Why isn’t the number 11 pronounced onety one?

will some other live journal user please list “bonnie bell lip gloss” in the interest section of their user info.

It would really mean a lot to me.

Mr. X is signing us up for a free 24 hour wireless internet pass at Starbucks with T mobil. He yelled from the other room asking if I wanted to be Ms. or Dr. ….Three guesses at what I chose. *PA system clicks on* Paging Dr. Cindigo. paging Dr. Cindigo. Code blue in ICU, STAT!

I have an INXS song’s chorus running through my head. “Don’t change the earth, don’t change a thing…..for me”. I can’t even check if those are the correct lyrics, having no internet from my laptop at chez vyvyanbasterd. I can’t figure out if I heard it on the radio, or in some store earlier in the day. Is it just there by accident, or is my subconscious is trying to send me a message. I’m always one to think my subconscious is trying to tell me something. If it’s complicated and dramatic, that’s probably the right answer. I think that’s some law of physics or something…..right? You *do* know I am a doctor.

IMPORTANT NEWS UPDATE: It has been decided that before officially moving somewhere permanent, we have to take a side trip to Vegas. Said trip could be as short as a month, or as long as five. Another scheme that’s “just so crazy, it might work”. I would write more details, but then you crafty ones might steal our hair-brained idea and make millions. Well, that, and it’s just too complicated, possibly boring and exasperating for my brain to explain.

I guess it’s time to sharpen up my stilettos and get my feathers out of storage because Mr. X promised me that I could be a real live Vegas showgirl. I don’t know though, he also told me that there’s wireless internet in every building, and the climate is mild and balmy year round.

*note to self: break out the thigh master just in case*

Speaking of wireless internet, I was just alerted that almost everywhere in Austin has wireless internet….FOR FREE! Geesh, I would move here just because of that alone.

RANDOM SUBJECT CHANGE: I love rental cars. I never feel bad about running over curbs or gunning the engine from 0 to 50 mph across a busy street so that I can slam on the brakes and do an illegal u turn. I thought the reason that I was driving more responsibly in my old age was because of the tickets and insurance hikes. Apparently, it’s because I just didn’t feel like damaging my own vehicles.

Tonight, it’s The Red Elvises (Russian Rockabilly) at The Continental with zombiechu and oneofthem.

I’m in Austin. I’m sitting outside at Thunder Cloud Subs trying to ignore the thong of grackels I have attracted by throwing some bread to one. I have no more bread and they are swarming around me, threatening me with their grackely threats. I’ve turned towards the wall and am no longer making eye contact. Hopefully, they will get the picture and not start pecking me in the back of the head.

Sorry for the absence, I haven’t felt much like writing lately.

My grandma died last week. That’s not why I haven’t been writing. I’m just updating. She has alot….alot of stuff in her house. My Aunt and Mom are mainly responsible for cleaning it out. While I was there and helping, my Aunt told me to throw everything away, and my mom told me to save everything (underwear, fifteen year old bath soap and foot powder, two full drawers of panty hose) in black garbage bags.

After a while of stressfully trying to do two opposite things at once, I just stopped, sat on the bed and played in the costume jewelry like I did when I was little. They kept asking me if i wanted anything to remember her by. I am grateful to the woman, because without her, I wouldn’t be on this planet, but we really weren’t that close, and she didn’t have anything that I liked or needed.

They kept trying to push waffle makers, thirty year old furniture and other random things off on me. I couldn’t decide if they were trying to get me to take something because they really wanted me to have something to remember her by, or, they were just so overwhelmed with all of the stuff she had collected in her 89 years on the planet, they were desperately trying to give it to anyone who would take it. I feel that the later statement is the most true. Finally, I broke down and agreed to take a porcelain rooster statue that was on a shelf above the kitchen sink since at least twenty years before I was even born.

Here’s the part where I’m going to burn in hell. I’m figuring if that thing has been sitting there for fifty years or more in perfect condition, maybe it’s worth something. So, in my mind, it makes them happy, and no one is the wiser when I sell it on ebay. I folded it up in some material in the trunk of the car. We drive home, it’s late and dark. I walk ten steps into the house and hear “CRASH!” followed by a dismayed “Oh no!” from the garage.

My mom didn’t know that the rooster was in the fabric. The pristine rooster that had not even been moved to be dusted in 50+ years, was in a heap of colorful plaster chunks and powder on the garage floor. As my dear old mom used to say (and still does actually), “God got you (you meaning me)”. Later, I told her my plan. She laughed, I laughed….all was well. Even better, my curiosity got the better of me…..similar items were selling on ebay for about fifteen bucks.

I also received a few more bits of “fatherly” advice from my step dad about having babies. I won’t go into the whole diatribe again, but basically he sat me down and told me that everyone is having c sections these days…especially celebrities. So that I could have a baby by c section and not “ruin” my body. He is struggling very hard to understand why it is that I (we) do not want to have children. He is also still very much convinced that Mr. X really does want kids and he’s just going along with me because of my cute and charming feminine, manipulative ways.

He also told me to prepare myself in the event that Mr. X and I don’t work out, with the underlying tone of, “It’s obviously not going to work out because you’re 31 and don’t want kids. Mr. X does and he’s just going to get the milk for free and buy another cow that wants calfs sometime in the future”. I bit my tongue so hard, it almost bled. Well, okay, I made a few well placed and strong comments and then bit my tongue.

Cindigo’s synopsis of a “few well placed and strong comments”….
1. Did we announce our engagement at some point?
2. I don’t want babies….I never did. I never baby-sat when I was a kid. Babies in strollers do not particularly interest me, I don’t have an overwhelming desire to coochie coo them.
3. I am in no financial or emotional state to be responsible for another human being.
4. I am “selfish” I like to do what I want, when I want.
5. It’s true, I really do not want to “wreck” my body. The idea of my internal organs beings rearranged, and my hips spreading apart to accommodate a human skull, not only does not appeal to me, it makes me queasy.

There are more, but, enough of the “few well placed strong comments” and on to the present.

So now here we are in sunny Austin. It’s beautiful here. I just picked up the new issue of The Chronicle and noticed that there it a $150.00 prize at a lesbian/gay bar stripping contest. I think I could win. I may be old…but I’m still sassy. I’ve got to get back to the house and tell Mr. X about it, I’m sure he will be totally into the idea.

I used to have so much to say. Well, okay, I didn’t have much to say…but I said it. Now, lately….nothing. Is this a good thing. Does this mean I am content, happy and spiritually at peace with myself? Does it??? TELL ME….DOES THIS MEAN I AM CONTENT, HAPPY AND SPIRITUALLY AT PEACE WITH ME SELF!!!!????? Answer me….oh why won’t you answer me?

I have almost completed project “rip entire cd collection to disk”. I was going to sell my cd’s on amazon, but after researching, many, many, many…..many other people are doing the same. After dealing with selling my books and random things from my house online, I’m just not inspired to do the same for my cd collection. The profit on most of them would be like a dollar. So yeah, I could make like four hundred dollars….a dollar at a time. That’s like giving yourself a bikini wax with tweezers. So, I was thinking about just putting the whole folio up on ebay with some clever and witty description of what and why, and maybe a few naked pictures linking to my site to stimulate my flagging readership. I guess readership will flag when you don’t write anything for the readers to read.

So I’m thinking about two ways to go about this. One is to list all of the cd’s, and the other is to not list the cd’s and just have people bid on 400 cd’s that they might not even like. I’m leaning towards the second choice. It’s funnier, and less work for me. Also, if you have read anything that I have written, or looked at my site, you probably can guess that I’m not into country or classical. Okay, option #2, I just decided.

*to my Austin peeps: I will be in Austin in eight days……that is all.*