Boo'd Up

By some strange stroke of the key or mouse, I selected "in a relationship" instead of "single" on facebook. Call it prophetic or a freudian typo but the attention I received as a result was amazing. I got a salty text while hard at work "Oh, I had to find out on fb that you're in a relationship?" Now, I'm not the "don't bug me while I'm working type"...I can multitask. But I am the "don't call or text me with stupid sh*t" type. What bugged me the most was I responded! Because I was so sure I selected "single", I had no idea what this person was talking about. But, I started thinking...its my fb page. Mine, not yours, but mine! If I want to put a picture of my face on the body of sheep and post it on MY facebook spot( my worst fear about my picture on the internet btw), guess what? I can do that (I think). Why? Because its MINE! But I'll keep it real...that's not how I responded. I said "What?? I chose single." Now this seemed to soothe the savages but I had to wonder what's wrong if I am in a relationship? And if I am, who is privy to that information? And if someone had to find out on facebook, is that a new cardinal sin? No, I'm not dating anyone, including the person who tried to chin check me. But I want to date, I want to check that "in a relationship" box. In fact, I want to do a Tony Wideman and put I AM MARRIED at the top of my facebook page.

Unique constellation of attributes

"Must Love Dogs" ran back to back tonight( I slept during the first run, surfed the web during the second run). John Cusack's character describes Diane Lane's character as a "unique constellation of attributes." I think I'm a unique constellation of attributes! Really, I do and really, I am.

All bundled within the constellation that is me is someone who, as my mother says, "will give anything a whirl." I've been a real estate broker, notary(insert my mom's laugh here), a train dispatcher, social worker(x4), substitute teacher, probation officer, drug counselor, waitress, business owner, errand runner. I may have left something out but moving on...

I like most animals, spicy food, wood burning fireplaces. I like to read, laugh and gossip. I dont like to be cold or to feel unwelcome. The airport is one of my favorite places. New Orleans is one of my favorite destinations. Gates BBQ(anything on the menu) and Pearl's Oyster Bar(the crab pan roast) in Kansas City are my favorite restaurants- I miss them when I come back to California. I like when IFC shows the blaxploitation films featuring Pam Grier.

I love funny men because my dad is a practical joker. Men who take themselves too seriously, especially those with no good damn reason, IRK me. Women too. I like my status as a "UCA."

My bed is my island

Those who know me know that I am not a "bed" person. I am not one of those people who always seem to be asleep or napping when you call them. In fact, I am usually doing something that is the exact opposite of sleeping when my friends call... working out, shopping, on my computer. But my bed is my island. I have always kinda had this idea that when I am relaxing on my bed, sleeping in my bed, reading on my...well you get the gist, my bed is my safe haven. Nothing can harm me, I am perfectly safe there. My Bible is within reach, as is my gratitude journal. So that probably explains how I ended up there on New Year's Eve night. All that day, I had these visions of being at a fabulous soiree. I made a dozen calls to find out where"the party" was going to be, only to end up on the island. Now the island is not a bad place to be, everyone seems to feel welcome. My BFF was visiting from Virginia during the holidays. She spent the night in the guest room but the next morning she hopped on the island and watched tv with me. She didnt ask first, she knows she doesnt have to. That's life on the island. Maybe I'll christen it, give it a name...Christa Rica, Chrimaica, Chrihamas, Chriwaii, St. Christa.