters remind me (in ways big and small) of my mom and Aunt Connie.
Sister (real name Mary Alice Crane) is bossy, stubborn and quite self assured. She’s happy barking commands to “Mouse” (real name: Patricia Ann), her younger sister.
The bossy, stubborn parts are not at all like my Aunt Connie. But the self-assured part suits my aunt well. She’s always had an air about her that is confident and at home in her own skin. Same with Sister. The best parts of that character remind me of my aunt (whom I love dearly).
Mouse is only a wee bit like my mom so I think it’s more the dynamic of the relationship that reminds me of my aunt and mom. I imagine, though, if mom had been more mobile and not stuck with a blind, legless husband (and me), she might have been more inclined to go on jaunts with my aunt. I can totally see these two ladies in my life getting caught up in all kinds of mayhem (hopefully not murder!).
They’re best friends even if they snark on each other and boss each other around. And that was mom and Aunt Connie. Best friends through thick and thin.
This part surprises me, though!
You know what else feels nice to me? The comfortable relationships the characters share with each other. The kind where they just pop over to each other’s house (Mary Alice often appearing out of thin air in Patricia Ann’s house!).
As you all know (because I tell you eleventy five times every day), I am rather a hermit. I don’t like to entertain, need a buttload of space and quiet and don’t care much about cleaning or things domestic. Yet, there’s some allure to me in the familiarity of these relationships. Each sister has a daughter with whom they are quite close. I like that the sisters and the daughters are like one big group and sounding board for each other.
I think I’d rather like having that in my life.
(Gasp! I cannot believe I even said that! After all, it would require people just showing up at my house and suppose I don’t want them to?)
Anyway, it’s a nice fantasy I can have in my head of that kind of relationship. While I am close with a couple of my girl cousins, I can’t say I have that relationship with them. Maybe if we lived closer to each other but we don’t. :(
I’ll just have to be content to live in the world of Sister and Mouse as voiced through audible books (the narrator Ruth Ann Phimister does a spectacular job in bringing all the characters to life.).
If you like the genre of “cozy mysteries”, you can’t go wrong with these books. Some of my very favorites.
Wanna talk weird compulsions?
There are a few people I have “muted” on FB because they bring the drama like big dogs. Do I unfriend them? Nope! I keep them on there so I can check on the drama when I want. Then I roll my eyes (often back up into my head) at them.
As I was doing that just this very morning, I thought “why are you doing this?” Are you enjoying judging them? And if that’s the case, what is going on with you that you feel the need to judge them? (Because it’s really not about them, dear readers. It’s always about you. (Or, in this case, me.))
I am often thankful that Facebook was not around as I was navigating my 20s because I am sure (SURE, I tell you!) that I would have been those “let me document every single thought I have” kinds of people, writing vague yet snarky statuses for all the world to wonder at. And how someone older, perhaps wiser (perhaps not) would think ”oh child, please stop embarrassing yourself like that” and still resist the urge to write me and tell me the “correct” way to do it.
Ever the Libra, I go back and forth on how I think I know better ways to conduct oneself on Facebook contrasted with the voice that says “shut up! Let them do what the hell they want on their page!”
There’s a judgy side to me that comes out when I rein myself in from trying to fix, save or otherwise take care of people. It’s like if I can’t save them, well, why not just make fun of them? That’s some fucked up shit right there, I’ll tell you.
Upside of all this navel-gazing? I’m conscious of my need to do it and bringing consciousness to these odd compulsions often brings clarity around why they’re done in the first place.
Downside? It’s possible I’m just speaking out my ass and I’ll continue doing this rather than acknowledge how much better I feel when I don’t go peeping on these people (who are, after all, living their lives the best way they can) and judging them.
Maybe I’ll challenge myself to NOT peep their pages and instead do a constructive thing (like, play game 3,984 of Farm Epic) or GASP! write a blog post on PI. Yeah, that might help. Or not. You’ll be the first to know.
Even though I did it in hunks, I did it! Woot!
Day 28: Somewhere you’d like to move or visit
To me, those are different things. I’d like to visit Italy again but move there? Hmm, have to think that one over. So, let’s break it down into a couple parts, shall we?
I’d like to visit: Sedona (Arizona), San Francisco and other California places, Italy (again), Greece, somewhere tropical and a host of other places.
I’d like to move: to a house overlooking the ocean / bay /puddle
Day 29: Five weird things you like
I like a lot of weird things. You want me to narrow it to five? Sheesh!
- When everyone sings along with David Cook to the last part of “Fade Into Me” – the first time I heard it happen, it was one of the most magical things I had experienced. It was like he was singing to us and we were singing back to him and it was such a beautiful blending of energies. I will never forget it. (I know it’s weird but it was lovely. I get chills whenever I listen to the recording of it again.)
- Snuggling with PJ – her body is very solid and feels to me almost like that of a toddler. It makes me feel like I have my own child who will snuggle endlessly and never grow bigger. (Weird, I know.)
- Reheated coffee. I’m not a fan of freshly made coffee (from my coffeemaker, anyway) – I prefer day old reheated coffee.
- That video I linked to in this post - the one of animals saying snarky things in a British accent – that cracks my shit up every single time. (I am so British, you know that!)
- Cutting the matted fur off SophieCat. She’ll be laying on my lap, I’ll be petting her and I happen upon these mats. I get my scissors from the drawer (in a very stealthy manner, I assure you) and Snip! Snip! Snip! All gone.
Day 30: One thing you’re excited for
2014 – I have big plans for my business and can’t wait to really get everything rolling along. Looking forward to more teaching (less readings) and doing it full-time and making decent money at it. I’m officially in year 4 and happy to have things in place and a knowing of where I’m headed.
Taking a quick break from the lists and questions of the month to just ramble because if you can’t do that on your own blog, where the hell can you? (Not Facebook! Jeebus! I see enough of that every day – get a blog, you people!)
1) There is NEVER, EVER an apostrophe in the word ‘photos’ – EVER. I saw this grievous faux pas on someone’s site and it almost made me want to break down and cry. I wish I were kidding, but I am not. (And it wasn’t a typo – it was on there repeatedly causing me several bouts of hyperventilation until I closed the browser window and put my head between my knees.) Apoplexy, thy name is Lisa.
2) Here’s what I want to know – why am I the one up early with the dogs while Duty gets to sleep in an extra 2+ hours? I am awakened -without fail- every single day at 6am. The dogs go out, get treats when they come back in and go to sleep on the sofa. Me? Wide awake, drinking coffee cup number 3,947. (I whine but I love. My doggies make me happy. Snuggles with PJ are the best. (Is that pathetic? I hope not.))
3) I’m really not a traditional chick (ha! Like anyone would ever think that!) – I don’t care about Macy’s parades, Balls dropping on New Year, or anything terribly traditional. I do, however, take my Christmas Eve with the family (and the preliminary cookie baking) seriously. As you might remember from last year when it got hella jacked up, I had a huge sad about missing it. I suspect it’s for the kids most people do these things and I’m glad my mom did them for me when I was little. No kids = do what the hell you wanna even if that means doing the same exact thing on Thanksgiving that you do all year ’round (i.e.: sit your ass on the couch and surf the internets)
Okay, I think that’s about it (for now).
Back to the lists tomorrow!
It’s not so much worrying as it is a wee gnawing that I need to pull my shit together around the stuff I need to get done for Practically Intuitive.
I have 800 things hanging out there to do (business plans, proposals, questionnaires, etc) and am using the excuse that I don’t have a proper desk to sit at as the reason it’s not getting done.
(See how self aware I am? ::pats self on back::)
This is what’s knowing in the coaching world as a “toleration” – I want something better but am choosing not to move on it and hanging out in the middle, getting nothing done.
I have to figure this out. And fast. I cannot continue to run PI International (hah!) from my couch.
Day 26: Things you like and things you dislike about yourself
I’ll do three of each so we’re all nice and balanced!
Things I like about myself:
- Despite my whining, I really am a “love and light” kind of chick. I want everyone to do well, see their own potential and move toward it. And if I can help in any way in that process, well, that’s just a bonus.
- I have no fear – none – in getting down into the deep well of sadness with someone and holding their hand. (Anger? uh, no. Not surprisingly, eeeek!) That’s why I am such a good coach / counselor/ whatever-the-hell-I-do. I have no fear in deep emo waters (my own or someone else’s).
- I am truly easily amused. Go back and look at the things I listed that make me laugh. Seriously, the word “fuckwit” makes me giggle every time. See? Easily amused.
Things I dislike about myself:
- My motivation comes in fits and spurts (mostly fits) and I don’t often feel a strong pull to do things. Many days I feel MEH about a lot of stuff.
- Speaking of fits and spurts, howz about that better eating plan? Yeah, not so much with the discipline.
- There’s a weird thing that happens to me (seemingly out of my control but not really) where something will sort of snap and I’ll just stop liking you. It’s happened with a few friends in the past – one day I just didn’t like hanging with them any more. In my early 20s, I was friends with a guy named John. Like ‘we did everything together” best friends. He decided at some point he needed to stop drinking (an admirable decision) and I decided he was making a mountain out of a molehill (WTF? What business was it of mine?) – and POOF! I stopped liking him in that moment. Mind you, he was my best friend! I look back on that now and wonder why I did that but it was like we were besties one day and then not the next. It doesn’t happen like that now but I always wonder if that will pop up again. Weird.
A quote you try to live by
“Be the change, baby!” to paraphrase Gandhi. I try to carry a high vibration and see the best in people (when I take my vitamin D3 and get the snarlies out of my head). That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
And to my dear three readers, I wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with homemade stuffing, lumpy mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie (if that’s your wish). Duty and I will be home chilling with the kids like we did last year. And I’m fine with that.
Day 23: Something that you miss
I miss the days at an old job where I chatted away on Yahoo Instant Messenger with online friends. I looked forward to going to work to check in and often goof off with my pals.
Hell, I could keep up a conversation, take client calls and dance circles around my co-workers any day. I’d torture idiots who would IM me out of the blue, trade snarky comments with gal pals and have deep, soulful conversations with others.
Yeah, those were the days, my friend.
Day 24: Five words or phrases that make you laugh
1) “Ain’t nobody got time for dat!” Thank you, Sweet Brown. (See what I’m blathering about here.)
2) “Allan! Allan! Allan!” (Blathering = here)
3) I like the word “fuckwit” – I like how it sounds and understand the meaning immediately.
4) “Pears can fuck off” – Eddie Izzard (of course, I want to show you why I laugh at it so here you go! Eddie Izzard/Supermarket and Veggies)
5) Purple Nurple – one of my friends used to mention these – must be a midwest thang since we don’t have such a thing here on the elite east coast. hehe Just the sound of the words make me laugh. (If you don’t know what it is, it’s nipple twisties, I think. OUCH!)
I am appalled at the phrasing of these questions and have to resist the urge to correct them. Some people are OCD about towels in a drawer (waves to my pal Kimberly) and some (moi) are OCD about basic sentence structure. If you don’t know how to write, don’t try it. (I know. That is one pissy statement, wasn’t it? It’s yet another peep inside this girl’s head.)
Day 21: How you hope your future will be like
(Dear Jesus with the sentence structure!) Pretty much like what everyone hopes for their future: good health, money to live comfortably (however I define that), sharp mind, joyful work to do and people who love me and whom I love to hang out with me. Oh, and more Cookie tours, a house by the ocean and Duty and my doggies around for a long time.
Day 22: Your Academics
Academics? Yes, I haz dem. What do you want to know about them? (Again with the sentence structure!) I did really well in all the things I loved: English and Psychology. The rest of it? Bleah. I was not a stellar student if I didn’t like the subject. (Chemistry? Limped my ass through that class. And I’m probably one of the very few who has never taken Calculus. Math for dopes suited me fine.)