Alone time

I was sitting at home alone today and realized something. I used to be one of those people that hated being alone, but now I revel in it. I love having my time to myself to do whatever strikes my fancy, even if it's drinking too much wine and watching all the crappy TV shows that I am completely addicted to. I have noticed though, that when I am completely alone, all sense of good behavior goes completely out the window.  My mother will be horrified by this.  I walk around naked after throwing my clothes from the day in the washer. I use my finger to really get deep and dig out those painful stalagmite boogers (you may be grossed out by that, but you KNOW you do it too). I regularly sneeze without covering my mouth. I pull a standard old lady move and actually lift my butt to really let out one of those good satisfying farts. Hmm, its interesting to realize that I have only named rather gross things. Makes you wonder how people find a partner who wants to sit around with them listening to their farts and avoiding their sneeze juice. Or maybe you learn to cover up those completely comfortable parts of yourself. I certainly hope not though. :) I like my complete lack of decorum.

Flight from H-E- double hockey sticks

So, yes, I really like kids. Especially my friends children. Someday I even hope to have children. but on my flight home today, this devil incarnate screamed on a random interval the ENTIRE flight home. Was he sick or hurting? Oh no, he was just a brat. And the best part? His mother did not attempt in any way to corral him. At first I thought it was because she was overly permissive, but as we were leaving I realized she came from a culture where a mother cannot correct her masculine child. I know it is not PC, but this is revolting to me. I want nothing to do with a way of life that requires me to sit and suffer while my monster two year old does what he wants. I babysat for a family like this when I was a teenager and actually got in trouble for disciplining their male children. I felt truly sorry for this poor woman. I mean, you think her son was horrible, you should have smelled the offensive BO coming off of her husband.

Some people definitely put up with things that make me appreciate my life even more.

Pameela comes to visit!

My friend Pameela came to visit this weekend. We had a blast hanging out and drinking a beaucoup amount of vino. The best thing about hanging out with her is that we have the same sense of humor and make the same idiotic jokes. A good example of this is that fact that we call each other Pameela. We took a road trip once and for whatever reason, our road haze led us to think that quoting Borat was hilarious. Did I mention that Pameela has never seen it? Now we talk to each other in a terrible Russian accent and call each other Pameela. This has been going on for a year and we still think it's freaking hilarious. 

We just finished watching the movie Black Swan. I am still trying to figure out what the f was going on? Was she schizophrenic? Or hallucinating? I thought for a while that the whole thing was a dream. All I know is that it was just plain bizarre. We watched it and the whole time we kept looking at each other with a "what the hell is going on" look. And it was one of those movies that ends, abruptly, and you still are totally clueless. I agree that Natalie Portman should've gotten an Oscar, because she was a believable crazy cooke.