Safe!

I had to jump into the lake today to save my landlord's one year old who fell in.  I seriously don't even have enough energy to tell the story, because the adrenaline rush and subsequent draining has left me totally exhausted.

She's totally fine, by the way.

Am I un-doing the fact that I saved the life of a one-year-old by complaining about my foot, though?  I landed on some sort of rock or something when I jumped in, and it's killing me.  

What a weird freaking afternoon.

Ink.

"I am far from being a pessimist. On the contrary...in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life. I wouldn't go out and miss the rest of the play for anything." - Eugene O'Neill.

Milestones

It's a little odd keeping a blog about your blah blah blah personal life, it's a little bit of an ego exercise, and it's still a good way to do a life check, whether or not I want it to be.  

And now it's October 7th (holy crap!) and I wonder what the hell I've been doing with myself.

Actually that's not true.  I produced a massive global event at the end of September, and it took up a major portion of my life in the weeks leading up.  It went very, very well.  I was reminded that I am very good at my job.

These are some shots of the big Sports Night party I threw (before it got started, lest you comment on the lack of people in the second shot.)

And I had a misunderstanding with a friend, which sucked so bad I couldn't even sleep, but I had a moment when we worked it out about how good it felt to be a grown up and deal with someone who was also a grownup and golly gee it's nice to be an adult sometimes.

Which takes me to the next thing...I had a birthday. And frankly, I had a damn good time.




Part of it was rowdy and bawdy and ridiculous and involved phrases like "Vitamin B12" and "Coconut Water" and "Vodka Shot." And I got very dressed up and had very lofty conversations and ate ridiculous things in a very fun neighborhood. And the other part was very family, and nice, and I got to have a ladies' lunch with my mom and have viable conversation regarding why 3 gray skirts are very, very different from each other.

And the other part of it, the actual day, was...well, it was very quiet, and very personal, and that was partially because I didn't really have anyone that could hang out on the actual day, and I didn't really want to ask anyone to hang out on "the day" because I didn't want to put anyone out, and partially because I hadn't had a day off in eons and just needed some Peace.  I ended up having a great, quiet Tuesday. I slept late. I got a pedicure. I read a magazine cover to cover. I went to an amazing yoga and meditation class.

And at some point I remembered what happened to me exactly a year ago, what I came home to, how I felt homeless and alone and basically pretty low. And I realized that no matter how story book it sounds, I finally had a little perspective on everything, and at a certain point I had actually learned the difference between someone making you feel cruddy and allowing someone to make you feel cruddy. And I fell asleep wiser and happier (and let's face it, still fairly hungover from about 2 days before, because Lord knows it sure as Hell wasn't my 21st birthday, and I don't bounce as high as I used to.)

In other news, Amanda and I are both having Blog Identity Crises and are considering a mutual blog. And under the guise of we reserve the right to a) steal your idea, b) not even go through with it, and/or c) butcher your idea until it's in a form that we like and you don't even recognize, we're taking suggestions as to what it should be called. So let us know.

And I don't want to talk about the Cubs. Not until next year, anyway, when my hopeful, moronic optimism returns. ugh.

Drunken musings are good sometimes.

I never thought I would quote Pamela Anderson, much less a drunk Pamela Anderson, much less quote her and publish it.

But I need something to make me giggle after a week of being nauseous about the election.

On today, 9/11, which will always be different no matter how hard we try to push it back into the fabric of "regular life," I offer you two things.

One is this. I can't say I think much about Matt Damon one way or another, but if someone is using their celebrity and influences even one person, it works. It's not enough that the bunch of people that read this agree with me. Start talking. Keep talking. Volunteer in your community. I just aligned with my town Democratic voting group, took election day off, and am volunteering at my polling place. Politics are NOT private, they are everyone's business, and you have to speak up.



The second is this, which I really encourage you to watch. All of it. It's important.

She stinks. She just stinks.

It's cold in Alaska. Read that column - it's brilliant.

My favorite quote: “As an actual feminist, I have the great good joy of getting to determine what is and isn’t sexist. Sexist: Asking whether Sarah Palin shouldn’t be staying home with her baby and her other children. Not sexist: Pointing out that Sarah Palin is an utter twit.”

Though, this is pretty awesome too:

Where the Hell is Matt?

I might be behind the 8 ball or whatever the metaphor is, but I've been told I'm a little behind the curve here.

Apparently this guy created a viral video years ago, it was discovered by a start up chewing gum company, and they gave him money to do it again - only better. Then he did it again. The below is the second one, but if you want to see all of his "work," go to his website - www.wherethehellismatt.com.

This is a dream come true. I'm so jealous he's seen this much of the world. How much fun did this guy have??

Enjoy this. It's good, clean, fun. (Note: the video is slightly choppy in the beginning, but it improves quickly. High res versions are available on his website as well if you become as enamoured with all of this as I have.)


Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.