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Saturday, Sept. 17, 2005
The Whole Ugly Story

Okay y'all, quick note here. The ugly thing? That was a joke. It goes way back to even before I started on Diaryland. Dangerspouse and I staged a mock "war of the uglies" to claim superiority in the ugly department. It was just the two of us having fun, back-and-forth heckling one another. No, I don't feel particularly attractive these days, but I'm also not staring at a broken mirror and contemplating a face transplant.

Mainly because I can't afford it, bwahahaha!

But I digress.

I'm going back on Atkins, though. Haven't gained back all the weight I lost, thank goodness. I have definitely gained back a lot of it, entirely too much. I stuck with the diet for several months before and I can and will do it again. This time around I have no children living with me so can't blame them if I break it. My only downfall - and I can beat it - is that every Friday morning at work somebody delivers fresh donuts, bagels, and more from a local bakery. We're talking enough sweet stuff to keep the average kid on a sugar high for at least six months.

I also want to get my bicycle fixed. I can't do it; I can't even remember how to replace an inner tube (pathetic, I know) but on this bike the seat needs help from a pro. No matter how many times I tighten the bolts to the thing, they come loose and it swivels when I ride it. Annoying as heck.

No, it isn't a BMX special or anything that snazzy. Matter of fact it's a granny bike because that's all I can ride. Several years ago I lost my ring and pinkie fingers on my left hand, which makes a hand brake virtually impossible to manage. Last time I tried riding a bike with hand brakes I nearly flipped myself head-first when I tried to stop. The whole health benefits of the ride are kind of negated when you're flat-out on the pavement and waiting for an ambulence to come scrape you off of the ground.

And don't feel sorry for me over the loss of fingers. I still type about 60-70wpm, play keyboard (if you can call what I do playing.) You get the idea. I can't say I was thrilled to burn off a couple of digits when I was a teenager; even then, though, I was philosophical about it, and any more I don't even think about it - it's just part of who I am. There are people I've known for months before they even noticed.

I did get my wine last night, and no, I didn't pay $2.99 a bottle for it. I paid $2.94 a bottle for it, hehehe. (And an aside to Art: an oenophile is a wine afficianado. I didn't know either until someone else here on Diaryland filled me in.) I just had one glass, which I nursed over about an hour and a half or so. It was more than adequate for me to get a nice buzz. I really am a lightweight in that department, mainly because I don't drink often, and never have smoked or done drugs. My body might not win any beauty contests but I do care enough about it not to do something that stupid to it. No matter how much I pretend otherwise from time to time, I'm not interested in becoming falling-down drunk, ever.

I compromised on the issue of alcohol because I know there are actual health benefits to wine in moderation.

Well, time for me to get my act together this morning if I plan to take it on the road (and I do.) I've got the dishes done. Still gotta clean out the truck and take the trash to the dumpster and take a shower - not necessarily in that order. I'll be taking my digicam along for the ride, and hopefully will get a few more shots off with that to post here tomorrow.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )