Girlfriend in Tacoma

Feb. 10, 2008 at 9:19am

gettin' a happy on...

(or, rallying oneself out of the blahs, with the help of Tacoma...)

In the middle of the night, I guess I turned my head to cough.  Apparently, I didn't do the proper warmup and stretching exercises, and woke up unable to move my head without excruciating pain.  I have a friend and her kid coming over, so I kinda' need to clean the house, and to add insult to injury, the dogs have decided to perform surgery on a teddy bear of the kid's that they kidnapped. They ripped out its eyes, and were about halfway through ripping out it's innards through the eyeholes when they discovered something else to destroy (the former duvet cover that had been protecting the couch from their dirt) --so, I have my work cut out for me *AND* I can't move my head.

I want to lay in the fetal position while Strictly Ballroom and Moulin Rouge play in a continu-o-loop, but alas, I loaned the former movie to a friend who never returned it and then moved out of the state. And I have an appointment later this morning with good friend Kindra at The Turning Point, to get transformed from my current "Frida Kahlo and Groucho Marx' bastard-child" state to something approaching hairless magnificence.  

And so, I clean with little whimper-y moan-y grunt-y sounds, all the while encouraging myself with these little "rally!" pep talks.

"Hey!" I say to myself "You're gonna be a birthday girl soon! You and the Man get to go to Crystal on the cheap on Tuesday!"  (mmm, I think in response, and down an Emergen-C)

"Oh yeah!" I say to myself, "Why not, after the mountain, take in a naked girls evening for free at the Olympus!" (free entry on your birthday, wheee!)

"And, remember the free lunch offer the MIL gave you-- where will you go? Babblin' Babs?  The Rosewood?  Or maybe even Anthony's, take in some Northy-westy watery views?"

"And" My peppy annoying cheerleader voice cries, "Don't forget you've got that 10K happening on the 16th at Point Defiance-- whee, won't that be fun! You love to run!!"

I'm just about to bitch-slap Jane alter-ego peppy, and remind her, a.  I've been too sick to run --or even work out-- without coughing my fool head off, which is one reason behind my grumpy-ass mood, and b. I.  Can't.  Move.  My.  Head.

Jane Pepster knows me, though.  She knows me well.  She gets me into the shower, tempting me with the thought of my yummy philosophy products. purity has some kind of prozac in the scent that picks me up, the same way the moisturizer's name does (how can you not like "hope in a jar"?)  The amazing grace body wash gives me a happy little thought that makes me smile: "in the end, it all comes down to one word. grace.  it's how you accept winning and losing, good luck and bad luck, the darkness and the light."

Okay.  Consider my mood adjusted.

Then Jane gives me the little pat on the head that I needed "Tell you what, since you were a good girl and readjusted your mood, you can make yourself a nice little Birthday week list of fun things to do.  Like, looking at clothes at Biella after getting a sassy-happy pedicure.  Go into King's and get a book you've been meaning to read.  Go get yourself a great cup of coffee at Satellite (like I need a Birthday to inspire me to do that...)  Go have an early afternoon cocktail and munch (heh) with the man, the Masa thing you used to do at the end of the summer...  Go take the kid to Art & Soul and paint some pottery. Go do the museums.  Do some crafting after buying yummy Amy Butler fabric at Artco. Go on, it's your birthday week, be nice to yourself," the kind voice says.

And then she gets serious again.

"But first, finish cleaning your filthy house."


(and I do, with a little smile.)


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by jenyum on 2/10/2008 @ 10:05am
Take care of yourself, and tell pepster to chill if you need to.

by KevinFreitas on 2/10/2008 @ 11:00am
Or maybe even Anthony's, take in some Northy-westy watery views?

One of my favorite always-forget-about-it-but-always-enjoy-it kinda' places is Steamers over at Titlow Beach. Good food, not pricey, and plenty of watery view goodness to go around.

Hope your neck/head/voice feels better soon!

by jcbetty on 2/10/2008 @ 5:08pm
oooh, Steamers. Good idea. Haven't been there in forever (because I always forget about it, too!)

--thank, Jeny-- she went quiet once the house was clean-ish...

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