What I'm Doing For Spring Break

A couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call from Ashley, my youngest daughter. She was in a shop called "Vintage", and she wanted to know, if I had a choice, which one of these would I pick?

I told her I appreciated the thought, but I have a thing about drinking anything out of someone's head.

 




So she bought me this poster instead:

 Last summer, Ashley was in San Diego,California. She went there with some friends to pick up a vehicle. I jokingly told her that she should go up to LA, find James Dean's star, and take a picture of it for me. She said they weren't going to be anywhere near LA, and even if they did go, that would be the last thing she'd be thinking of doing. I didn't figure she would, but I had to ask. I had almost completely forgotten about it until one night in early July, she called me.
                  A: Hi, mom. We're on Hollywood Boulevard. We've been looking for James Dean's star but we can't find it. Where is it?
                ME (after I had stopped hyperventilating): It's not on Hollywood Boulevard. It's on Vine Street. 1719 Vine Street.
                 A: Wow. You know the exact address? (Pause) Wait...I forgot this is you. Well, we'll find it and then I'll email you a picture.
              ME: Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the best kid ever!

I spent the next half hour dancing around the house until she called to tell me to check my email. This is what I got:

She's the only one of my four daughters who has ever gotten me anything that had to do with James Dean. I'm going to visit her during Spring Break, and she told me that she would spend some time before I came
 looking for more places with James Dean memorabilia so we could go shopping. What a kid, huh?

Friday Felines

 Because I've got nothing better to do with my time...

There's a Point to This...I Just Wish I Knew What It Was

I can't sleep again. It's not that I'm not tired; I am. I just have way too much on my mind right now, and when my brain goes into overdrive I'm pretty much powerless to stop it. I'm still trying to write that stupid essay for my Written Communications class. I'm supposed to read a description of my temperament (Idealist) and "describe and analyze how the results mirror my perceptions of myself". I can't explain the way I am. I just am. 

How do I explain why I can't stand conflict of any kind, or why I'd rather sit in a darkened room watching James Dean movies, or that I have imaginary conversations with people who aren't there? I am not crazy, but I just might come off that way to someone who doesn't know me all that well. Especially someone like my instructor who, because this is an online class, I probably will never come face to face with. I don't relish the idea of people who don't know me making judgments based on what they hear without actually knowing me. 

But, thinking about it that way, maybe it's just his way of trying to get to know me by the way I explain myself to him. This is not psychology, though. It's writing. I have not always shown a lot of my true nature to people because the less they know about what it takes to hurt me, the better. There aren't too many people I trust with my secrets, and even the ones that know them don't know all of them. 


I'll write the essay and hope that it's satisfactory to what the instructor is looking for, both in form and content. After all, one of the traits of an Idealist is the need to please.

Marcel the Shell With Shoes On

This video showed up yesterday on my Tumblr dashboard, and I absolutely fell in love with it!

This takes all the fun out of it

I'm trying to figure out how to approach writing an essay based on the results of a temperament test that we had to take in my Written Communications class. Also trying to figure out what temperament has to do with writing.

Well, of all the....

I can't believe that I am having to start this all over again! A couple weeks ago, I started using Google Talk because for some reason (which I've never figured out and apparently is still a problem) Yahoo Messenger wouldn't show my typed message after I pressed send/enter. Anyway, Google Talk wasn't much better in the functionality department, so I started using Windows Live Messenger--but not before I was goaded by Google into changing my user name and account info. Had I just left well enough alone, everything would have been fine. But I had recently decided to have the same user name and password for all of my online accounts (with some subtle differences). So, goaded or not, I changed things--and  (unbeknownst to me at the time) I lost my original Blogger blog (Breath of Insanity--same as this one), and my You Tube account.

I had to remake a whole new You Tube account. Thank God I saved the videos that I uploaded to it! I ended up not being able to use 10 of the original posted videos, but that's okay. The ones that matter didn't get lost. I thought about just letting the blog go, but then I thought, "Why should I? I'll make time to write in it again." Besides, I met some pretty awesome people because of it.

So here I am, starting over. Sometimes I think my life would be much simpler if I could just learn to leave well enough alone, but I am old and set in my ways and I don't foresee that happening anytime soon. For someone who doesn't take very kindly to any sort of change, I've certainly been doing a lot of it lately.