Day 1: Joe and Lucienne Simon. The new year got off to a great start at Joe's birthday party at his and Lucienne's home. This is how I hope to spend the rest of the year - in the company of amazing, creative, talented, funny people. I consider Lucienne my mentor - she's exactly what I want to be when I grow up (IF if I ever grow up, that is).
Day 2: Baby It's Cold Outside. Chihuahua is toasty in her new sweatshirt she got for Christmas, and I am wearing my ridiculous-long scarf in the house, as well as my favorite socks (can you tell we like polka dots around here?)
Day 3: I don't think it's all gonna fit (packing for my trip to Birmingham)
Day 4: Pedicure = Ready to go to Birmingham. I took dance lessons for about 15 years and never got a pedicure during that time. I didn't even paint my toenails on a regular basis; my toenails and feet were always black and blue, so what was the point? When I quit dancing, I began taking fanatical care of my feet. Unfortunately, I now have screwed-up toe joints from too many years of wearing my "bitch-clickers" (i.e., super-high-heeled shoes). Can't a girl get a break?!
Day 5: Girlfriends
Day 6: Mere gets a "Kelicure"
Day 7: I miss it sometimes
Day 8: Broken
Day 9: High School Home
Day 12: There's No Place Like Home. My apartment is in the 'hood, to be sure, but it's really pretty awesome. Sometimes I think it's a shame that I live in such a cool place all by myself.
Day 13: Allergic
Day 14: Sublimification Continues. I finally hung my La Boheme poster (an early Christmas gift from Mom) and rehung the photos into something vaguely resembling "order."
Day 15: Heat's Out. Therefore, Chihuahua is making use of her favorite household appliance: The Heating Pad
Day 16: Strong (Please to ignore the potty and the bird-ankles) Running does me more good in 30 minutes than 20 hours on a shrink's couch possibly could.
Day 17: Soldier On. I am ambivalent about the war, but I am not at all ambivalent about supporting our troops.
Day 18: Winter Weather. It's been snowing (though not accumulating) today in Shreveport. Taken from the window of Chez Kel, 'cause baby, it's cold outside.
Day 19: Me and Karla's younger daughter Sara. I call Karla's daughters the Lovebirds, or LBs for short. Sara is LB2. They sometimes call me "LB Mom."
Day 20: Over-Domesticated. Chihuahua and I watched a program on LPB the other night about how all dogs are descended from wolves, and how there is essentially no difference between modern domestic dogs and wolves. Considering that Chihuahua cannot be bothered to potty outside and instead uses a pad, I think Chihuahua's Domestication Gene must be REALLY, REALLY dominant. (Also: Wolves do not wear sweatshirts and zebra-print collars.)
Day 21: Preservation. The box in the upper right corner is a receptacle for all the things I tell myself I will put in my scrapbook one day but, of course, never have. I also have a giant Rubbermaid tote full of similar items. Last night, when I realized the smaller tub was full, I decided that if I couldn't be bothered to paste this stuff in my scrapbook, I need to just throw it away, because Kel does not hoarde useless crap. Hence the scrapbooking.
Day 22: Julia Child I Am Not. This, right here, is a big reason I don't cook much; in my apartment, I have no dishwasher. I AM the dishwasher.
Day 23: It's gone! For a long time, I had my dad's RV air conditioner in my apartment (to help out the window unit, before I had central heat and air) and we used "Great Stuff" (nasty, yellow caulk-type stuff) to affix the vent to the window. Last weekend, Dad came over and pried it out of there, and now when people come over they no longer look at my RV air conditioner and ask, "What the hell is THAT?! And what is that crap that's all around it?" Life is all about the small victories, I suppose.
Day 24: Overconsumption. TOO. MANY. BEAUTY PRODUCTS.
Day 25: Bachelorette Chow. Somebody's livin' right, and it's this girl! Note that the contents include: 1) 2 bottles of wine 2) Catnip 3) Pancake mix
Day 26: OMG. SHOES. This isn't even ALL of them. This isn't even HALF of them.
Day 27: Contents of Nightstand. (Look, I'm running out of ideas here, OK?) WHO'S CATHOLIC? I'M CATHOLIC!
Day 28: The Scary Room. Q: Just how scary IS The Scary Room? A: THIS scary. Cat loves The Scary Room, even if no one else does.
Day 29: Perfect Love Casteth Out Fear. Words to live by this year.
Day 30: Manifesto T-shirt. I got this one at The Dresden Dolls show at Workplay in Birmingham.
Day 31: New Shoes. Everybody's gotta have a hobby, right?
Day 32: Sleepy & Snuggly.
Day 33: The Spoils.
Day 34: My favorite Mardi Gras float EVER.
Day 35: Doing My Taxes. SO. NOT. FUN.
Day 36: Maybe I'll learn something.
Day 37: Dust we are, and to dust we shall return.
