Pillow Book

It's time for another quote from my good friend MK. When ever I complain to her about something stupid a man has done or something a stupid-man has done, she always offers this gem of compassion. "There should have been a third sex. For those of us who don't like the opposite sex, but aren't attracted to the same sex either." I do so love men. But on days like yesterday I tend to give the 'third sex' idea more than a passing thought. Picture it, I'm sitting at home minding my own damn business, when I get a call from my friend NHP. I have known this man for over 10 years and if there was ever a chance for us to be an item it has long since passed. He only called because he was bored and wanted to tell me about the great deal he got on buying a new easel. And blah, blah, blah he didn't know what he was going to do for food until payday. I simply made a comment about how I could never do that since I have a kid and BAM! Suddenly I became pseudo wife in the middle of a marital spat about money. He started trying to justify why he did it. Like I give a damn what he does with his paycheck. I come back with 'Look man I'm not judging you. If anything, I'm jealous.' Then he goes into a tirade about how I don't have it so bad and all I need is a man and my life will be complete. Excuse Me? Perdone? Sumimasen? Excuse Moi? Gestatten Sie??? ALL I NEED IS A MAN AND MY LIFE WILL BE COMPLETE. Ordinarily, I would chalk it up to a tiny idea somewhere in the back of his mind that he could be the man to complete me. But he has made it quite clear to Tori and I in the past that he isn't interested in being in a committed relationship. The subject used to come up when we would try to set him up with someone. So eventually we stopped trying to set him up. So I have no idea where this came from. I asked him exactly that when we were talking yesterday. "Where is this coming from?" His only reply "All I'm saying is, you don't have it so bad." I still don't get it. I didn't call him up and start bitching about how bad my life sucks. It was almost as if he was lonely so he called to pick a fight with me so he would feel like someone cared. I do care about him as a friend but I'll be damned if I'm going to give someone the benefits of having a girlfriend without actually having to call me his. A third sex indeed. Of course this came from a woman who has been happily married for 30+ years. Which gives me hope. Hope that I will one day find a man that I can tolerate -I mean love. A man that I can love.

Posted by Irish Geisha at 09:09 PM | Permalink

The day before yesterday I had turkey just like most of everyone else. No stories this year of crazy paranoid granny or uncles loosing false teeth at the table. Just good food and family, and a shot of vodka to wash them both away. I never shop on the Friday after, just watched some movies on cable. Gone With the Wind, Meet Me in St. Louis, School of Rock, and Chasing Amy. In that order. I love Jason Lee. I'm going to marry him when I grow up. Actually my obsession with him has grown to a frightening level and I should think it best if we never meet at all. Today I took angelbaby to the Galleria for a ride on the carousel and to make a list for Santa. I hate crowds, I am going to do my best to order any and all gifts I buy from the internets. The rest of my time was spent sleeping and playing the Winnie the Pooh edition of Candy Land. Why is it that I will go to great lengths to make sure angelbaby is the winner of the game but if I catch her cheating to win, I'm on that transgression like a duck on a June bug? Does that make me a hypocrite?

Posted by Irish Geisha at 08:00 PM | Permalink

Generally speaking, I don't give a rat's fuzzy ass about politics. BUT, recently I came across this website courtesy of Super Action Kevin. (see Nov. 9) I did not find it humorous in the least. Every election since I turned 18, rain or shine, I have carted my happy ass down to the polls and voted a straight democratic ticket. Does it feel like my vote doesn't matter? Yes! Do I vote anyway? Yes! Because I can. Now some bitter bloody yank, who has probably never even been to the south, is going to talk shit because W won !?! Way to fucking rally. If he's so smart, why doesn't he carpetbag his ass down here and tell it on the mountain? Because frankly, regurgitating inferred statistics in between offensive explicatives isn't doing anything to forward the cause. Furthermore it just plain pissed me off! Game Over- we lost. Resistance is futile. Better luck next time. And all that jazz. I guess mostly it just angers me to hear people dawg the south for any reason. As much as I have thought about it and as mad as I am, I did not bother to email the schmuck who published the site. I'm sure my effort would have been fruitless. After all, I am a southern democrat. Suffice to say- a lesson in futility is not something I've gone without.

Posted by Irish Geisha at 10:48 PM | Permalink

Holy crap I need a job! Not that I don't like my job. I would even go so far as to say I love my job. But I make about 1/3 of my last salary as a sales associate (call center hell.) And about 1/2 the salary of someone who is floating just at poverty level. Thanks W! I currently frame art. And while I have had my grubby paws on works worth thousands, most of it is the mundane tripe you see on the wall at the doctors office. I still like the whole being surrounded by art thing. And I like that everyone I work with is an artist. "Nay" you say. You should be doing 3D computer animation, since you still owe 20,000+ in student loans. Gee, why didn't I think of that? Like my diploma from jiffy tech is worth the paper it's printed on. So anyway it's not like I'm not searching. Just last week I got 2 rejection emails for jobs I applied for back in September. Hope they're not as lax in their payroll schedule. The Weekend. Did nothing! Thank God for nothing! I love it. OK, I did get new shoes. But that's it. And I went to the open house at Pepper Place Friday night to see what pomp and grander rich people buy to decorate their houses. ( Don't believe the hype, it was all crap.) But that's really it. I hope to have a picture of myself posted soon. For those of you who don't know me, keep your disenchantment to yourself. First I have to figure out how to get the damn pictures off my camera. I think I need to reload a driver or two. A big pain in the ass mainly because my machine is not currently connected to the net. Blah, blah, blah, don't have the original software because I bought the camera at a pawn shop. Just know that soon you will get to see me in the contacts I wore on Halloween to make my brown eyes white.

Posted by Irish Geisha at 09:06 PM | Permalink

Last night I went to a wine and sushi tasting with my dad. It was held at Konomi in Trussville. I hate wine but I like sushi and dad was buying. So... I had never been to a wine tasting before. Except for what I have seen on TV, I didn't know what to expect. We started off with cheese and crackers, strawberries, grapes and water. Then came the first glass of wine. There was no sniffing or spitting involved just a full glass of Anapamu Riesling. *It tasted like ass. Then came the sushi. Sort of a sampler plate, about 12 pieces. Bagel roll, spicy shrimp roll, tuna roll, eel, and several kinds of fish on top of rice. (Nigiri) With the food came wine #2. 2003 Unoaked Marborough Chardonnay. This is the only wine I have ever tasted that I actually liked. It almost tasted like white grape juice. Then there was a 2000 Raymond Reserve Merlot and on to the reds. Ah the reds. Folie a Deux Menage a Trois *please see the previous ass comment. And lastly, DaVinci Chianti Tuscany D.O.C.G. The letters are apparently some sort of "elite classification." Personally I think they stand for Does Often Cause Gagging. We finished off with a shot of sake, and dove chocolates. The sushi was good, the people at our table proved to be good company, the more they drank that is. Since I seem to have inherited the alcoholic gene, I think I won't waste anymore time acquiring a taste for wine. I'll just stick to sushi and sweet tea.

Posted by Irish Geisha at 10:54 PM | Permalink

Well last night I brought home the last of my possessions from the drummer's house.(most recent ex) I gave him a check for some money I was holding ransom to insure the safety of my things until I could retrieve them. Then I gave him my set of keys and "Have a nice life." I thought that was it. Then he calls me at 7:45 on my way to work this morning to tell me I forgot some mail. -So much for having the last word. Top 5 things I will miss: 1. Conversations about nothing and everything. 2. The smell of Nag Champa oil on his skin. 3. He understood and accepted my eccentricity. 4. Being surrounded by music and musicians. 5. Knowing I was truly loved. Top 5 thing I will not miss: 1. Arguing about nothing and everything. 2. His constant need to be intoxicated. 3. His step-momma drama. 4. A house full of musicians over every night to 'jam'. 5. Being last on his list of priorities. Oh and this didn't make the list but I feel very strongly about cuddle sleeping. I'm against it. I love, love, love to cuddle. But when it's time to go to sleep- Get Off Me! I wish I had more to offer tonight but my mind is scattered, my body is tired, and my heart has yet to mend.

Posted by Irish Geisha at 10:02 PM | Permalink

So I just finished reading a book called A Confederacy of Dunces. It has only taken me about six months. I wish I could say I liked the book but I still haven't decided. It won the Pulitzer Prize but the author committed suicide before it was even published. So that should give you some perspective about the content. The main character is Ignatius J. Reilly. Possibly the biggest cluster fuck Louisiana has ever seen. Aside from being a complete bum that totally sponges off his mom, he has a Masters in medieval history. Or something like that, he's constantly chattering on about Fortuna's spin and Boethius. Anyway- complete idiot savant, so for the first couple of chapters I had to keep a dictionary next to me while I was reading. (well, I do have a limited vocabulary, sue me) It's kind of written in the Pulp Fiction/Lock Stock & 2 Smoking Barrels style. For the most part you meet everybody separately before you find out how the hell they fit in the big picture. So you don't find out until the last chapter that everything works out in ultimate irony. I guess that would have been more impressive if I actually read the book back in the 70's. I was just too busy being a toddler. I wasn't lying when I said I had no problem putting a book down after reading half of it. I can't explain why I kept reading this time. It just always seemed like it was about to get good. And then I was finished. This feeling was partly fueled by several people who knew about the book and said it was supposed to be hilarious or they compared the main character to Jesus. (yea some of it was painfully funny but JESUS? Please!) I thought surely if the book was still this popular that it must be good. I'll just say, that I do not have the feeling I get when I read a book I really liked. But I do love a happy ending. And I have to admit that this book had one hell of a happy ending.

Posted by Irish Geisha at 09:24 PM | Permalink

Ok so yea, the Plaza. We (tori and I) realized that by not going to the plaza- that would take care of the not wanting to go to the plaza. In fact we didn't do much of anything. Well, we did stop by the Grill to have Puddin Pie serve us a beer. But we left just as the police showed up to get some guy that got thrown out of the bar on his face old school style. Then we went by NHP's for a short visit and after, I nearly fell asleep driving home at around 11:30ish. Maybe it was 12. The rest of my weekend was spent repairing a stained glass window. Which I am especially proud to say was my first paying job, doing stained glass, since I learned the craft 7 years ago. Woo Hoo! Party!

Posted by Irish Geisha at 09:38 PM | Permalink

Well lately all I have been up to is the drinking part, but I still feel like common people. Tori was right! All Hallows Eve was a bomb, as opposed to da bomb. I mean, there were some good moments. I can't recall them just now. I remember, avoiding the creeps on someone's back porch. Then, being the creeps on another person's back porch half-way across town. Then there was walking through crowds of people in hopes of finding an empty restroom. Saving Tori from creepy old guy at the bar. And finally spending the end of my evening chatting with the doorman of the Plaza. I like getting out of the house to blow off steam every once in a while. I think anyone who has at least one child should take time to let go of rational thought even if it is only for a few hours every other weekend. Because taking care of yourself is one thing but maintaining an entire other person can be taxing. But I am so sick of the Plaza I could scream. I feel like I'm too old for that shit. But I'm too young to just be content to never leave the house. Yea, I'll probably be posting this time next week about my Saturday Plaza Escapade.¯¯¯¯Because there's nothing else to do!¯¯¯¯

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