Quietness

There’s a lot going on but I’m feeling a bit quiet these days. I guess the most important thing that has happened lately is spilling a bucket of pickle juice / brine in my lap while driving through Manhattan on my way to see the client. Yah, I was soaked all the way down,  undies soaked in pickle brine. Now that’s NIIIICCEE.  See…I was looking at fabric in Little Italy…I passed pickle vendor on my way back to the car….I got a huge bucket of them to bring home. I was starving and thought I would just take one off the top….well it was packed too full and as soon as I opened it……..it was like a tidal wave of pickle juice broke right over my crotch. Growing up I loved pickles and my mom used to call me “Pickle Puss”….well this gives that endearing name new meaning….

Things are going well on the restaurant gig. I’m sick of driving into the city…but hey, it is part and parcel. I have a lot of autonomy and I think my colleague and I work well together so I cannot complain one bit. If I had one of these gigs every other month I would just bust with excitement.

As for the fall out from my brush with the aforementioned Buddhist cult, unfortunately I have found that I have done a 180 and am not even slightly interested in reading or practising anymore. For starters, its been too busy, but also I have a pissy attitude regarding the whole thing. I know there is huge value to it, but I now see “them” as fallible as everything else and it doesn’t hold the sway with me that it once did. We all just muddle along. I think I got more out of Lexapro than I did the Buddhist stuff. Come to think of it, other than the additional 10lbs I got waaaay more out of Lexapro.

I went to a baby shower yesterday and I am in awe to report that it was pretty much a normal affair. I didn’t suffer any weirdness whatsoever. In fact, my prego girlfriend very kindly gave me a heartfelt thanks for attending….I couldn’t quite figure out why she was belaboring the point of her gratitude….of course I would attend! I would never miss that. It dawned on me today that she was just being senstive to how it could be painful for me and that was so very sweet of her. But it was for naught because I sat infront of bowl of Peanut M&Ms and bullshat with the other ladies for the afternoon and it didn’t cause me so much as a pang. In fact, she looks so incredible…just like normal with a tiny bulge. I’m delighted for her. I got her little man a pair of baby swimming trunks and some baby flip flops (they love the beach) and some overalls and a few sleepers. It was all so cute I couldn’t resist.  Anyway….it was very very good for both of us.

So, I’ve discovered the BEST remedy for course, crazy hair…particularly if its colored and therefore gets that “cotton candy” texture— Dr. Hauschka’s Neem Hair Oil and Neem Hair Lotion…  holy goodness of all beauty products. It make me have Eva Longoria hair…….silky, lustrous etc and believe me that is a freaking miracle. The stuff is pricey but you can get it on amazon if you’re interested. Permanent hair dye completely f’s with my hair and this is the penultimate in miracle cures. I’m hooked, for sure.

That’s it’s from me today. It’s overwhelming I know. Contain yourselves, ok?