Have I mentioned how great it is being me? Mark that one for the record, please. Being me rocks.

It may seem a little silly to say such a thing, but I really do have things pretty good. The other day someone gave me a quizzical glance as I was smiling to myself, and I couldn�t help but laugh and explain, �Sometimes being in my head is a good place.�

Whereas it�s mostly sunshine and rainbows in there, the past few days have been exceptionally great ones.

On Thursday I cut out of work at 6 o�clock -- the earliest I�ve skipped out of there in a long time -- and headed over to the Body Shop for their 25% off sale for all Love Your Body members. I spent all day getting excited about it, as Weetabix and I exchanged emails on the different products we liked and what all we were going to buy with our super-sale cards.

Amidst all the soaps, I find it appropriate to say that I cleaned up at The Body Shop -- har har. I got myself some vitamin E moisturizer, vitamin E eye cream, eye shadow in what should be called Porn Star Blue, normal-colored eye shadow that looks really pretty, lip liner in Clover, lipstick in Clover, really boring but good face powder, Hemp Hand Protector, a really pretty purple makeup bag, five bars of soap, and some lip butters.

I about $75 for everything -- $50 of which was spent on three items. Damn I�m good.

On Friday I went a little north of my hood for the Chicago Gay Men�s Choir�s holiday performance. My lovely friend was in the show, and he was fantastic! It looks like I found me a salsa dance partner, except he�ll have to play the boy�s part if he�s going to spin me around. Damn, he�s a good dancer. And those tights when he was dressed like an elf... *wink-wink*

After the performance we went to a hush-hush party that only the cool kids were invited to. I found out that if you mix a cape cod with some Sprite and add a lemon and a lime, it�s way yummier than just a plain ol� cape cod. We were some of the last people to leave the party, as we ended up getting stuck in a group of people who were eager to chat it up. Luckily we were able to resist talk of going out so one of them could hook up with the bartender, and I cabbed it back home.

I spent much of Saturday lounging around the house, rereading The Hitchhiker�s Guide to the Galaxy, petting the kitties, and trying not to do all too much. I was lazy and useless, and when I stepped outside at 6:30 for the first time all day long, it was a complete surprise to me that there was snow on the ground.

A character who has yet to receive a pseudonym and I were off to Evanston to see The Bumblinni Brothers, this acrobat group that sounded like they�d be fun to see. Mapquest fucked us over, and we ended up circling downtown Evanston, looking at all of the yummy restaurants while looking for the theater.

Thirty minutes after the show started, we finally found the theater, but there was no one to let us in. I took the opportunity to empty my bladder, and we went in search of food.

As I said before, we circled that downtown several times over, seeing all sorts of food choices around. But wouldn�t ya know that as soon as we were looking for food, there was no findings to be found. I made a joke about getting gnocchi in Skokie, and off we went for a tour of the suburbs.

I merely blinked in both Skokie and Arlington Heights, and we landed in Schaumburg for some gnocchi. The wait was long, so we had smoothies in the 20-degree weather to hold us over. Those little gnocchis were yummy, and my belly was happy.

We finished off our tour of Chicago�s suburbs looking for geese in Lombard. And just as there was no gnocchi in Skokie, there were no geese in Lombard. However, the potato dumplings covered with a tomato vodka sauce and the company I had throughout that evening made it a wonderful way to spend a Saturday night.

I slept in and napped away as much of Sunday as possible. Everyone I know called to yak with me at some point or another over the weekend, so I called my family as not to leave them out. Maa made some comment about how the family was half expecting me to bring Ming with me to Houston to leave her with them, and the candle was lit.

Now I hope that fire is warm enough under my ass to get it moving so I can get a kitty carrier and everything together for Ming�s big trip to Texas to her new home. Between the fighting and the attention needed, Ming isn�t the ideal pet for me right now. However, she�d love my parents� busy house with everyone in and out, all of the snuggling, and all sorts of bath mats to shit on instead of my lonely one.

Now before you start sending me hate mail about being a good kitty mama and taking responsibility for my decisions, so realize that I went into this with the best intentions. I seriously thought Hambone would want a playmate. But since he�s done nothing but sit on my passenger pillow and pout since getting Ming (mind you, occasionally getting up to kick the shit out of her), I think it would be best if they were separated.

My parents have a fantastic track record for cats. The last few all lived to be well over ten years old. And then, they only fell due to the woes of old age. Ming will have her desired level of love and attention, plenty of kitty food, a playmate named Monkey Tail who will likely be more accepting than Hambone.

And truthfully, if worse comes to worse and I want my cat back, I�ll go get him in May when everyone I know is having herself a kid.

So the cat situation is taken care of, pending the purchase of an airline-friendly kitty carrier.

And to further explain just how good it is to be me, I just got back from Jamba Juice where they gave me a large smoothie for the price of the little one.

So I got good deals on soaps and makeup, got to see an awesome friend sing and dance, ate one of my favorite foods with one of my favorite people, and I�ve found a good home for a kitty I love but can�t really handle right now.

Yes, mark that one for the record. Being me does indeed rock.�