You may go to Hell. I will go to Texas.

I am in beautiful San Antonio for work this weekend. San Antonio, along with San Francisco, is now the reason I firmly believe that any ity that starts with "San" is gonna be badass. This place is bitching.

Apparently four bajillion other people agree with me. I was all set to be touristy, but not in a TOURISTY way, and all the other freakin' tourists ruined it for me!

Take The Alamo. I hopped over there during my lunch break today, fully expecting to be able to take it in & relish some history. My plan was thwarted by hordes of screaming children, insolent teenagers and visitors from more countries than I could count. Even inside the alamo, where signs adorn the walls admonishing everyone to "be quiet, this is a shrine", the volume was so loud that I had to leave. 

So, not one to go down without a fight, I decided to hunt down the underbelly of this fair city. So do two bamillion other people. I couldn't even go down a seedy side street, that no white girl from out of town in her right mind would dare go down, without being inundated with other white girls out of their minds.

Suffice it to say, I am back in my hotel room pretending that I am the only person on the face of the planet. I've decided that agoraphobia has a lot going for it. I'm gonna crack a beer and visit this bitchin' city inside the pages of the book I managed to pick up at the alamo gift shop.

-- Sent from my Palm Pixi

I'm leaving on a jet plane...

So, I'm at the airport waiting to board my (now delayed) flight to a trade show in San Antonio, Texas. 

Despite a nearly crippling fear of flying, I am what you would all an "expert traveller". I know how to pack light, and still take everything I need or want. I make it through security quickly. It's part of me deal with the Flying Gods... I will be quick & you will keep my plane safe. I won't jitter my leg & You won't make the air currents turbulent. I will get drunk & you will let me maintain my buzz.

The other day I got this eco cup thing & love the hell out of it. But I was afraid I wouldn't be allowed to take it on the plane. So I packed it in my gallon sized liquid bag. All I have to say is...

Dear TSA: I win!

-- Sent from my Palm Pixi

This makes me SO happy!

-- Sent from my Palm Pixi

And The Best Friend will always be two years older than me

It is my birthday today, and I spent a glorious day of doing whatever the hell I felt like doing-- which really wasn't all that much. I napped... A lot. I went out to lunch with my beloved, and got more birthday greetings than I could count on all my fingers and toes. It was a GOOD day.

It occurred to me that I was grateful for just the remembrance from family and friends, and didn't care that I didn't have minds and mounds of gifts to open. The gift of friendship and love from so many people reminded me how truly blessed I am, and all that love meant so very much more than all the gold in Fort Knox.

The thoughtfulness in the arrangement of flowers and 33 balloons from my mom, the book and camera that The Best Friend got me two months ago, the scrumptious edible arrangement from my ever thoughtful uncle John, and my Brion Box of goodies all delighted me to no end. Then gestures, so filled with love and thoughtfulness meant so much to me, that my heart is near to bursting with gratitude and love.

The Boyfriend gave me a kick ass Hindu yoga poster - ever aware of my passing and lasting fancies - and with it, gave me the gift of rearranging the house so that our energy can flow better. He's treated me like a princess all day and I have wallowed in his adoration and love.

Even The Trolls remembered my day, and sang happy birthday all the way to school. The Nugget, who tends toward misbehaving at school, suffered through being haved all day so he'd have a sticker to show me. The Monkey was disappointed that nobody got me a cake, because a person shouldn't have to buy her own cake on her birthday. I had to remind him that I'm allergic to eggs and really don't like cake all that much just so he'd stop worrying so much.

I am damn lucky. My nana's prophecy that 33 is a very good year to be is already in existence, already manifested. It IS a good year. With all this loving kindness, there isn't anything I can't do. Heck, there's even a meteor shower tonight, as if God said, "here. Make all the wishes you can think up, cuz I'm gonna grant 'em all."

The Garden of Eatin'

This year I plan on checking some items off my life list. We started the whole "grow my own herbs and vegetables" items last year, basically to make sure we could. So, as soon as the last frost had passed, in went the seeds (because, with a little help from The Boyfriend, I didn't kill everything...thus, discovering a garden was possible).

Now my little seedlings are in the ground in my little kitchen garden. I spent the better part of the day moving bricks out of the patio & rearranging them to make room for the 3x3 garden. Soon, we'll be replanting the now empty pots, for the next round of veggies.

The Boyfriend said I did a good job - high praise from him. 

I rather enjoyed the solitude of plating, replanting and tending my verion of Eden. It was good quality time with my thoughts. 

Come to think of it, this particular life list item may have to stay on for a while. Happy check marks be damned. :)

-- Sent from my Palm Pixi