This little light of mine

This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine.

Yes, I'm singing gospel ditties from my childhood in my head. I think it's because I'm full. Here's a newsflash, when you have have major surgery they put you on a soft/low residue diet. and that's fine. when you have major abdominal surgery you tend to stay on that diet for up to two months. It's a lot of refined carbohydrates. If, like me, you dropped about 50 pounds having surgery, the refined carbs aren't the worst thing in the world as you (I) actually have a shot at gaining 5 or 10 pounds and leaving the 'anorexia/bulimia zone.'

but refined carbohydrates are really, really boring. how many pieces of bread can i really eat? i love steak and butter and green leafy vegetables. Oh, if I could video blog you guys would witness the way my head fell back and a peaceful, happy expression eased across my face as i thought about leafy greens. I love to eat.

I've also had insomnia, another by-product of a diet high in refined carbohydrates. I am so tired of greeting the dawn, that shit is played like a michael jackson record in 85. So, despite being two weeks shy of when you're supposed to be introducing new things to your diet, I'm getting off the carbs. this morning i had eggs and avocado. I walked a little bit. And I feel good. Not sluggish. Sustained. I need to plan something for lunch, maybe chicken and asparagus and the remainder of my avocado. I really want a salad. But i have to taste lettuce first to make sure i can digest it. I am not going to the emergency room over a damn piece of lettuce. Been there, done that and it's the main reason I don't eat bananas any longer. bitch-ass bananas.

And later today I'll attend a meeting a work to observe the goings-on in the wake of theft at the front desk. Should be funny. I wish I had a way to listen to music while it's all happening. I like listening to music and watching people. This would be a fantastic way to do it, but alas, I can't figure out how to make it happen. I'm taking suggestions.

Shine on you crazy diamond...

Oh very young what will you leave us this time?

Cat Stevens asked a good question with that. I'm back, and so much has happened. The biggest thing...and I cannot stress this enough:

Do not steal cash from your employer.

Really. It's stupid. You'll get caught. People always look at their cash, dummy, steal STUFF, not cash.

Someone in my office is stealing cash. So you know the person who handles the cash is the one who is going to get docked. No questions. Skip protocol, money goes missing, well, that's ur ass.

Now, I have taken everything but desks out of offices in my long, illustrious career. I've given employees computer, extra vacation, slipped them some cash...as a journalist I was a-ok with being given tickets, trips whatever by the person(s) i was dealing with. Ethic isn't really my middle name. But cash...never tempted. Not even a little bit. It's stupid. Just plain stupid.

So, what else? My girl prayer should have gone under the knife a couple days ago. She's probably quite drugged and sleeping right now, but shoutout to her anyway. I think all of my sisters are hitting the honor roll with a vengeance, they are sooo special!

Me, I spend my days gutting my house. I want all the stuff that has accumulated, that I'm not in love with, O.U.T. Of course, being post-op means I have to have patience while I do this. But, every day just a little more brings me a little closer to my goal. There was a time when I only made big, sweeping gestures. I'm glad to be over that phase in my life.

Well, that's all the stories I have to tell for the moment. I've been socializing up a storm lately and that's kept me from writing, but there is nothing like discipline and I'm the master of my own fate and yadda yadda yadda.

Ciao!

No rest for the wicked

Wow. I might have one-hundred views this week. c'mon readers...get on the stick!

I didn't write yesterday cause I went to sleep early. I'm lying. I didn't go to sleep all that early, 2-ish, but the night before I was up writing analog-style til 4 am. Guess who has let go of her prescription pain medication and thusly gotten her brain back (in fits and starts and mostly at midnight til 5 am or so).

I have my profile open on another tab and I'm really enjoying my jukebox. Does anyone else ever listen to it? It started out with Gilberto and now I'm on jay-z with UGK (minus one, now). One of my all-time favorite lines are in this song: "Go and read a book you illiterate sonofab*tch, step up that vocab." Hey, I'm all for literacy!

The other day I was on perez hilton when he broke about a young actor's death. It punched me in the stomach, much in the way Aaliyah's death did. There is a difference, this time I'm older than the person who left entirely too early and I'm happy about my life. When Aaliyah passed, I was miserable on a lot of levels and her death was a wake-up call, "hey bitch, tomorrow is not promised, get out of the misery." I thanked her every day for about a year for providing that inspiration.

H. Ledger's death, well, I looked at his age - 28 - and felt the loss in waves. Somehow I've seen most of his movies by default usually, and enjoyed them (unexpectedly). I haven't seen Brokeback due to my moratorium on anything that might undermine my blissful state of happiness. I watch a lot of Disney Channel and Anthony Bourdain. I spent 28 having 7 major surgeries trying like crazy to save my own life (literally and figuratively). To learn that this talented, intelligent spirit lost his as I am just gaining mine was stark and saddening. I heard about the media frenzy from a photog friend who happened to pop out in SoHo from the Subway only to enter a mob (on her way to do something totally unrelated). I was proud not to be a part of the media monster any longer, I have not liked what it was becoming for years and I'm pretty done with all of it at this point. It will swing back, I'm sure, but it will take time.

So, this is a boring-ass blog. Time to prep for bed...g'night and good living.