It's Charlotte's World: We Just Shake Our Heads & Nod In Disbelief...

I have to say that inspiration usually hits me at wierd times.  I'll go to an art exhibit & see something that totally hits me square in the heart.  Or, I'll be driving along the road and see a color & I'm totally floored by it.  Sometimes it's a song, or a conversation, or when my downward spiral hits, depression causes me to get more creative.

Numero UNO rule:  Friends don't let friends take pictures of other friends/coworkers with giant phallic buildings coming out of their heads. 'Nuf said.

I've had 3 cups of coffee & I'm fuckin' wired.  I usually drink 1 cup, like first thing in the morning, but, never more than that.  I got work to do! I think that right now,  I could run up & down the 15 flights of stairs in my office building & still have enough energy to run home.  

I must learn to repeat this mantra:  Coffee is NOT my friend.  

I guess just call me Tweak...

If you could rename yourself in real life, what would you choose, and why?

Well, I never really had a problem with my first name, Charlotte.  I remember as a kid, I kinda hated it because of all the "Charlotte's Web" comments, but, then I realized (mind you, this was 20 years ago) that I was uNiQuE.  I was the only Charlotte in my grade school, high school, and college.  Pretty sweet.  Now, I think in part to "Sex & the City" my name is starting to become a little more common.

But, if I could choose my name?  Hmmm.... I'd probably go with something a little more traditionally Irish.  Maybe, Gwen, or Moira, something that reflects my heritage a little more.

I really don't know how I feel about this.  I mean, I understand that our government is watching out for us, but, yet, I get that weird, uneasy feeling deep in the pit of my stomach.  I feel that any moment now we might be just a few steps away from a police state.  I wish people would become more aware and involved in what our government is doing, instead of just sitting there like bumps on the log.  We don't realize the power of ourselves, we'd just rather sit there and let the chips fall where they may, and it is truly disheartening.

"It was curious to think that the sky was the same for everybody, in Eurasia or Eastasia as well as here. And the people under the sky were also very much the same—everywhere, all over the world, hundreds or thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people who had never learned to think but were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world."

- George Orwell, 1984, Book 1, Chapter 10

How funny is this?  And I haven't been a key-op in like 3 YEARS!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  I took this test like two years ago & it said I was the optimistic newbie!



http://www.okcupid.com/tests/489083534552535621/should-I-work-at-Kinko's

So, I did it. It, being the word mentioned above.  Yeah, that kinda ugly sounding word which is defined as follows:

ultimatum

I told Mr. Tom that he has one year to propose to me or we're through.  Now, some may say, "But, Copy Princess, why you making such a demand on him?"  To that I reply, we've been together for EIGHT freakin' years!  I wouldn't make this demand if we'd only been going out for a year or two.  He's being a chicken for some bullsh!t reason.  I'm not sure if he thinks I'm superficial or all about $$$, but, I'm not.  I'd rather be happy than well off.


Tom came to visit me while I was in Memphis.  We had a lovely time hanging out & being a couple.  And since it was our anniversary, I asked him point-blank, "Why don't you want to marry me?"  And as usual, I got the deer-caught-in-the-freakin'-headlights look.  I told him that I want kids and I want them with him.  To which, he replies, "Really?  You want kids with me?  Even if they have (insert whole slew of medical catasthropies)...?"  I, in turn, say "D'uh dumbass.  So what if they get blah-blah condition from YOU, they can get or be blah-blah condition from ME!  Or, they could be a total crap shoot and get stuff that neither of us knows about."  So, that's when we started talking more about kids and apparently a lesbian couple that's friends with Tom, more acquaintance with me, asked my better half if he'd be interested in "donating".  This really pissed me off, because ANYTIME I've mentioned KIDS or had the "SCARE" (come on ladies, you know you've ALL done this at least ONCE...) he has gone WHITE.  I then calmly turned to him & said, "Honey bunny, (in my most sickeningly, sweet voice) did you THINK about asking ME what I THOUGHT about this SITUATION?  Because, I know that you've freaked out on me on the two occasions when I THOUGHT I was pregnant."  He responded, "No, I didn't do it.  Stop looking at me that way, Copy Princess.  And I wouldn't even consider it.  Again, stop looking at me that way."

Fast forward a couple days later, and that's when I dropped the bomb diggity above.  We were partaking in a quite delicious apple dumpling from Blue City Cafe on Beale Street.  We started talking again about our relationship, and I started really laying it out on the line.  I told him from my heart that I wanted him to be with me and I want to move onto the next stage of my life (thank you Erik Erikson...) It felt really good to tell him what I was thinking and feeling.  He sat there and took it all in.  In a way, I wish he could express himself more openly, but, ya' takes what ya's gets. 

What are your favorite and least favorite words? Any reasons why?

I  absolutely love the words "giggle", "bubble",  "snarky" and "miffed"; they're just words that roll right off my tongue.  Especially "giggle", whenever I say that word, it causes me to giggle.  Seriously.

Words that I hate, hmm...  The only word that really pisses me off is c-nt.  I can't stand it when men use that word.  It's demeaning and hurtful against women. 

What was the last wedding you went to? Were you in the wedding?

Wow... The last wedding I was at, and just so happened to be in, was my dear friends Miss Holly & Mr. Brent('cept, I guess Miss Holly wouldn't really be Miss Holly anymore...) It was a lot of fun. And in just a few weeks, it will be their 5 year anniversary. Which is totally amazing, considering how the rate of divorce is in this country. They have a wonderful, intelligent, (and somewhat devilish) little boy, Nayson, (aka Sha-Nay-Nay) and I think how lucky and blessed they are that they have each other. Things may not always be sunshine and gumdrops, but, I think if you and your partner can make it through the tough times, you realize how trivial sunshine and gumdrops truly can be.

P.S.:  BTW Harry, you owe me $5. I *TOLD* you they were gonna make it to five years. Now, seven, that's a whole other story...

P.S.S.:  Tom, sweetie, I wish you'd just realize how much I really love you.

So, I just got back from a trip to Baton Rouge, LA.  My team and I decided for fun we'd drive the hour to New Orleans.  We did the whole tourist-y thing.  We drove to the French Quarter and apparently, we did the "new" tourist-y thing, the "Devastation Tour".  We drove right by the Superdome, and on the infamous stretch of I-10.  It was troubling, because the city still had the horrible scars from Katrina, which we saw first hand when we went for a drive into some of the neighborhoods. 

I think the most troubling scene I saw was that of a house in the 9th Ward.  It was an older house, with a window right by the front door.  In the window was the infamous FEMA "inventory" marker.  The "X" was filled on all four sides, meaning that there were bodies found in that house.  But, there was a small child sitting on the stoop of this house, playing.  I guess what shocked me so much was the fact that a family was still living there (who may have lost members of their family) with that ugly scar from Katrina.  It sickens me with how we are witnessing a demise of a city and nobody seems to know what the solution to the problem *SHOULD* be.  I wonder what the consequences of this storm will be on the city within five years, and even beyond.