becca spring cleaning

these are the orginal bob ross paintings. the first is called "colors o!" but i couldn't find it on the internetz...so here's a similar one that has similar trees:



and this is called "waves of wonder". at this point, most people present lost patience with our slow internet connection and started taking their world to the next level. you'll see:



and here are the paint-along interpretations:











it's our world!...and my cat is real cute. and he plays the kazoo.



i will be doing this a lot more often. probably more by myself, or with just a few other people, or with more wine in me.

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other than that, i'm preparing for a giant cleanse of body and soul. starting on easter, right after "naked girls reading." i will be healthy and stop drinking and get rid of all of my vices at once...and go to yoga and meditate and be extra, extra nice and loving to all people everywhere. i'm also going to do this crazy liver/gallbladder cleanse that dustin told me about that involves epsom salt, olive oil, lemon juice, and "pooping like a goose" to get all my gallstones out and improve my bile flow. doesn't that sound magical? plus, i'm going to work on my rollerskating skillz so i can start skating to work. i will keep my room tidy and finally do my taxes and send out all those letters that i wrote on my typewriter.

i will, however, keep eating aloha sliders from the marination mobile that parks outside of work on wednesdays. it's really why i go to work on wednesdays. mmmlllllrrrrrrgggggg (sounds of delicious)...

catz bein' catz

i always salt my food before i taste it. i can just tell by looking at it that it needs more salt. and i'm right.

i also have very good intuition and judge of character. so i can usually tell when you're trying to sell me something and/or if you're a sleazeball. good luck getting me to change my mind.

everything with a grain of salt...but the mindfuckery is still powerful, emotional, exhausting...eye-twitchingly awful. almost two weeks of twitchy left eye now. according to my research, this could mean bad luck, good luck, i'm going to meet someone new, i'll be mourning for someone, or stress and fatigue. but there's nothing i can do to stop it.

finally my cats are picking up on my emotional state and comforting me, like cats are supposed to. tk slept in my bed two nights in a row. now he's cuddling with me. maybe i have to be really sad and drink a lot of rum and pass out watching the l word before they think it's severe enough to step in.

the grind.

i'm an impressive lady. at least my babysittee/'lil kindred spirit bean thinks so. she thinks so because i put a cheerio in my palm and said, "hey, watch my anteater impression!" then sucked it up and it disappeared. she thought that was pretty damn funny. one of my many tricks. then we both made up new words to old songs.

my win something/lose something pattern continues. it kind of sucks, but then suddenly it's nice again...and then it sucks, etc. bluegrass band jam at house, lose my house keys...cry at work, get to doula for a magician...replace lost debit card, get rejected, lose recently found bike key yet again, forget to pack lunch, make baby laugh by pretending to be anteater...it's a mixed bag.

the other night, while watching cinderella, we were presented with a dilemma: idil's friend had an injured-but-alive mouse that had been attacked by his cat. mouse was clearly suffering and needed to be put out of its misery. but how?

"put it in a bag and slam it against the wall!"
"drown it."
"no, just break its neck!"
"put it under the wheel of your car and run over it...then you don't have to touch it or watch it die..."
"when my parents were too poor to take their dying hamster to the vet, they gave it an overdose of aspirin...um, i don't know how you would get the mouse to take the aspirin..."

it was horrible. more horrible because the mice in cinderella wear clothes and talk. imagining gus in any of the above scenarios made me feel sick.

sometimes doing the right thing feels like shit.