Happy Birthday, Yellow Teapot!

Wow, so I wrote a post about how this blog is one year old today.  But, if I'd actually SCROLLED ALL THE WAY DOWN THE PAGE, I'd have noticed it was actually January 9th.  ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!  I've been waiting all month to post a Birthday Post and I totally effed it up.  Figures . . .

So, here's the post that I meant to post on The Teapot's birthday, January 9th, the lovely Capricorn she is:


Today, you are *one* year old and I feel mighty proud that I didn't let you die.  I came close, sometimes leaving one, two, three, five weeks in between posts . . . And I'm famous for starting ambitious projects and then never finishing them.  So, it's quite the feat that I kept you under my wing for an entire year to let you grow and flourish.


Boo-yah.




<3

Do You Ever

put on some clothing in the morning, and that clothing

whatever it is

is the most perfect clothing for that particular day,

that particular moment,

the way you feel at that precise time

inside and out?

Like that outfit

that combination of shirt and pants and shoes

or dress and cardigan and tights

or button-up and vest and slacks

reflects who you are, fully and completely,

in the most specific kind of way?

Case in point:

Cozy denim jeggings

Floppy grey sweater, perfectly slouchy

Cowboy boots, worn

Fantastic makeup and

lots and lots of eyeliner


Yep.

Monday Wisdom

Brother:  My use of 'fuck' is not akin to the dropping of bombs, but the firing of missiles.

"Dear Pea,

Every day is easy and joyful because of your beautiful ass spirit.

Love you.

W"

In Case It Was a Mystery:

Yes, I teared up while listening to Adele on the way to work this morning and didn't feel silly about it.

Yes, I will hold in my pee while waiting for someone else's bomb to clear.

Yes, I eat popcorn off the carpet when it falls out of my fingers, past the ten-second-rule.

Yes, a part of me is totally over this "Earth" thing and awaiting the alien arrival.

Yes, I write somewhat irrelevant items on my To-Do List just so I can cross them off.

Yes, I dropped a piece of steak on the kitchen floor, rinsed it off, and then mixed it with the other pieces of steak so I wouldn't know which one it was.

Yes, experiencing a full moon in Cancer when you have a Cancer Moon produces migraines (or so I'm convinced).

Yes, I would much rather be a mermaid.

Today, in Order:

. Bruno Mars

. puke green

. April weather in January

. bitchy things falling out of my mouth

. wide-eyed moons

. a date with myself and a pile of Thai food
          Soon, someone will make you very proud.

. the new definition of restless
          restless:
          wanting to be doing something other than what you're currently doing,
          even if it's the thing you want to be doing

. Sometimes it feels like the "past" me exists simultaneously with the "current"
  and "future" me.  Like everything I've ever experienced before or will experience
  at some time is all happening at once, always now, in the present.

. eight tiny cups of tea
  baby clothes, pregnancy,
  three desserts a day and
  dreadlocks
  I don't eat very well --
  I'm not vegan.
  school and washboard abs
  and dickhole husbands working
  sixty hour weeks
  This food is too heavy for me
  please take it all home
  there's too much sauce

The List

A while back I realized most of my favorite things in the whole world start with the letter “B.”  That along with a previous post inspired me to put together The List, in full.

Pea’s Most Favorite Things

In the Whole Wide Universe

(in no particular order)

Breakfast

Babies

Brew

Baths

Bollocks

Brothers

Balloons

Ba-dunk

Birds

Bottles, of the glass variety

Beethoven

Bears

Beards

Blue Christmas lights

Blue Bomber, The

Black dresses

Butter

Bellies

Bridges

Bridgetown

Breakfast

Bumping Pandora on my new speakers

Breeze, a nice

Brew, caffeinated

Brew, alcoholic

Blue jeans

Biscotti

Black and white photographs

Black beans

Black hard-cover sketchbooks

Black hair

Black fingernail polish

Billy goats

Betty goats

Broad skies

Belly laughs

Bart Simpson

Breakfast

Boats

Boots

Beige

Brick, exposed

Big toothy smiles

British musicians

BFFs

BTWs

BRBs