Saturday, January 31, 2009

Weirdness in the Wild

I've seen animals do some quirky things. Many of these I've witnessed in the security of my own home. A 5 pound bunny pulling a heavy comforter from one room to another - repeatedly. A cat who eats cantaloupes and marshmallows and does imitations of The Blair Witch Project. A dog who... well, why get repetitive.

But yesterday I was walking a new pup - an adorable Shiba Inu who I will call Miss T (always to protect the anonymity of the fabulous canines). We went to the park and stumbled upon a squirrel party. A woman was feeding the little cuties almonds and the entire Central Park squirrel population must have gotten the memo - there were dozens of the fuzzy tailed fellas. Miss T was beside herself with delight. I felt like I had taken a kid to the zoo and it was all monkeys all the time.

It was big fun watching the ballsy little guys coming so close. They are seriously fearless. Were I a 10 oz squirrel I would not tempt fate by getting so close to a fiesty Shiba Inu,
but happily I am not a squirrel.

All of this was fun, but not particularly unusual - given the almond fairy who was the queen of the day in squirrel town. But then, one squirrel did something I've never seen (others who were watching expressed the same shock so I don't think it's just me being sheltered from the way of squirrels. I think this was fairly uncommon.) The little guy grabbed a hunk of icy snow from the ground, climbed up the nearest tree, settled in and chomped away on the frozen treat. I'm betting the nuts were making him thirsty, but still, I've never seen this before so I'm still in awe.

Hey, I'm easy, just ask the dogs I walk.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Dig the Freakiness

It's so freakin' insanely cold, here in New York. When I took Basil out this morning (NOW he wants to go out!) it was 9 degrees with a windchill making it feel like -1. Not even close to balmy out there. Since I have some dog walking to do over the weekend and fear my regular two pair of pants, 16 shirts under a down jacket will NOT be enough, I decided to go buy long-johns.

I haven't worn long underwear since I was a kid (a 5' 4" kid, but still... a kid) and my mother had some that I would borrow out of desperation and... she was SO goddamned skinny they barely fit me which naturally created a life-long dread of the things because you know they could NEVER fit me since my emaciated, anorexic mother's were too small. yeah. Way to hold onto a thing, huh?

So I went out in the frigidness and got a super cheap set of top and bottom thermals- in the fat girl's worst nightmare color: WHITE! Because that was all they had left. Apparently other people have had the same idea as me, what with the freezing cold and all. Go figure.

Well. I decided I'd try them on and see just how horribly uncomfortable they would be - like they were back in the olden days. First of all - um... they fit. I mean they were actually kinda loose and I should have gotten a size smaller. That was shock number 1. Shock number 2 came when I braved looking at myself in the mirror.

I actually looked BETTER than I do in regular clothes! I mean... not to toot my own horn here but, I made these things look hot! Curves baby, curves.

I be needing some more of these things. I sense a new fashion trend.

You know, or not.

Thursday, January 15, 2009


Ricardo Montalbán is gone. I am sad.

So hot, so charming. Rich Corinthian leather AND Star Trek? C'mon - the guy had range.

I used to have a ridiculously large action figure collection, a good 98% is gone now, sold on eBay or given away. I kept a few of them, the ones I couldn't part with. One of them is my Khan, space-age super human played by the sizzling Richardo Montalbán in Space Seed. And reprised in the Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan. A hint of irony, a twinkle in his eye and a set of pecs that could make a grown woman weep.


Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Yesterday was my birthday and it was possibly my best. I've had birthdays with more going on, the year of brunch at a French cafe followed by bowling at the Port Authority and a shopping trip to the Pink Pussy Cat boutique comes to mind, but this year was the birthday that FELT the best.

My birthday has always been a source of discomfort for me even when I was younger. This is probably because it falls right after Christmas and that meant the Christmas 'truce' between my parents was well over by January 12. Oh and because every year I get OLDER! ;) But mostly I'm always feeling blue on my birthday, sometimes robin's egg blue, sometimes full-out navy but there is always a tinge of the blue.

Not this year!

I have no real explanation for this change in hue from blue to rosy red except perhaps that this is an 11 year. Numerologically* speaking. Not only is 2009 an '11' year but this year I turned 47 which adds up to 11 (4+7=11). so I am in personally in an '11' year at the same time the world is in an '11' year and new-agey as that sounds I think there is something to it. At least in as much as it has affected me strongly enough that I actually looked forward to and ENJOYED my birthday and found nothing, not a smidgen to be disappointed about. An unprecedented event my dears, truly.

Last year I wrote myself a pep-talk letter on and set it to be sent on my birthday. I had completely forgotten I'd done this and it was fun and heartening to receive a letter from myself. I stressed to my 'future me' that no matter what was going on this year on the dreaded birthday that I should remember how blessed I am to be alive and how much I need to take care of, and care FOR, myself. Though I'd forgotten about that letter and what I'd written to myself, it must have been lodged in my subconscious because I was all about the happy attitude and the take care of ME vibe. I even made myself cookies the night before my birthday. Normally I wouldn't bother for myself. (Nice, huh?) For someone else I'd stay up all night making a cake, but never for myself. But this year... well, I would have made a cake, but I really wanted cookies. So there!

I've decided - decided now so that's that - that this year I will have two things (at least) in abundance: 1) Sex (let me qualify- GOOD sex) and 2) Money earned doing things I love.

"Oh JOY how very non-spiritual of you!" says the naggy little voice in my head.

Ah, hush up little voice - make way for the boys and the cash! says Me.

A clearly positive attitude is not always my strongest trait, however in this 11-11 year it seems to be coming incredibly easily. For this I am profoundly grateful. And there does seem to be something to the idea of BELIEVING a thing makes it so. This born out by the fact that on my birthday I actually made a nice little chunk o' change on my Etsy site and have new dog walking opportunities coming in left and right.

Now... on to the fun-lovin' menfolk. ;)

*The following is from Universal Life Tools
In numerology the number 11 is a Master Number – ‘Master’ meaning it is of intense/high vibrational frequency and works within the etherical, magical and transcendental realms of creation. Master numbers possess great potential for learning and growth, and can bring major transformations in life.

The number 11 is the most intuitive number and is a clear channel to the subconscious. It is the number of leadership, personal power and spiritual truths. The number 1 by itself represents leadership, initiative and new beginnings… thus two number 1’s together opens a gateway of potential far greater than the sum of its parts.