The Studio

Teehee, so, usually once (maximum twice) a year, I indulge myself in an act of complete and utter vanity. This year, it was kind of requested... ;-)

Well, here goes -- if you would like for me to make your life easier by just _telling_ you what I want for my birthday and Christmas, here is the "official" list. hehe.

In order of most desired to well, I dunno, most silly request:
creme brulee torch
ipod nano
cheese board/cutting/slicing tool
cocktail glasses
buddha board
garlic press
dresser
headboard
nike running shoes
brown boots
paper shredder
square casserole dish
hybrid bicycle - Trek 7200 or Bianchi Boardwalk
bike rack
stand mixer (jenn-air)
blender (jenn-air)
food processor

Hmmm, I'm detecting a theme in my requests. I can't say if that's good or bad.

Everyone reading this should make note that while I acquiesced to those wanting the list, this by no means is an indication that I don't like surprises, because I really do. It also doesn't mean that you should feel compelled to get me something, unless you are related to me by blood. =)

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

I love people watching. Sometimes I'll just plop myself down somewhere with lots of foot traffic, and I'll watch people go by. It's fun to make up back stories for the folks shuffling along, pre-occupied with their microcosm, oblivious to the outside world. I'm sure I'm much the same way -- but still it's fun to watch others go about.

I try to figure out what may have happened in these people's past that made them the way they are when I see them. How did the affluent lady, with the world seemingly at her will, get so caustic and bitter? What gave the lonely old man such a sunny disposition? These are the thoughts that I ponder as I people watch.

Sometimes, when I'm too busy to go out and people watch, the same thoughts turn inwards and onto the people I know -- often my family. Those of you who know my mother, or have heard me speak of her, know that she's the worst paranoid in the world. Mostly her paranoia is directed at me and things that could hurt me or go wrong in my life. Yet, few of you know that she was a fiesty, fearless, and vivacious young lady. She was probably a lot like me when she was my age -- pig-headed, iron-willed, adventurous, sausy...

Yet, somewhere between then and now, life happened. Something in her life made her suspicious, paranoid, sometimes irrational, sometimes cranky. What was it? And don't you dare say Motherhood! =P

What's there to prevent the very same thing from happening to me? What if I grow up to be someone I wouldn't like if I met them today? Who's to say what the future has in store for any of us? How much control do you have over life, and how much control does life have over you?

So much to ponder...

What's this life anyway?
What's it to you and me?
What's it to anyone?
Who are we supposed to be?
Make me a storybook
Write me away from here
I need a different now

Where we can wear each other for awhile
I'll len you my tears if I could borrow a smile
I'll get through tomorrow somehow today
Happy After...

Once upon these days

There's four roads to anywhere
Four ways to everything
We were unbreakable
We spoke our destiny
Let's take a moment out
Go were we never go
Let's make a new world now

Where we can wear each other for awhile
I'll lend you my tears if I could borrow your smile
We'll get through tomorrow somehow today
Happy After...

Once upon these days

Then one day we'll find
when we're looking back at this time
Wondering how we've come so far from this
When we close our eyes

What's this life anyway
What's it to you and me
What are we doing here
Who are we supposed to be
I'll take a better world
I'll take anything
I'll take our little world now

Where we can wear each other for awhile
I'll lend you my tears if I could borrow your smile
We'll get through tomorrow somehow today
Happy After...

Once upon these days...

...what you wish for. How come I'm never good at heeding good advice?? Sigh*