Deep thoughts

I'm digging into my Monday morning coffee with a zesty spoon.
I love long weekends. However, I still get this nagging feeling that somehow, sitting here on my couch while the clock ticks past 9am, that this is wrong. I'm very American that way. I can't relax very easily.

There's a natural guilt that's incorporated into the American psyche. Even if you work hard, there's always someone who's working harder than you. So, if you take time off - even a holiday - in the back of you mind, you know that someone else is considering you pathetic and lazy.

I think for me, these feelings result from two places: my history with the Catholic church, and my own messed up sense of values.
According to the church's doctrine, you were always guilty of something - sin, sin, sin. I remember convincing myself at 8 years old, that I would surely be struck dead because of all the sin I'd racked up by just being a regular kid (and possibly because of writing graffiti in pencil about Sherri Haywood on the bathroom doors at school).

Couple that fear with growing up in my house where I was always satirically questioned.

"Why are you so happy?!"

"Why are you eating again?!?!"

"Why are you always so down?!"

"Why are you so sensitive?!?"

My emotions and actions could never right the off-kilter balance of the household never mind the whims of "Our Lord and Savior."

Now, here, blessed with an entire day of free time, I'm fighting off the demons of the past that accuse me of excessive joy, gluttony, and sensitivity - and just committing to being myself. To me being me - with out the judgment. Without the guilt.

Come on Long Weekend!!!!

Come on Memorial Day weekend! Three days - yeah. So nice.
So, I'm quite relieved that the movers I hired are coming to fix the damage they made to my floors. Honestly, in this day and age when people screw you over left and right, I was really surprised to even hear from then again. But, they're supposed to come over this weekend and repair the scratches.
Very cool.
Another really cool thing is that I lost my bike lock keys in the move. (Okay, that's not cool, but I'm getting to the cool part.) The cool part is that when I had purchased my Kryptonite lock close to 10 years ago, I had registered the keys with the company. Two emails later, they are sending me two new copies of my keys free of charge.
What a boon!
Like I said, in this day and age when people are defacing Stonehenge just to make a buck, it's nice to know that there is some kind of human civility in our society.

So happy

I am so pleased with my new living arrangements. It only takes me 20 mins. max to get to work in the morning - (a nice change from my 45-60 minute previous travel time) and 5 mins. from the gym.
Yes!
Also, I have the best roommate in the world.

Now, will someone buy this house for me? I walked by it last night and I am in love.

It's only 2.5 million.

I haven't written in quite some time. I survived the move. It was one of the most physically difficult things to do. A true endurance challenge - mentally and physically - and I even had hired movers! Well, I'm hoping to stay put for awhile. I won't be rushing to do that again.
So now, more than 2 weeks after the fact, I'm finally feeling caught up with sleep and things are slowly shaping up around the place.
I'm terrifically happy!
The finale of ANTM is t0night! Pretty excited about that one.

If you haven't seen it yet, this guy is hysterical.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAFI1i5FIBc

He's part tranny/mime/diva . . . you name it.