happy birthday alex!!! i'm jealous---i've never spent a birthday in turkey.
i'm so glad i got to talk to you, it made my day the happiest.

i just worked a 13 hour day (boo for overtime! yay for overtime pay!), came home, did 100 jumping jacks, about 15 minutes of yoga, took a shower, and now i'm off to bed. another overtime day tomorrow and then it's friday. and friday means camping. and saturday means bouldering in the mountains. and sunday means my first flying trapeze class. weekends rock my socks.

any friend of mine who reads this should get on alex's blog and wish her a happy birthday. because if you don't love my sister...i don't love you. (and if you don't know her...trust me...you'll love her. she's stellar!)

two things you must do right now:

a) watch al gore's movie (an inconvenient truth). amazing, informative, eye-opening, perfect. al gore for president 2008! yeah!

b) click on this. be changed.

quick update---
my beeautiful sister alex is now safe in turkey living on an olive farm that also grows strawberries, raspberries, walnuts, and almonds. apparantly the food there is delicious and she ate some leaf wrapped around pine nuts and rice which makes me salivate. they make their own olive oil there and she better bring me some. ya hear that alex? deliver!
i went to amazing yoga class today and feel great. the room is clean. the laundry done. and life is swell.
just wanted to put up another blog quickly to counteract the blah one last night.
everyone should call me and talk to me. because i miss you.

welcome to my riveting friday night here in moorpark. so far i've done heaps of laundry, pasted my face to random internet, drank some tea, and cleaned the room. brian is not answering his phone because he is a dumb-dumb and i can't be bothered to go all the way to l.a. for excitement. seeing kyle (never enough kyle time) and katie (wonderful!beautiful!) and michelle and riley and georgia and all of chicago was terrific. except that it was about one year shorter than i would have liked to have stayed. i basically had enough time to high-five everyone then fly back home and go to work. stupid. but at least i got to give/receive hugs.
sister alex is in turkey now being a nanny and living in a castle on the beach. life is very tough. hopefully she'll blog all the time and i can pretend she is next door.
lindsey is in africa but will be home soon. by "home" i mean chicago. which is far away. i wish home for her was moorpark. sigh...
i think i'm a bit lonely. i want people around. and not just any people. my friends. and my family. scruffy barks too much and pees on the carpet.
nick is coming back from chicago tomorrow night. that will be great. some things are pretty nice without him here--i have a lot more room for example. and it smells better sans the constant passing of gas that seems to accompany nick at every turn. but those things pale in comparison to the sense of completeness i feel when he's around. that was cheesy. sorry.
i miss michelle too. we had, like, a minute to hang out. but i got to go to the farm with her and play with the two-year old twins. remind me never to have two-year old twins please. the first thing they did was barge into the bathroom while i was peeing and ask if i "go poo." then later one of them proceeded to grab both my boobs at the same time. children are more of an invasion of privacy than scruffy even. maybe i'll just stick with cats. speaking of cats---the most beautiful knuckles that ever there was was at the farm. and i loved on him. and he loved me.
i'm gonna go check and see if my clothes are dry now. whoo-hoo.

the other morning whilst on my way to work i was struck by how un-urban i am. read on to find out why.
susie jessup from KCLU gave me her throaty-voiced up-to-the-minute traffic report as she has been doing every day for a year now (this particular traffic report was made possible by lowes building stores if you're interested...)
susie told me about the three incidents of the day causing blockage on the major thoroughfares:
a shovel in the right lane
a horse running along the shoulder
a mama duck and her ducklings in the left lane

i'm fond of my sweet suburban life.

i am blogging from work which is highly illegal. i like living my life on the edge.
the fog has been taking over sunny southern california all week and it's been gray and wet. i relish the change.
all kinds of interesting things are happening around me. a boston physician is running for president of the democratic rupublic of congo (check out day to day on npr.org for the story), bolivia's natural gas fields were nationalized (ayn rand would be in a rage), adam smith wrote "the wealth of nations" (i know that was in 1776--but i'm listening to his biography now in 2006), and i'm tormented by a decision between taking flying trapeze classes or yoga.
there is a school of aerial arts in hollywood that teaches flying trapeze and the spanish web (the big ribbons of cloth that hang from the ceiling that one twists up in and then falls---escaping the floor by clutching with the big toe at the last moment). i've wanted to learn these things for a while. back in austin i had a friend with a trapeze in her backyard that taught me some moves. such fun! so hard! painful! but oh---to fly through the air with ease. that would be incredible. most likely i would fly through the air with unease but....i would eventually get over it right? right.
but yoga is so good for me and opens my chakras and stuff. and makes me love the world more i think. i need some help in that area. living in so-cal does not make me feel the love so much. hmmmm....
to love or to fly? that is the question.
how 'bout flying whilst loving? i think i could make that happen.
i've been horseback riding a couple of times since my lovely parents bought me lessons for christmas. the other day i was in a class of six other girls. all age 9 or under. learning new things as an adult is a humbling experience. but i am learning very quickly. my posting trot and 2-point position are lovely if i do say so myself. and i finally forked over the money to take pilates twice a week after complaining about how much it costs for years and years. and i think i'm hooked. swell. another expensive hobby i love. i should start a "fund my expensive hobbies" programme. where people give me money. and i take their money. and go hobby it up.
but pilates really is incredible. very challenging. i will soon be able to break very large, hard objects on my abdominal muscles. like someone's face. oh oops. love. i forgot about feeling the love.
between pilates and work and rotaract and afore-mentioned dilemma---life is pretty busy. i've been listening to "the 100 most influential people" series that i checked out from the library. so far i know everything there is to know about aristotle, francis bacon, john locke, voltaire (my favourite so far), descartes, and adam smith. but don't ask me anything about them because i don't remember. i think this series is woefully incomplete. there is only one woman (but it is marie curie---one of the coolest humans ever) and i am not in it. not even a mention. ah well. i found descartes to be especially inspiring. he basically never left his bed. so i too took to my bed to see if i could come up with something as influential as "i think, therefore i am" whilst lying there. it didn't work. but don't give up on me yet my fellow philosophes-----one day. one day.
unlike descartes, i must work to support myself. and my hobbies. so i should really go and at least pretend to be deserving of the money i am making right now. ciaou.