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*