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The evil kitten

Today marks the 4th week-a-versary of my layoff. I honestly can’t believe it’s been that long. The time has FLOWN by. And while I’m certain that I’m jinxing myself by saying this…I really am enjoying unemployment.

I keep telling my kids “I’ve been working since I was 16 years old. It’s nice to have a break. Hopefully it will be short, but I’m going to enjoy it while I can.”

I still had some residual heartbreak. What can I say? I’m somewhat of a hopeless romantic. More like a pitiful romantic. Pathetic romantic.

So I had this conversation with my older son, who I’ll call “Buddha the Grouch” (I’ve decided the younger son is The Tao of C.)

Me: maybe I need to be more angry. Maybe then I would feel less sad.
Buddha the Grouch: you can’t use anger to mask your sadness.
Me. Maybe I’m using sadness to mask my anger!
Buddha the Grouch: maybe you should just not feel any fucking emotions. They are dumb.

He makes me laugh.

I also had breakfast with our evil kitten, who is quickly becoming a cat.

(Evil because she has a habit of biting – specifically, she has a habit of laying – enticingly adorably – splayed out in the middle of any given floor, then viciously attacking anyone who dares fall into the trap of cute that she has set.)

I did a fair amount of reading today – photographing important sections for later inspiration.

They force me to think about the day and remember what really happened

Self-Revelations

Imagining Emily Dickinson on a Wordy Day

Making money is, on its own terms, totally meaningless

The lord who exploited them was better than the uncertainty of no lord at all

The world is being destroyed by popular demand.

Walked to Pinballz with a friend and played mopped the floor with his ass at some pinball. Wrote in my journal. Read some more.

Creature From the Black Lagoon

Kiss

Hula Hula

Hung laundry

in

the Magic Hour

of the Now Sun.

Had an awesome phone chat with one of my favorite people in the entire world, who helped me pull my ass out of my head and gave me some great advice.

And rejoiced in the fact that it’s still footie pajama weather. In April. In Austin. Celebrating with a footie pajama dance party.

Not an entirely bad way to mark a one-month anniversary.

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And now…the news:

I’m a Full-Blown Commoner. 🙂 Are you a commoner? Take the quiz to find out: http://bit.ly/10T6DqJ

Freaking superheros: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZRu9KC8MbQ

“Why do I raise my children this way? Because I want them to think for themselves, to have and express their own opinions. Just like, say, a New York Times columnist”

http://greatmomentsinparenting.com/topics/dear-childless-bystander/

“After a public pressure campaign through the Eviction Free Zone of Occupy Homes MN, Gayle Lindsey, a nursing assistant and grandmother in South Minneapolis, who was facing imminent eviction, has won a modification of her mortgage from M&T Bank. Her victory marks the seventh for Occupy Homes MN and the first in the Eviction Free Zone, a project that brings neighbors in the Central and Powderhornneighborhoods together to refuse to leave their homes without a fair negotiation.”

http://occupyamerica.crooksandliars.com/diane-sweet/south-minneapolis-grandmother-wins-loa

“The worst enemy of creativity is self-doubt,” wrote Sylvia Plath in her journal. And she couldn’t have been more accurate. Self-doubt can persuade us to stop creating or keep us from sending our work out into the world. It can be so influential that it colors how we see ourselves, ensuring we don’t pick up a pen, paintbrush, camera, or other tool for decades.

http://lifehacker.com/5993472/ten-ways-to-overcome-creativitys-number-one-crusher

I hope you all are happy, healthy, and creative. ❤