Last day of August. Still green. The little icon for chatting in Facebook is green...I should say, it's green when someone is online and chattable. I like this icon because it represents contact with other humans. I also hate this icon, for fear of who might want to chat me up. In all honesty, though, I'm typically the one chatting the other greenies up. I have a few regulars who I look for in the green category. Probably first and formost, Shari. One of my oldest friends. We chat maybe two evenings a week, mostly about the meaning of life, a little rehashing of stupid shit we did in the 7th grade, and our own misgivings as people as we navigate this crazy trip we are on. I look for my sister, who is obsessed with Farmville, which, in my opinion, is an even bigger waste of time than waiting for someone's green light to come on. My niece and nephew, who NEVER try to chat with me first...why do I look for them? Shirly, aka Cheryl. Another very old friend...much older than I in fact...who I rarely see online anymore. Just one more thing about that green light. It really lets you see who is awake in the wee hours of the morning when I am. Pretty much, two people, both of whom live in a different time zone. I try to never look for the green lights at 5am. Only at night...and sometimes during the day when everyone is at work, "working." Gnight August. Gnight green.

Still August. Still green theme. Last night, I drank many margaritas, all of which were green. I felt happy, light-hearted, fun, engaging, and then, I started seeing double, or in various shades of fuzz. Hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was done. I got horizontal on my friend's couch, which was not green, but I didn't pass out. I didn't even fall asleep right away, just knew that horizontal was a much better position to process the shades of fuzz. I woke up at 11:30 pm after the other old guests who can't stay up past 10 were gone, the house was quiet, and I thought about my kids waking up and not finding me there, so I peed, got my stuff, and walked home. I felt a little bit like a college kid, walking home after the party, enjoying the night sky, wondering how those green margaritas would feel in the morning. This morning, as I sit here in my green pajama pants, I'm thankful for ibuprofin, and soft beds, and couches, and those wonderfully green margaritas.

August blog posting theme: green. I drove a mint green rabbit from the time I was 16 until about 27, when the driver's side window finally fell into the door. I couldn't deal with the plastic covering I had duct taped around the edge of the window to keep the elements out, so finally had to bite the bullet and buy something newer. They gave me 50 bucks on a trade in, a transaction I immediately regretted, as I had a friend who didn't have a car and would have gladly paid me more than that for it. When I asked the saleman if I could buy the car back, he said, yeah, for 500 bucks. Bastard. That pale green rabbit served me well for many years, carting teenagers around, stuffing them in the trunk for drive in movies, taking me pretty much wherever I wanted to go. I knew of people who named their cars, but this one never had a name other than The Rabbit. A good memory of green for me.