“Save [me] from that harsh, uncomely puritanism that is having, in our own day, its curious revival.”

Quote is paraphrased from Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde


I have a confession, you guys.

I’m … I’m a total hedonist.

Shocking, I know.

But, I seriously am. That’s not to say that that is a bad thing. In fact, I think that most people are, at least to some degree. We buy and eat food that comforts us, we use soaps and shampoos whose scent pleases us, and wear clothes that make us feel good.

So, why bring this up?
Mostly because it crossed my mind at 6:48 AM this morning as I lay in my bed, luxuriating in my bamboo sheets. I wondered if anyone else rolled in around in their bed, simply because the softness felt good on their skin.

I do that sort of thing all the time. Mister Man swears that I am at least partially cat. When I argue with him, he scritches my head behind my ear until I shut up.1

I also make a point of combining food flavors so that I get something totally new. Case in point was last night’s dinner; mango pepper beef stir fry.  The sweet and the hot and the umami all combined into something that was ridiculously good.

Hedonists are often maligned. They are lumped into categories that include glutton, self-indulgent, lecher, libertine.

Why does wanting to enjoy the sensations of life – taste, touch, smell, sight, sound – immediately make me suspect or bad?

Maybe it is our somewhat repressed American heritage. Maybe it is a fear that wanting to enjoy sensations at such disastrous economic times is a sign of …I don’t know. Something bad. Like I said, I have no idea why people automatically assign hedonists to the 8th Circle of Hell, right alongside people who talk during movies. 2

Here is what I *do* know:

Sitting on the back porch, of a crisp cold day, eating a Honeycrisp apple, while having your hair washed3 by your friend as music plays nearby on a portable stereo?
Is bliss. And should be enjoyed by everyone, once in a while.





1 – Massaging and light scratching on my head? Wonderful way to dodge migraines. As I have those suckers at least twice a month, I’ll take anything that helps. Plus, it just feels good.

2—Case in point? Almost every literary quote that I looked up for “hedonism” pointed to Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.

3 – A friend and I discovered this sensation while camping one year. She has loooooooong, swooshy hair. She wanted to wash it but in our primitive campsite – no showers. So, I heated up some water, sat her on a camp stool away from the tents and washed her hair. She, in turn did my slightly less long hair. It was the best.thing.ever.

“You can’t imagine what a pleasure this complete laziness is to me: not a thought in my brain- you might send a ball rolling through it!”

Title is a quote by  Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy


Read. Analyze. Write. Read. Analyze. Write.
(Lather, rinse, repeat.)


I am supposed to be reading, writing, and doing homework today1. I’ve a ton of it due by tomorrow and it really needs doing.


SERIOUS case of the IDoanWannas.

Well, that’s not strictly accurate. I wanna do something. I want to write on my story. I want to do some editing on what I’ve already written. I want to finish the scene where my protagonists are arguing. I want to nap.

That’s what I want to do.

I don’t want to re-read Alice in Wonderland and deconstruct it into a three page essay. I don’t want to read Kant and Russell for Philosophy, nor do I want to write an autobiographical paper on why I feel a certain way about a given topic for same. I don’t want to read about that cocaine abusing fame chaser, Freud. Further, I don’t want to write a paper on the six different types of the teenage maturation process (early, late, average x gender).

I doanwanna! Idoanwanna! I donawanna!

But I will. Because I must. And once I get into the work, I will enjoy doing it.

At this point, I’m just whining and flailing and in general, enjoying a good tantrum before settling down to the work.

I figure I’ve got at least forty minutes of tantrum time before I have to get started.



1 – And laundry. Mustn’t forget the laundry.

Scheduling Sleep

In talking to Mister Man last night,  I realized that while I have planned for doing all the things that need doing this semester? I forgot to schedule in time for sleep.

Apparently, I thought that I could do without.

School right now is:

M, W –> 10.30 AM til 12.30 PM  –>Adolescent Psychology
M, W –> 2.00 PM til 3.30 PM –> Critical Thinking for English

T, Th –>4.00 PM til 7.00 PM –>Personality Pschology

Saturday –>1.00 PM til 4.00 PM –>Philosophy


Even with the driving time added in, its not too bad. Albeit, there WILL be lots and lots of reading and writing. No biggie. Momma can do that all day, every day. No problem.

I have to maintain the house, as well. Mister Man is working full time and The Girl is a 12 year old kid. We also have Big Boy, Destructo Kitty. Mess happens. No biggie. Momma can do that all day, every. No problem.

Also, we restarted the C25K program, added in yoga (as taught by Robert Gardner Wellness) and am trying to convert us to a modified paleo diet1.  But, I can do all that. All day, every day. No problem2.

*smacks forehead*
Oh, yes! I also want to write – keep up with my blog posts, continue with my fiction writing and get those submitted. I can do that.

Plus, speaking of writing, I am running that Talislanta campaign. Which I also need to get caught up on the serialized story and get that published.

Um. No biggie?

So, yes. Hmm…
Somewhere in all of that, I also need to do laundry and bathe and have some sort of social life so I don’t go screaming into the hills.










1 – Mostly trying to cut out processed foods and such. Limiting the number of grains and the like as well, too. The *problem* with this sort of eating is that it takes some menu thoughtfulness and grocery hopping, so as to avoid spending Giant Dollars on it.

2 – And if you know what I am referencing with the “all day, every, no problem” quotes, then …. *GIGGLES*