Stix on the Beach: Tales From The Happiest Hooker!

Wish Upon A Star

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do...

Wishing You All A Magical 2012!
xoxo

Heart & Console

 
You're never fully dressed without a smile!

If you follow me on Twitter, you know I went with my daughter, Marissa, to a private party at Disneyland for Cast Members on Tuesday night. And in the first five minutes of arriving, I ran into the guy I have been crushing on for close to six years! Before I knew it, I was wrapped up in his signature warm hug. Then he introduced me to his new girlfriend. It was like I was stuck in that screechingly annoying "Ironic" Alanis Morrisette song! Imagine this being played out as if it were a scene on the Gilmore Girls. That's exactly how it went down.

I knew Marissa was trying to (over)compensate for the fact I was standing there in silence, as if not understanding English or human social customs, because I saw her take his girlfriend's hands in both of her's and slightly shake the young woman while screaming, "IT'S SO GOOD TO MEET YOU! SO, SO GOOD!" Wait, I take that back. I did shake his girlfriend's hand, 'cause I remember the look of concern on her face, like I was stroking out or something.

I continued just staring at Tall, Dark, and Handsome until I caught something out the corner of my eye: my escape! I had to get to Sleeping Beauty Castle before I lost my shit and blurted out everything I planned to tell him if we met up that night...if he were still single. Plus, I was afraid Marissa (who is such a royal diplomat) was getting to the point of inviting his girlfriend over for tea and crumpets. Suddenly I was all, "I HAVE TO GO." It was either that, or break out into "I'd Be Surprisingly Good For You" from Evita.

The moment I started sprinting up Main Street, the lights turned off, the cinematic Christmas music came on, and it started to snow. If this had been a cheesy Nora Ephron movie, that would have been Tall, Dark and Handsome's cue to come chasing after me. Alas, the only person running behind me was someone desperate to get to the two-dollar churro cart.

Truthfully, I don't know how new his girlfriend is because I stopped communicating with TD&H a while back. You see, I fell for him hard a couple of Christmases ago (I saw our mutual love for ambrosia as a sign we were meant to be together). And I think maybe he might have been about to do the same for me. And the two reasons why I stopped that ship from sailing were: I am too old for him. He is too young for me. Yes, a nine-year age difference is a totally lame excuse. I get that now.

And now would be a great time for us to be together, 'cause that age difference doesn't seem all that different to me at this point. In my defense though, when we first met six years ago (and I'm pretty sure there was a mutual attraction even back then), those nine years seemed almost criminal. But none of this matters, 'cause right now he has a girlfriend.

And they are probably very much enamored with one another and eating ambrosia together.

Storm Watch

Me and Kali pretending we live in Forks, Washington.

It rained yesterday. During daylight hours. We could stare at  it. And walk in it. And finish decorating the Christmas tree to it. Now it's back to the same ol' Southern California suckass sunshine. But for a few glorious hours yesterday, it rained.

Not only did it rain, but it was also cold! Which meant I got to bundle up in the cute winter coat Marissa bought me this weekend when I walked with her partway to work. Our path takes us past the Anaheim Duck's training rink, where we often see a bunch of rich-looking white guys getting hockey sticks out of expensive SUVs, but I wouldn't know a Duck even if one came up and quacked in my face.

The stroll in the storm put me in a festive mood. So when I got home, I finally finished decorating the tree and did a bit of Martha Stewart (if she fell of her meds) improvisation around the living room. Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to restrain myself from setting up the Nativity scene in some sort of inappropriate manner? Does anyone remember what I accidentally did to the sheep that one year? I have the photo on Flickr, which will be available again once I have my pro-account back up. Anyways, there are three adult females in the scene and I couldn't figure out which one was Mary. Then I had a flash of Big Love. But I stopped myself because as a Pagan-at-heart, I respect different religions. And I like being different from many religious people in that way.

Now the apartment looks and feels all wintery and Christmasy while I keep an eye out for the next chance of rain.

Slumber Party

I caught a cold, well, a cold caught me, 'cause who really wants to catch a cold, right? Kali has not left my side, which means we've been livin' the high-on-Nyquil-life on this couch for days. We get comfortable together snuggled up against the finished ripple and half-finished cluster afghan and settle in for a long winter's nap.

Or sometimes we just stare at one another.


Or fall asleep looking at the Christmas tree that needs more decorating.

We wake up to a Christmas tree still not completely decorated.

And we fall back to sleep again.

I'm glad my yearly-at-the-end-of-the-year cold is clearing out, 'cause I have big plans next week that requires me to be bundled up in thermal and tights in the freezing forty-degree weather at night. A  sweet cream cheese filled pretzel shaped like Mickey Mouse is involved.