I loved Batman. The cheesy one on television.
I hated Robin though. He was lame and he was taking my spot! I thought I would make a much better sidekick for the Batman than goofy Robin.
So in my imagination I'd play as if I were Batman's trusty and only sidekick, Shelly (no, no superhero name for me, just Shelly). I'd run through the house trying to catch the bad guys. Or I'd pretend to hop in the Batmobile and should "Come on, Batman!" as we zoomed off to save the day.
I loved Batman a lot. I sometimes blame that show for my lame sense of humor.

i am at my mom's.
i woke up way too early and tried in vain to get back to sleep.
here are some things that kept my bean spinning:

+ thinking of being on the beach in mexico with debra
+ thinking of selling some of joel's days there for money
+ thinking of my dogs who must be missing me again
+ how the vet's office didn't call danny back. unacceptable.
+ how messed up that hank's pills suddenly don't have the same effect
+ unplugging the glade plug ins
+ megan and mady
+ hannah
+ cigarette smoke
+ online classes
+ facebook
+ my disney book

eventually i just woke up. i caught up on lj which was you know doesn't take long anymore.
i wrote my morning pages.
i got my art bag out of the other room so i could get my disney notes to continue with my trip report on the disboards.
i felt badly that i couldn't let mister, the sweet little bichon, in the room with me but it's megan and mady's room and they say no dogs allowed.
now i'm going to go do that trip reporting i mentioned. why does it seem so hard? it's just writing, something i've done every day of my life since i can't even remember when. i think i'm just lazy.

I would give it a name and make it my friend.

spend time alone!
you need time to rediscover yourself after a relationship ends.

i'm not mentioning the election or the state of our sad country, except to say thank the gods voters that Prop B passed in Missouri and life will be much harder on the puppy mill owners. not hard enough of course, or anywhere close to the life of a dog in a puppy mill, but it's very good.

i was supposed to go to the grocery store yesterday afternoon, but i decided i'd go this morning instead. now it's this morning and i'm thinking maybe i can put it off till much later this afternoon, or even tomorrow morning. i don't know why i hate the grocery store so much, but it is by far my most hated chore. partly it's because i hate the store i shop at. it's cheap but it's icky. plus it's on the other side of town, and i know lawrence isn't a big town at all, but i hate driving all the way there and all the way back to do something i don't want to do. it's not quite as bad when hannah can go with me and help, but it's hard to schedule when she's in school.

it's early release day. we should maybe go to the grocery store but instead we're driving away to a decent theatre and seeing that owl guardian movie she's been wanting to see since she saw the first trailer. after that we're going to the art supply store to see what we might want to put on our letter to santa. i'm thinking watercolor paper to make into journals now that i know how. some liquid acrylics. maybe some lumiere water colors. cleear gesso. and maybe they have some bookbinding supplies.

then home. dinner. and after that alan will come over which will be really really good. that can never happen enough.

it is only 52 degrees.
no wonder i'm so cold.

Hannah and I are waiting for the Tryyaki delivery man to get here. Man or woman, I don't care. I'm just hungry and want to eat. #3. extra steamed rice instead of salad. Because they put the salad in with the rest of the food so it gets plenty hot before you eat it. No very tasty. The rest of the meal is though. 
Hannah is watching an old episode of the Daily Show. The dogs are wandering around the food and barking at each other. No, Henry is barking and the other two are looking at him trying to get him to stop barking. Everyone is tired of it. Of his barking and his never ending pacing after the sun goes down. I wish I understood it.
And I wish I were eating some yummy asian chicken with lots of rice. Oh and we got egg rolls tonight. Awesome.

well i have been in two relationships with a significant age difference.
when i was 19 i dated steve who was 30. it was not a good thing. he was an alcoholic jerk and i was too young, naive and romantic to notice.
when i was 29 i dated the 19 year old eben. that was much better. it was a fantastic relationship, but ultimately ended in large part because we were at totally different places in our lives.
so i guess my opinion is they come with a lot of potential difficulties, but can be incredible when they work out.

I wish I knew more about history.
I already know a fair bit about history, but I want to know more. More in depth about stuff I know some about, and the basics for a bunch of other stuff.