Blog titles

When something tickles me or strikes me as memorable, I call it a blog title.

Here are some that I came up with at the airport:

More ribs like window shades
Inspire me, but not too much.
How to be sad: Sleep enough.
City Mouse? Country mouse?
Cottage cheese arms.
Sneakers that zip.
I want the belly. Do I want the kid?
People that wear shirts but no shorts (this is KrisB's title)
Clear gelat.
Chiropract me.
Sad about the pink nails.
Bready body, gluten face.
Sitting with a good man.
Men who like quinoa.
Pastel hotel room.
Paradise is not for living in.
I like the way he talks about her.
An ideas person.
Accepting support from a walker.
(With an Australian accent) "Come on, forge ahead. Come on!"
Hiding behind big wet eyes, guffawing.

O.L.

Celia about died laughing when I yodeled/moaned in a Disney-like voice, "oooooohhhh life!"

I am happier than I have been in a long time. I made a list yesterday of things that I'd like to accomplish in this lifetime. I did as *they* said, and put each wish in past tense, as if I'd done it.

I wrote a very cathartic and truthful blog.
I had an amazing, loving relationship with my partner.
I had an successful career, self created.
I was a wonderful cook!
She (me) was a wonderful singer/songwriter/storyteller/artist/entertainer.
Fearless!

I really want the love wish.

Being part of community. Gosh, that's why I'm here. To be part of community, to glue it all together and make it a little more peaceful and a little more fun. Now I have this time, which is still jammed, yet, it's fuller. I actually feel like I have more blood, more body, I'm more woman. These parts of me are acknowledged. For no amount of money, will I be a machine.