Read the comments from the previous posts. This fucking thing won't let me cut & paste anymore. I'm gonna have to figure that out!
Anywayyyyyyy......
The episode with Tyler & Kaitlyn was heartbreaking. The way they stood up for themselves against the most tremendously difficult parents.
If my Mom had called my a stupid little bitch when I was 16, I still don't think I would be over it. And the way Tyler stood up to his Dad saying that a kid needs a lot more than love & that this situation was not good enough for his kid was amazing.
I cried, too, Carrie.
I hope those two make it. They'll be great parents one day. They're already great people. I just hope they make it out of that awful situation.
And then, if I was Jenelle waiting on her drunk loser boyfriend, Andrew, while having my Mom totally take care of my kid when I went out, & then told my Mom to "get the fuck out my face", I would still be picking myself up from the next week my Mom (or Dad) had kicked my ass into.
Is it because these families are so messed up that these girls make these bad choices?
Do they have poor male role models & that's why they pick such P.O.S. guys?
I only hold out hope for a few of them. Although I wish the best for them all.
I wish this would have been on when the hubby's niece was getting knocked up in high school. It might have given her a glimpse of the path she was choosing.
The path where the baby daddy split, did not contribute financially or emotionally, where college dreams were ruined & yet a beautiful little child was born.
It's a tough choice, all around. I'm just glad we have choices.
And yes, Secretia, education is the key. Absolutely!
Have a great night.
Also, Rest In Peace, Corey Haim. I'm pretty sure a Tiger Beat photo of you was on my wall my eighth grade year. I love, love, loved the Lost Boys.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Watching & Sometimes Even Thinking
I've been watching a lot of tv the last few weeks. Don't know why. Lots of interesting things are on I suppose.
I still watch Intervention & Hoarders. And always, always No Reservations. Although I don't think Tony's quite as cool as he used to be.
I'm over American Idol already & I just watched it for a few weeks.
America's Next Top Model is getting ready to start & I love that. But I only watch it on dvr & I fast forward through everything but the pictures & the judging. I don't see any of the the drama that goes on in the house.
I do end up seeing it eventually, however, because I'll get caught up in a marathon season run on live tv, I think it's Oxygen, & I'll pause it enough to skip through the commercials but not enough to skip through the show.
There's also a show I've been watching that has really moved me. And it's really, really made me think.
It's 16 & Pregnant on mtv.
It's a good show. It's a sad show. It's a real show.
Now I've seen a lot of shit. I've done a lot of shit. But some of the stuff the girls do & go through on that show just blows my mind.
The way their parents talk to them. The way they talk to their parents. The way their boyfriends/baby daddy's talk to them & treat them.
Tonight's episode was the best Mom I've seen out of any of them but she had a lot of help from her Dad. Not her daughter's dad, but her dad. Her baby's daddy was a piece of shit.
One couple on there really broke my heart but totally impressed me by how grounded they were when their parents were so messed up. They chose adoption. It looked hard & it looked horrible but they made the best decision that they could make for themselves & their daughter.
It's just a really interesting show.
The only Dad that ended up being supportive was the one that gave the child up for adoption. And also another guy that ended up moving his new, young family into the 2nd floor apartment of his Grandma's house.
The rest of the time it shows these 16 year old girls struggling. Hating their lives & the choices they made & being basically abandoned by the baby's dads.
I think it is a really good example of why not to become pregnant at 16. Or at least why it would be so hard to be a Mom that young.
It haunts me.
I'm just hoping that there's a pill I can give my son when he's in his teens to keep him from knocking anyone up. Although he has his Dad's cautious approach to life so that gives me comfort. He's not like me ~ wild & reckless. Thank goodness.
I heard someone tell me the other day that you know if there was a birth control pill for guys that they would take it. That they would be much more diligent than teenage girls are.
I totally agreed, both at the time & still. But I'm not really sure why.
Are we always searching for love? And maybe at that young age some of us think that's gonna lock it in.
Or is it the standard, it won't happen to me?
I think it's both. What do you think?
Have a great night!
I still watch Intervention & Hoarders. And always, always No Reservations. Although I don't think Tony's quite as cool as he used to be.
I'm over American Idol already & I just watched it for a few weeks.
America's Next Top Model is getting ready to start & I love that. But I only watch it on dvr & I fast forward through everything but the pictures & the judging. I don't see any of the the drama that goes on in the house.
I do end up seeing it eventually, however, because I'll get caught up in a marathon season run on live tv, I think it's Oxygen, & I'll pause it enough to skip through the commercials but not enough to skip through the show.
There's also a show I've been watching that has really moved me. And it's really, really made me think.
It's 16 & Pregnant on mtv.
It's a good show. It's a sad show. It's a real show.
Now I've seen a lot of shit. I've done a lot of shit. But some of the stuff the girls do & go through on that show just blows my mind.
The way their parents talk to them. The way they talk to their parents. The way their boyfriends/baby daddy's talk to them & treat them.
Tonight's episode was the best Mom I've seen out of any of them but she had a lot of help from her Dad. Not her daughter's dad, but her dad. Her baby's daddy was a piece of shit.
One couple on there really broke my heart but totally impressed me by how grounded they were when their parents were so messed up. They chose adoption. It looked hard & it looked horrible but they made the best decision that they could make for themselves & their daughter.
It's just a really interesting show.
The only Dad that ended up being supportive was the one that gave the child up for adoption. And also another guy that ended up moving his new, young family into the 2nd floor apartment of his Grandma's house.
The rest of the time it shows these 16 year old girls struggling. Hating their lives & the choices they made & being basically abandoned by the baby's dads.
I think it is a really good example of why not to become pregnant at 16. Or at least why it would be so hard to be a Mom that young.
It haunts me.
I'm just hoping that there's a pill I can give my son when he's in his teens to keep him from knocking anyone up. Although he has his Dad's cautious approach to life so that gives me comfort. He's not like me ~ wild & reckless. Thank goodness.
I heard someone tell me the other day that you know if there was a birth control pill for guys that they would take it. That they would be much more diligent than teenage girls are.
I totally agreed, both at the time & still. But I'm not really sure why.
Are we always searching for love? And maybe at that young age some of us think that's gonna lock it in.
Or is it the standard, it won't happen to me?
I think it's both. What do you think?
Have a great night!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Fat Chick Getting a Coke
"White guy driving his car" thought the homeless lady as she stood on the downtown corner watching people wandering past.
"Young girl walking her dog."
"Fat chick getting a coke."
"Bitch" I thought as I sucked the straw and glared at her.
She smiled at me in shocked surprise.
"Young girl walking her dog."
"Fat chick getting a coke."
"Bitch" I thought as I sucked the straw and glared at her.
She smiled at me in shocked surprise.
50 to 1
I follow a blog called 50 to 1.
It publishes stories under 50 words & 1st Line entries.
Occasionally I submit stuff. I submitted the above piece & they didn't publish it, which pisses me off because it's my favorite I've ever written.
I love writing 50 word stories. Such a challenge. And sometimes that's all my attention span is good for.
Send me your 50 word stories & I'll post them here, if you'd like. I have a few more to post, which I will in the near future.
Have a great day!
It publishes stories under 50 words & 1st Line entries.
Occasionally I submit stuff. I submitted the above piece & they didn't publish it, which pisses me off because it's my favorite I've ever written.
I love writing 50 word stories. Such a challenge. And sometimes that's all my attention span is good for.
Send me your 50 word stories & I'll post them here, if you'd like. I have a few more to post, which I will in the near future.
Have a great day!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Teenage Appeal...
I love teen movies. I've said it before & I'll say it many times more.
I loved American Pie. Heathers is one of my all time favorites. I totally laughed the first time I saw Road Trip & Eurotrip. The Breakfast Club, 16 Candles & Pretty in Pink are still among my favorites. I also love Juno & Superbad. The list could go on & on & on.
I'll admit I am a kid at heart. I don't think I'll ever "grow up". Luckily for me, by hubby loves all the juvenile humor, too.
He really gets a kick out of my fondness for Twilight & the Harry Potter films but I like them for different reasons.
They're amusing story lines & the books were both interesting. I've actually only seen the first Harry Potter film & have only read the first book in the Harry Potter series & the first in the Twilight, also.
My following generalization comes from both of the films that I've seen:
In the Harry Potter film there was a tremendous amount of "swallowing acting." Like whenever they get into an iffy situation they look at each other with big eyes and do a big swallow for drama.
In Twilight, there was a lot of "sighing acting." Or "uncomfortable small clear of the throat acting." Or "ummm acting."
The hubby says it's because the actors are so green & that's just how they do it. I disagree.
There is a director there, there's editors after. Can you imagine a director yelling "so look at him & widen your eyes & do a big swallow gulp - ACTION"
Or on Twilight "now look really uncomfortable, look up, look down, make a weird noise & follow it with a sigh, then look at him - ACTION"
It must have a youth appeal that I'm just not getting but am totally amused by it.
It's like if you ever got smoked pot & got really high & tried to watch a movie - sometimes all you would see was "Acting." Not the story but just the actors acting.
I suppose that's why the few months in college when I was 19 & pretended to be a stoner I watched The Hobit on tv while listening to The Doors. Cartoons weren't "actors". I've still never actually seen that movie with the sound going. It would ruin the memory.
Now when I watch Twilight or Harry Potter, all I see is the swallowing & the sighing. I'm looking for it every second. I don't really watch them anymore because of it. But I did enjoy them both the first time.
I also have a habit of watching a movie the first time, just watching it. But on the second time & any additional time I'm seeing it I'm looking in the background. Looking at the actors that aren't speaking. Seeing what they're doing. where they're looking, the expressions on their faces. Or what the extras are doing in the background.
Seinfeld episodes are funny for that, too. Kramer & Jerry will be on front camera with George & Elaine in the background at the table or whatever. It's interesting to watch what they do. Pointing out things to each other in the paper. Whatever. It's a hobby. Or a habit. Try it & I guarantee you'll find it amusing. At least I do.
But I digress from the idea that produced this blog post:
Not long ago I watched a South Park episode about the Jonas Brothers & their purity rings & their complaint that the purity rings were overshadowing their music.
In response, Mickey Mouse tells them that by using this tactic he can sell sex to young girls & make it seem innocent.
It's one of the most interesting South Park episodes I've seen & made me think a lot.
The whole detailed description of the episode is at:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ring(South_Park)
It offers even more interesting info about the episode.
One thing it does leave out is Mickey's rant at the end of the concert that accidentally appears on the stage in front of all the thousands of tweenage girls:
When the Jonas boys decide they're being used, Mickey yelps that he's been in control of pop culture since the 50's.
Mickey, embodied here as a squawking, expletive spewing representation of perhaps the Disney Company, "can sell sex to little girls" deviously: The Jonas Brothers are packaged as safe & chaste, even as their music inevitabley gets the kids hot & bothered.
It's a very interesting topic for me.
My hubby made an interesting point about the Twilight books & movies being so delicious to teenage girls because Edward is the perfect guy: totally protects her, is passionate, an occasional kiss but it never goes too far. We didn't discuss the whole "could kill her" aspect but you could even further tie that in with implanting fear into teenage girls about the dangers of sex & losing control.
Whatever.
It's just something that was on my mind, ponging around as things are apt to do.
Not really a very passionate blogspot for me but something I find quite interesting.
Hope you're having a great night & please let me know your thoughts on this one.
I loved American Pie. Heathers is one of my all time favorites. I totally laughed the first time I saw Road Trip & Eurotrip. The Breakfast Club, 16 Candles & Pretty in Pink are still among my favorites. I also love Juno & Superbad. The list could go on & on & on.
I'll admit I am a kid at heart. I don't think I'll ever "grow up". Luckily for me, by hubby loves all the juvenile humor, too.
He really gets a kick out of my fondness for Twilight & the Harry Potter films but I like them for different reasons.
They're amusing story lines & the books were both interesting. I've actually only seen the first Harry Potter film & have only read the first book in the Harry Potter series & the first in the Twilight, also.
My following generalization comes from both of the films that I've seen:
In the Harry Potter film there was a tremendous amount of "swallowing acting." Like whenever they get into an iffy situation they look at each other with big eyes and do a big swallow for drama.
In Twilight, there was a lot of "sighing acting." Or "uncomfortable small clear of the throat acting." Or "ummm acting."
The hubby says it's because the actors are so green & that's just how they do it. I disagree.
There is a director there, there's editors after. Can you imagine a director yelling "so look at him & widen your eyes & do a big swallow gulp - ACTION"
Or on Twilight "now look really uncomfortable, look up, look down, make a weird noise & follow it with a sigh, then look at him - ACTION"
It must have a youth appeal that I'm just not getting but am totally amused by it.
It's like if you ever got smoked pot & got really high & tried to watch a movie - sometimes all you would see was "Acting." Not the story but just the actors acting.
I suppose that's why the few months in college when I was 19 & pretended to be a stoner I watched The Hobit on tv while listening to The Doors. Cartoons weren't "actors". I've still never actually seen that movie with the sound going. It would ruin the memory.
Now when I watch Twilight or Harry Potter, all I see is the swallowing & the sighing. I'm looking for it every second. I don't really watch them anymore because of it. But I did enjoy them both the first time.
I also have a habit of watching a movie the first time, just watching it. But on the second time & any additional time I'm seeing it I'm looking in the background. Looking at the actors that aren't speaking. Seeing what they're doing. where they're looking, the expressions on their faces. Or what the extras are doing in the background.
Seinfeld episodes are funny for that, too. Kramer & Jerry will be on front camera with George & Elaine in the background at the table or whatever. It's interesting to watch what they do. Pointing out things to each other in the paper. Whatever. It's a hobby. Or a habit. Try it & I guarantee you'll find it amusing. At least I do.
But I digress from the idea that produced this blog post:
Not long ago I watched a South Park episode about the Jonas Brothers & their purity rings & their complaint that the purity rings were overshadowing their music.
In response, Mickey Mouse tells them that by using this tactic he can sell sex to young girls & make it seem innocent.
It's one of the most interesting South Park episodes I've seen & made me think a lot.
The whole detailed description of the episode is at:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ring(South_Park)
It offers even more interesting info about the episode.
One thing it does leave out is Mickey's rant at the end of the concert that accidentally appears on the stage in front of all the thousands of tweenage girls:
When the Jonas boys decide they're being used, Mickey yelps that he's been in control of pop culture since the 50's.
Mickey, embodied here as a squawking, expletive spewing representation of perhaps the Disney Company, "can sell sex to little girls" deviously: The Jonas Brothers are packaged as safe & chaste, even as their music inevitabley gets the kids hot & bothered.
It's a very interesting topic for me.
My hubby made an interesting point about the Twilight books & movies being so delicious to teenage girls because Edward is the perfect guy: totally protects her, is passionate, an occasional kiss but it never goes too far. We didn't discuss the whole "could kill her" aspect but you could even further tie that in with implanting fear into teenage girls about the dangers of sex & losing control.
Whatever.
It's just something that was on my mind, ponging around as things are apt to do.
Not really a very passionate blogspot for me but something I find quite interesting.
Hope you're having a great night & please let me know your thoughts on this one.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tampax Ads ~ wtf?!
I watch tennis & am a huge Serena Williams fan. I think this blog is even a member of her official fan website.
My hubby laughs his ass off when I watch her play tennis because I talk to her & react to every shot & give advice & that is so not me. I am just not into sports like that. Not unless I'm playing them.
And for the record, I hate Justine Henin. She's a poor sport & a quitter. She waved a delayed serve to Serena years ago & then denied doing it to the official & she totally bailed out of a final with gastroenteritis when she was losing to Amelie Mauresmo. She's a poor sport & a sore loser.
I hope Serena wins the Australian Open no matter what I am getting ready to muse about. It's just thoughts & I still adore her.
I think she's an amazing player that does not fit the mold. She's a big, curvy, very dark skinned strong black woman & she is amazing. She is also the only athlete, aside from Roger Federer, in any sport, that I truly believe can win until they have actually lost. I never, ever believe they are out even if they are down.
Serena is in a Tampax Ad in People Magazine. It's the one with Heidi Montag-enstein on the front. (I made that term up myself, by the way :)
The ad says "Serena shuts out Mother Nature's monthly gift" & a few other cutesy things like "score a free sample at Tampax.com".
Puke. Or not?!
I'm not sure how to feel on this one.
Am I being a sexist?
I'm a total capitalist & I think you should make all the money you can on endorsements while you can because you are not gonna be on top forever, especially as an athlete, but I'm still not sure.
I was talking about this with a friend tonight & she said isn't anything private anymore?
Go to Perez Hilton, which I do at least a few times a week (down from several times a day, please note) & no, nothing is private now. But do I want to see it? Should my opinion change of her?
It hasn't, actually, because this People is from early last week & the last two nights I've been screaming at the tv for my girl to win. But I'm still left pondering.
I'm kind of a strike while the iron is hot kind of person cuz it probably won't last forever.
But choose the iron a bit more carefully please. But again, am I being sexist because it's Tampax? I think I would feel the same way about Federer doing Viagra or something but there really is no direct equivalent to compare to Tampax now is there?
Also, after her irate & vulgar explosion at a line's person at the US Open could her sponsorship opportunities have dwindled.
Who knows what Tiger may be pimping next year...He would be lucky to get Viagra.
Is the Tampax ad a respectable move or embarrassing? I so try not to judge but this one has left me feeling odd.
What do you think??!!
My hubby laughs his ass off when I watch her play tennis because I talk to her & react to every shot & give advice & that is so not me. I am just not into sports like that. Not unless I'm playing them.
And for the record, I hate Justine Henin. She's a poor sport & a quitter. She waved a delayed serve to Serena years ago & then denied doing it to the official & she totally bailed out of a final with gastroenteritis when she was losing to Amelie Mauresmo. She's a poor sport & a sore loser.
I hope Serena wins the Australian Open no matter what I am getting ready to muse about. It's just thoughts & I still adore her.
I think she's an amazing player that does not fit the mold. She's a big, curvy, very dark skinned strong black woman & she is amazing. She is also the only athlete, aside from Roger Federer, in any sport, that I truly believe can win until they have actually lost. I never, ever believe they are out even if they are down.
Serena is in a Tampax Ad in People Magazine. It's the one with Heidi Montag-enstein on the front. (I made that term up myself, by the way :)
The ad says "Serena shuts out Mother Nature's monthly gift" & a few other cutesy things like "score a free sample at Tampax.com".
Puke. Or not?!
I'm not sure how to feel on this one.
Am I being a sexist?
I'm a total capitalist & I think you should make all the money you can on endorsements while you can because you are not gonna be on top forever, especially as an athlete, but I'm still not sure.
I was talking about this with a friend tonight & she said isn't anything private anymore?
Go to Perez Hilton, which I do at least a few times a week (down from several times a day, please note) & no, nothing is private now. But do I want to see it? Should my opinion change of her?
It hasn't, actually, because this People is from early last week & the last two nights I've been screaming at the tv for my girl to win. But I'm still left pondering.
I'm kind of a strike while the iron is hot kind of person cuz it probably won't last forever.
But choose the iron a bit more carefully please. But again, am I being sexist because it's Tampax? I think I would feel the same way about Federer doing Viagra or something but there really is no direct equivalent to compare to Tampax now is there?
Also, after her irate & vulgar explosion at a line's person at the US Open could her sponsorship opportunities have dwindled.
Who knows what Tiger may be pimping next year...He would be lucky to get Viagra.
Is the Tampax ad a respectable move or embarrassing? I so try not to judge but this one has left me feeling odd.
What do you think??!!
Excuses Are Like Buttholes...
Everybody's Got One!!!
Where have I been?! I'll spill it but it still does not excuse it...
I've been traveling a lot. Loves it.
My hubby has been on the road a lot during the week for work which means that when I have insomnia I can lay in bed & watch tv instead of head to the office & mess around on the computer.
I did not get moved to salary plus commission, still 100% commission ~ oh yeah ~ so I have been out pedaling my ass to try to make sure my boss recognizes that's the best way to get me to perform.
And worst of all, my Mom had me dvr two episodes of American Idol tryouts because she was playing bridge & forgot to set her recorder & now I'm fucking addicted. It's embarrassing & I'm so annoyed that I just started watching this season & Simon is leaving & pill head Paula is not there. You Tube & SNL have given me a taste of what I missed on her, however.
Where have I been?! I'll spill it but it still does not excuse it...
I've been traveling a lot. Loves it.
My hubby has been on the road a lot during the week for work which means that when I have insomnia I can lay in bed & watch tv instead of head to the office & mess around on the computer.
I did not get moved to salary plus commission, still 100% commission ~ oh yeah ~ so I have been out pedaling my ass to try to make sure my boss recognizes that's the best way to get me to perform.
And worst of all, my Mom had me dvr two episodes of American Idol tryouts because she was playing bridge & forgot to set her recorder & now I'm fucking addicted. It's embarrassing & I'm so annoyed that I just started watching this season & Simon is leaving & pill head Paula is not there. You Tube & SNL have given me a taste of what I missed on her, however.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Hang In, Hang On, or Get the Eff Out?
Ok, so I try not to be sexist. I try not to be racist. I try not to be ageist. I'm a bit of a classist but I don't really try not to be that. Wherever you're from, whatever you are, be classy. Be polite. Be tolerant.
Anyway, the above photo was posted on Perez & I happened to see J Lo's performance on New Year's Eve on ABC & I just thought I was super buzzed because she could not have been wearing that naked suit. With the darker area between her legs so that was the eye catcher.
Now Dick Clark was on there, too, & his choice to still perform makes some people uncomfortable. I watched him & listened to him & understood him & was not uncomfortable. He seems to still be enjoying what he's doing, wants to do it for as long as he's able & his limited screen time is an indication to me that he realizes his limitations.
But what the fuck was Jennifer Lopez thinking?
She's 40 & she's rockin, I'll be the first to admit. At this point I don't think it's all natural but that is the way of our world. But that outfit was disturbing. It was almost embarrassing for me to watch it with my husband because I didn't want to encourage him to make any disparaging remarks about a 40 year old curvy woman. I hope to be 25% as hot as she is when I'm 40 but I just did not understand.
And then there's Madonna on Saturday Night Live rolling around with Lady Ga Ga a few months ago in a corset. They both looked good although the outfits were odd on both the 22 & 50 year olds.
And is it appropriate for a 50 year old to wear a matching pin-up get-up with a 22 year old? Even if she looked good, for me it was uncomfortable because she was clearly not acting her age. I tend to try to respect my elders.
I have other issues with Madonna, anyway. She's very political & is surprised when people react negatively to her politics. I don't think celebrity gives people any insight at all into politics. In fact, it pretty much removes you from the real world & real struggles people face.
So my other issues may cloud my opinion of Madonna's behavior. And she did look good. But was it appropriate?
It's a public thing to me. If a celebrity is snapped in a bikini on the beach in Hawaii & it ain't lookin' right, well fuck the person that took that photo & sold it.
I was in Mexico this summer & spent time with a German woman there celebrating her 50th anniversary with her husband. She looked gorgeous in clothes. No visible cosmetic surgery to her face but she was still a blond though almost 70. She wore a different bikini every day & she walked to the bar, sat at the bar & strolled all over the resort. She was awesome. It wasn't about how she looked in it. It was just who she was & how she felt about herself. I doubt she would have gotten up on a stage & worked it out but she was comfortable in her skin & I loved that. I admired it.
The men aren't subjected to the same costume choices as women.
As men age, yes we're surprised by the flab & hair & stuff we see on them when a picture is published of them on a beach vacation. But again, fuck the photographer & the publisher & even us for looking at the photos & judging them.
But we women. We have to wear sleeveless, strapless, backless & less & go out in public on display.
No wonder we do the things we do to ourselves. I don't know who to blame. Is it the pressure from men or from women?
I'm fine with myself. Although I have much to improve & much to be annoyed with myself about. But it's on me.
And the next time I go to Mexico I'll feel fine in my board shorts & tankini top. Perhaps I'll even manage to try a bikini top with my shorts just to lay out on my patio. In honor of my friend from Germany.
But I ain't strolling to the damn bar!
Have a good night...
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I Wish I Had a Tail...
I always used to watch Meet the Barkers. I loved that show. I loved the way Travis would run his hand through the top of Shana's hair & push it back.
I would be totally pissed if my husband did that to me all the time. It would totally messed up my hair & since mine is usually in a pony tail or some up-do anyway it would never work.
But on them, it looked hot.
They were also in Maui one time & he asked her what he was thinking & she said "that you want to tap that ass." I loved that, too.
Mostly because I say that to my hubby a lot. And that's what he's always thinking. I'm lucky but sometimes it's annoying. Mostly I'm lucky that he still wants & desires me after a million years together & that he's still such a horn dog in his mid-forties. But when I'm crabby or just want to watch tv it's annoying. Almost every wife knows what I'm talking about.
But I digress. Shana & her friend had a conversation about wishing they had tails. Shana was lying on the bed & pretending her arm was a tail. She said it would be so sexy & that if Travis had one he'd have it all pierced & tattooed.
My hubby & I have always had the tail conversation. Ever since we got married & got our first cat. I love how a cat can be perfectly still & you still know that he's pissed because his tail is twitching.
My hubby looks at me sometimes & even if I'm trying to hide it he knows that I'm pissed & tells me that my tail is twitching.
I'm a dog person, too, but I don't think I'd want a wagging tail. Too obvious. I don't want people to know when I'm all happy & excited to see them.
A cat tail, for sure.
I would be totally pissed if my husband did that to me all the time. It would totally messed up my hair & since mine is usually in a pony tail or some up-do anyway it would never work.
But on them, it looked hot.
They were also in Maui one time & he asked her what he was thinking & she said "that you want to tap that ass." I loved that, too.
Mostly because I say that to my hubby a lot. And that's what he's always thinking. I'm lucky but sometimes it's annoying. Mostly I'm lucky that he still wants & desires me after a million years together & that he's still such a horn dog in his mid-forties. But when I'm crabby or just want to watch tv it's annoying. Almost every wife knows what I'm talking about.
But I digress. Shana & her friend had a conversation about wishing they had tails. Shana was lying on the bed & pretending her arm was a tail. She said it would be so sexy & that if Travis had one he'd have it all pierced & tattooed.
My hubby & I have always had the tail conversation. Ever since we got married & got our first cat. I love how a cat can be perfectly still & you still know that he's pissed because his tail is twitching.
My hubby looks at me sometimes & even if I'm trying to hide it he knows that I'm pissed & tells me that my tail is twitching.
I'm a dog person, too, but I don't think I'd want a wagging tail. Too obvious. I don't want people to know when I'm all happy & excited to see them.
A cat tail, for sure.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Ho, Ho, Ho...
No, I'm not still talking about Tiger.
I'm talking about Christmas. It's almost here, finally. I'm very excited.
I love all the lights & the decorations & the good cheer. I love all the drinking & the socializing & the spending time with my family & friends.
Oh, & I like all the eating, too. Must get back on diet in the New Year.
But no resolutions for me. Except maybe to keep writing this blog. It's great therapy for me. I'm so glad people read it & sometimes are amused by it but it is also really helpful to me. Especially the feedback. The comments make me think more.
I made lovely Christmas cards through Costco. I printed little notes to put in the cards of people I don't see often or who live far away. And I printed our cute return address labels. I even hand addressed them for the personal touch but I think next year I'll print them cuz dang, my handwriting is bad!
All in all, I spent 6 or 7 hours on Christmas cards. Used all sorts of paper resources. Spent lots of money on buying & sending them.
And so far I've only gotten 5 in the mail. I hope everyone else is lagging, too, because I love getting Christmas cards. Or Holiday Cards, depending on what you celebrate. I love seeing the family photos. Seeing the little notes so long as they're not brag-o-grams.
I get one letter every year from a family that is rich. Beyond wealthy & so out of touch with how they appear that it's incredibly amusing instead of appalling. They write about all the trips they've taken to Africa, Peru, Brazil & Europe that year & include photos throughout the four page letter. They actually put the website links to all the things they've seen in their letter.
It's obscene & I love it. I look forward to it every year.
My letter is quite simple. My hubby & I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary this year. Our son will be starting Kindergarten next year & spends lots of time with his Grandparents & cousin. We traveled to Kansas to celebrate my Grandma's 86th birthday & my cousin's wedding. He's an expert traveler.
Not a brag-o-gram but some things I'm happy to share.
I hope you all are having a wonderful evening. It will be a busy, busy week & I'll be hung over a lot this weekend so if I don't write enough, I'm sorry.
Have fun, be safe & ho ho ho...
I'm talking about Christmas. It's almost here, finally. I'm very excited.
I love all the lights & the decorations & the good cheer. I love all the drinking & the socializing & the spending time with my family & friends.
Oh, & I like all the eating, too. Must get back on diet in the New Year.
But no resolutions for me. Except maybe to keep writing this blog. It's great therapy for me. I'm so glad people read it & sometimes are amused by it but it is also really helpful to me. Especially the feedback. The comments make me think more.
I made lovely Christmas cards through Costco. I printed little notes to put in the cards of people I don't see often or who live far away. And I printed our cute return address labels. I even hand addressed them for the personal touch but I think next year I'll print them cuz dang, my handwriting is bad!
All in all, I spent 6 or 7 hours on Christmas cards. Used all sorts of paper resources. Spent lots of money on buying & sending them.
And so far I've only gotten 5 in the mail. I hope everyone else is lagging, too, because I love getting Christmas cards. Or Holiday Cards, depending on what you celebrate. I love seeing the family photos. Seeing the little notes so long as they're not brag-o-grams.
I get one letter every year from a family that is rich. Beyond wealthy & so out of touch with how they appear that it's incredibly amusing instead of appalling. They write about all the trips they've taken to Africa, Peru, Brazil & Europe that year & include photos throughout the four page letter. They actually put the website links to all the things they've seen in their letter.
It's obscene & I love it. I look forward to it every year.
My letter is quite simple. My hubby & I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary this year. Our son will be starting Kindergarten next year & spends lots of time with his Grandparents & cousin. We traveled to Kansas to celebrate my Grandma's 86th birthday & my cousin's wedding. He's an expert traveler.
Not a brag-o-gram but some things I'm happy to share.
I hope you all are having a wonderful evening. It will be a busy, busy week & I'll be hung over a lot this weekend so if I don't write enough, I'm sorry.
Have fun, be safe & ho ho ho...
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I Hear Crazy People...
I do.
Not all the time. Actually, it only happens occasionally. But it's been quite jarring on three occasions.
Today I drove by two old guys sitting on boxes on the side of the road & it reminded me. So I thought I'd write about it. Believe or don't believe. My hubby doesn't believe me. But he doesn't think I'm lying either. It's the same thing he thinks about ghosts. He doesn't believe in them but he knows that I do. That I've had experiences that I am 100% certain about. He doesn't not believe me. He just doesn't believe. He's rooted in science. I am not.
Anyway, I'll do posts about the ghosts another time.
The first time was when I was working at the City of Sacramento & was driving out of the parking garage through the underground monthly parking exit. Automatic gates with access cards. There was this homeless lady that dressed like Bat Man. She was very thin & we often saw her walking around Cesar Chavez Plaza. She wore a spandex black body suit, like a biking suit. And a black eye mask. It was always very odd to see her. Lots of homeless crazies everyday, but she was unique.
It was like 7pm on a Friday night in winter when I was leaving the garage. It was dark & it was cold & she had curled up like a cat on the ledge right above & beyond the parking gates. When she saw me she sort of changed her posture from a lounging cat to a cat that was ready to strike. And her lips did not move but I heard, & felt, a low guttural growl & hiss just like a cat. It came from her. 100%. It was so weird. It kind of struck me like a blow. And all night long I heard & felt it.
The next year, still at the City, I walked across the street to J's Market. There was a crazy lady, a typical looking Anderson or Redding looking lady. Long, straggly reddish hair. Kind of hippie looking sunglasses low on her nose so you could see her eyes. I didn't pay too much attention to her on the way in but I did hear her remarking about each person that walked by or was stopped at the stop light of 10th & J.
"White guy driving his car. Old man carrying a briefcase. Young girl walking a dog." It was strange but not the strangest thing I'd probably even seen that day for that area & that time of year.
I went inside, bought my drink & came back out. I was looking right at her when I walked by, I always make eye contact with everyone, & I heard her say, without a word coming from her mouth, "Fat chick getting a coke."
I was pissed. I was not even fat for me at the time. So not the point but I have to get that in there.
My mouth just dropped open & I looked right at her. She was two feet from me & she just smiled. Then she went on thinking about other people. It was less clear, however, because the shock & ringing in my ears was so loud.
I stumbled back to the office & fumed for hours. I couldn't tell anyone about it because of the fat thing. Oh, & that she hadn't actually said it.
Then finally, last year, I was in San Francisco on Union Square with my hubby & the kid to look at Christmas lights & the Ice Skating Rink.
It was beautiful but there was so much pan-handling it was unbelievable. The hubby & I always had to keep such a sharp eye & at least one hand on our four year old to keep him from wandering into the streets or bumping into a homeless pan-handler.
I had a hand on my son's shoulder & was steering him past a thin man with a long black beard & long black hair, a stocking cap & camo fatigues on. He was kneeling & as my son went past him to catch up with my hubby a few feet in front of him, I looked at the man & shook my head.
We were seriously hit up for money every 10 feet that night. Regardless of my stance on pan-handling usually, my hands were full with my son & the incredible enormity of all the people asking us, asking everyone there, for money.
I looked him right in the eyes when I shook my head & he started screaming at me. So much so that I stopped in my tracks & looked down at him with shocked, wide eyes & my mouth hanging open. He was still kneeling with his hands together like he was praying but his eyes narrowed & his mind was screaming "You stupid fucking bitch! Did you know that I fought for this country? Did you know what I did for you? I could have died for you you stupid fucking bitch!"
Again, I felt like I'd been dealt a physical blow & stepped back & stumbled the few feet to catch up with my family. I could still hear him yelling until I was many yards away. It just faded. When I looked back he was still quietly kneeling in the same position.
I asked my hubby later if he heard that man yelling at me & he said absolutely not. And he was right there & he didn't care what kind of situation it was he would have had an incident with him because no one was going to speak to his wife like that.
He didn't hear because the guy didn't yell out loud. He would have heard if he had. Absolutely.
Anyway, I'm just haunted by these memories this evening so I had to get them out.
I feel better now. Still haunted but better.
Have a great night. Thank you.
Not all the time. Actually, it only happens occasionally. But it's been quite jarring on three occasions.
Today I drove by two old guys sitting on boxes on the side of the road & it reminded me. So I thought I'd write about it. Believe or don't believe. My hubby doesn't believe me. But he doesn't think I'm lying either. It's the same thing he thinks about ghosts. He doesn't believe in them but he knows that I do. That I've had experiences that I am 100% certain about. He doesn't not believe me. He just doesn't believe. He's rooted in science. I am not.
Anyway, I'll do posts about the ghosts another time.
The first time was when I was working at the City of Sacramento & was driving out of the parking garage through the underground monthly parking exit. Automatic gates with access cards. There was this homeless lady that dressed like Bat Man. She was very thin & we often saw her walking around Cesar Chavez Plaza. She wore a spandex black body suit, like a biking suit. And a black eye mask. It was always very odd to see her. Lots of homeless crazies everyday, but she was unique.
It was like 7pm on a Friday night in winter when I was leaving the garage. It was dark & it was cold & she had curled up like a cat on the ledge right above & beyond the parking gates. When she saw me she sort of changed her posture from a lounging cat to a cat that was ready to strike. And her lips did not move but I heard, & felt, a low guttural growl & hiss just like a cat. It came from her. 100%. It was so weird. It kind of struck me like a blow. And all night long I heard & felt it.
The next year, still at the City, I walked across the street to J's Market. There was a crazy lady, a typical looking Anderson or Redding looking lady. Long, straggly reddish hair. Kind of hippie looking sunglasses low on her nose so you could see her eyes. I didn't pay too much attention to her on the way in but I did hear her remarking about each person that walked by or was stopped at the stop light of 10th & J.
"White guy driving his car. Old man carrying a briefcase. Young girl walking a dog." It was strange but not the strangest thing I'd probably even seen that day for that area & that time of year.
I went inside, bought my drink & came back out. I was looking right at her when I walked by, I always make eye contact with everyone, & I heard her say, without a word coming from her mouth, "Fat chick getting a coke."
I was pissed. I was not even fat for me at the time. So not the point but I have to get that in there.
My mouth just dropped open & I looked right at her. She was two feet from me & she just smiled. Then she went on thinking about other people. It was less clear, however, because the shock & ringing in my ears was so loud.
I stumbled back to the office & fumed for hours. I couldn't tell anyone about it because of the fat thing. Oh, & that she hadn't actually said it.
Then finally, last year, I was in San Francisco on Union Square with my hubby & the kid to look at Christmas lights & the Ice Skating Rink.
It was beautiful but there was so much pan-handling it was unbelievable. The hubby & I always had to keep such a sharp eye & at least one hand on our four year old to keep him from wandering into the streets or bumping into a homeless pan-handler.
I had a hand on my son's shoulder & was steering him past a thin man with a long black beard & long black hair, a stocking cap & camo fatigues on. He was kneeling & as my son went past him to catch up with my hubby a few feet in front of him, I looked at the man & shook my head.
We were seriously hit up for money every 10 feet that night. Regardless of my stance on pan-handling usually, my hands were full with my son & the incredible enormity of all the people asking us, asking everyone there, for money.
I looked him right in the eyes when I shook my head & he started screaming at me. So much so that I stopped in my tracks & looked down at him with shocked, wide eyes & my mouth hanging open. He was still kneeling with his hands together like he was praying but his eyes narrowed & his mind was screaming "You stupid fucking bitch! Did you know that I fought for this country? Did you know what I did for you? I could have died for you you stupid fucking bitch!"
Again, I felt like I'd been dealt a physical blow & stepped back & stumbled the few feet to catch up with my family. I could still hear him yelling until I was many yards away. It just faded. When I looked back he was still quietly kneeling in the same position.
I asked my hubby later if he heard that man yelling at me & he said absolutely not. And he was right there & he didn't care what kind of situation it was he would have had an incident with him because no one was going to speak to his wife like that.
He didn't hear because the guy didn't yell out loud. He would have heard if he had. Absolutely.
Anyway, I'm just haunted by these memories this evening so I had to get them out.
I feel better now. Still haunted but better.
Have a great night. Thank you.
Monday, December 7, 2009
The More I Learn, The Less I Know...
Let me begin this by saying I like Tiger. I always have.
I played on the boy's golf team in high school, pretty friggin cool - go me, & I was getting ready to tee off for the girls state championship in Modesto when everyone started murmuring there's Tiger, there's Tiger, oh my gosh, it's Tiger.
I didn't know who they were talking about heading up to the 18th green, 20 yards or so from my 1st Tee, but I knew it was a big deal. I remember it still.
I also remember a friend of mine. A few years older, a world wiser & a somewhat mentor to me ~ no wonder I'm so fucked up. She was having an affair with an older man ~ an older, married man ~ & I was astonished that he could be cheating on her, too. Not just on cheating his wife, but cheating on his mistress.
She said, rather matter-of-factly, that all men want to do is get their dicks wet.
That sentiment rings in my head. No wonder my hubby takes the abuse that he does. And he is a good guy. I have no reason to worry. Whatsoever. But still...I remember what she said.
And then I remember the few years I spent working for the City of Sacramento & I saw every single form of adultery that exists. It was disgusting. I can't even imagine what Washington D.C. must be like. I could write a book on the marital debauchery in government. Oh wait, I am. I have. I just need a publisher...
Anyway, I don't blame Elin for leaving. You know Tiger was swearing on his Mother & his Father's grave that it was just those two. And now there's 10. Or more. I haven't looked since this afternoon.
I can say that at least it's just women. It could be men, too. Or 12 year olds in Thailand. So far it's just women...
I don't excuse him, but can you imagine how much ass Tiger has thrown at him each day?!
We women, some of us, are susceptible to rich, powerful men.
And they're susceptible to themselves.
They can do anything.
And they can.
Until they can't.
I would have beat his ass with a Driver. No doubt.
The "No condoms" would have been the deal breaker for me.
And the waitress from Perko's. Puleezzzz.
I'm a snob ~ or a classist, actually, as my flip side would say.
Have some standards. And keep her safe.
Team Elin.
Hope she has good lawyers cuz you know that he does.
Have a good night!
I played on the boy's golf team in high school, pretty friggin cool - go me, & I was getting ready to tee off for the girls state championship in Modesto when everyone started murmuring there's Tiger, there's Tiger, oh my gosh, it's Tiger.
I didn't know who they were talking about heading up to the 18th green, 20 yards or so from my 1st Tee, but I knew it was a big deal. I remember it still.
I also remember a friend of mine. A few years older, a world wiser & a somewhat mentor to me ~ no wonder I'm so fucked up. She was having an affair with an older man ~ an older, married man ~ & I was astonished that he could be cheating on her, too. Not just on cheating his wife, but cheating on his mistress.
She said, rather matter-of-factly, that all men want to do is get their dicks wet.
That sentiment rings in my head. No wonder my hubby takes the abuse that he does. And he is a good guy. I have no reason to worry. Whatsoever. But still...I remember what she said.
And then I remember the few years I spent working for the City of Sacramento & I saw every single form of adultery that exists. It was disgusting. I can't even imagine what Washington D.C. must be like. I could write a book on the marital debauchery in government. Oh wait, I am. I have. I just need a publisher...
Anyway, I don't blame Elin for leaving. You know Tiger was swearing on his Mother & his Father's grave that it was just those two. And now there's 10. Or more. I haven't looked since this afternoon.
I can say that at least it's just women. It could be men, too. Or 12 year olds in Thailand. So far it's just women...
I don't excuse him, but can you imagine how much ass Tiger has thrown at him each day?!
We women, some of us, are susceptible to rich, powerful men.
And they're susceptible to themselves.
They can do anything.
And they can.
Until they can't.
I would have beat his ass with a Driver. No doubt.
The "No condoms" would have been the deal breaker for me.
And the waitress from Perko's. Puleezzzz.
I'm a snob ~ or a classist, actually, as my flip side would say.
Have some standards. And keep her safe.
Team Elin.
Hope she has good lawyers cuz you know that he does.
Have a good night!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Philadelphia...
Tonight I'm watching Philadelphia. Such a touching & troubling movie.
"The Bug" as it was referred to on The Wire. My hubby & I still use the reference. Affectionately, we use it. About people we care about.
When I was 20, just barely 20, I was super cute. I still have an appeal but there was some time from my late teens to early twenties that I looked good.
I was sitting in LAX reading an Anne Rice Vampire Chronicle, in white 501's with black cowboy boots & my legs slung over the arm of the airport chair. I felt a murmur from all the people around me, not really knowing what it was about.
I looked up & about 5 feet from me was Tom Hanks, staring down at me, smiling. I said "hey" & he said "hi.". Then his security came over to him & elbowed him into the red carpet room with his wife. She kind of smirked at me, too.
It was him but different. He had on a red bandana & did not look well. It occurred to me later that he was filming Philadephia. I love his acting. Love to see him on SNL.
Just random memory for this evening.
Have a great night!
"The Bug" as it was referred to on The Wire. My hubby & I still use the reference. Affectionately, we use it. About people we care about.
When I was 20, just barely 20, I was super cute. I still have an appeal but there was some time from my late teens to early twenties that I looked good.
I was sitting in LAX reading an Anne Rice Vampire Chronicle, in white 501's with black cowboy boots & my legs slung over the arm of the airport chair. I felt a murmur from all the people around me, not really knowing what it was about.
I looked up & about 5 feet from me was Tom Hanks, staring down at me, smiling. I said "hey" & he said "hi.". Then his security came over to him & elbowed him into the red carpet room with his wife. She kind of smirked at me, too.
It was him but different. He had on a red bandana & did not look well. It occurred to me later that he was filming Philadephia. I love his acting. Love to see him on SNL.
Just random memory for this evening.
Have a great night!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Been Lagging...
Obviously, by my lack of posts.
It's not just this. It's all my extra curriculars.
I just had to review about 19 pages of People of Walmart to catch up. It's much better in small doses but I can't miss stuff.
I must say, I saw something disturbing on POW. There was lots that was disturbing, true, but there was a hefty, semi-unattractive white woman with a shirt that said "Fart Now Loading...90% Complete." That would be a gross shirt on anyone: male, female, kid, whatever. But as a woman, I can't really even fathom owning a shirt like that, let alone wearing it in public.
I did have to double check & make sure it wasn't a picture of me bending over & picking up a coin from under my cart. It wasn't. I rarely wear slippers & pajama bottoms out in public, except to grab the newspaper from my driveway, but otherwise, it could have been me. And I don't currently have a preggo belly, of course :)
And I am afraid to even try to catch up on Perez Hilton. That MoFo is so prolific that if you skip a day it takes at least an hour to read all his new posts.
I've been working on some Christmas projects for my parents from my son & my niece. It has taken way more time & effort then I had intended. And I still have two more to finish. And I've been working at my J-O-B quite a lot for this time of year. Which is good, I suppose, but cutting into my just for fun stuff.
Thanksgiving was fabulous this year. Last year the hubby's sister brought a homeless cracked out lady to our house & she flipped out so anything was going to be a significant improvement. Don't even get me started on that story. Sometime I'll share, cuz it becomes more amusing with time, but it was bad. And I'm pretty tolerant & accepting of everyone, but let me tell you, it was not fucking cool.
Anyway, this Thanksgiving was lovely. It was just family. About twenty in all. My family & the hubby's family. I did almost all of the cooking & my Mom & my Aunt did almost all of the cleaning up so the day was perfection. Except I could never quite catch a buzz, no matter how much champagne I drank. Otherwise, just perfect.
Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving, too, & are enjoying this long weekend.
Have a great night!
It's not just this. It's all my extra curriculars.
I just had to review about 19 pages of People of Walmart to catch up. It's much better in small doses but I can't miss stuff.
I must say, I saw something disturbing on POW. There was lots that was disturbing, true, but there was a hefty, semi-unattractive white woman with a shirt that said "Fart Now Loading...90% Complete." That would be a gross shirt on anyone: male, female, kid, whatever. But as a woman, I can't really even fathom owning a shirt like that, let alone wearing it in public.
I did have to double check & make sure it wasn't a picture of me bending over & picking up a coin from under my cart. It wasn't. I rarely wear slippers & pajama bottoms out in public, except to grab the newspaper from my driveway, but otherwise, it could have been me. And I don't currently have a preggo belly, of course :)
And I am afraid to even try to catch up on Perez Hilton. That MoFo is so prolific that if you skip a day it takes at least an hour to read all his new posts.
I've been working on some Christmas projects for my parents from my son & my niece. It has taken way more time & effort then I had intended. And I still have two more to finish. And I've been working at my J-O-B quite a lot for this time of year. Which is good, I suppose, but cutting into my just for fun stuff.
Thanksgiving was fabulous this year. Last year the hubby's sister brought a homeless cracked out lady to our house & she flipped out so anything was going to be a significant improvement. Don't even get me started on that story. Sometime I'll share, cuz it becomes more amusing with time, but it was bad. And I'm pretty tolerant & accepting of everyone, but let me tell you, it was not fucking cool.
Anyway, this Thanksgiving was lovely. It was just family. About twenty in all. My family & the hubby's family. I did almost all of the cooking & my Mom & my Aunt did almost all of the cleaning up so the day was perfection. Except I could never quite catch a buzz, no matter how much champagne I drank. Otherwise, just perfect.
Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving, too, & are enjoying this long weekend.
Have a great night!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Two Things...
My boss told me today that he was proud of me. That's a pretty rare & unusual thing for him to say & I didn't quite know how to react.
I continued enthusiasticly describing my sales plan & that I really think that the success I'm having will generate more sales, etc.
It was shocking & I'm still kind of all warm & fuzzy about it but I would never let him know that. Can't act like a girl...must be an equal. But really, a squeal of delight would not have been inappropriate for how happy he made me.
Moving on.
Not only does the hubby benefit from my success financially, he also benefits in other ways, too:
The His & Her KY Jelly sux. It's totally mentholated, which is quite surprising & somewhat disturbing. It didn't do anything additionally like the advertising suggested & it didn't seem to work as well as the traditional KY for its practical purpose. And it cost almost $17 at Walmart.
But sex is like pizza. Even just ok pizza is still pizza :)
That being said, it's been a pretty good few days.
Hope you're having a great night!
I continued enthusiasticly describing my sales plan & that I really think that the success I'm having will generate more sales, etc.
It was shocking & I'm still kind of all warm & fuzzy about it but I would never let him know that. Can't act like a girl...must be an equal. But really, a squeal of delight would not have been inappropriate for how happy he made me.
Moving on.
Not only does the hubby benefit from my success financially, he also benefits in other ways, too:
The His & Her KY Jelly sux. It's totally mentholated, which is quite surprising & somewhat disturbing. It didn't do anything additionally like the advertising suggested & it didn't seem to work as well as the traditional KY for its practical purpose. And it cost almost $17 at Walmart.
But sex is like pizza. Even just ok pizza is still pizza :)
That being said, it's been a pretty good few days.
Hope you're having a great night!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Today Rocks!
Actually, it was yesterday that kicked some major ass but today is the residual effect.
I work on commission. I think I'm switching to salary plus commission next year but right now, it's 100% commission. I made two enormous sales yesterday & I am done working for the rest of this month. And next.
Just kidding. The hubby says if I could just do this every week then he would retire & blah blah blah. That's what he always says. It's never enough for that one. Actually, he just pushes me & always thinks I can do more, do better, work harder. And me, well I always think an "A" is enough. There's no need to get an "A+".
I took a class with the hubby one time. It was a Cultural Anthropology class that I needed to graduate. I had taken it once before & got an incomplete or something similar so I needed to fix it for my transcripts. He's weird & he took it with me for fun.
He got like 116% in the class. I got 103%. We both got an "A". It looked no different when the grades were published. But he's an over-achiever. Heaven help our child if he's an under-achiever because it will be a long life for him :)
And me, I'm lazy. But I still manage to do well. Which is why I'm ecstatic today & just spent $400 at Walmart & Costco. And I will not have to take the shit from the hubby that would usually accompany the indulgence of my shopping habit.
I try not to take anything for granted. I'll keep plugging along knowing I'm fortunate to be employed. Same for the hubby. Counting my blessings. But it did feel good today to shop.
Have a wonderful day!
I work on commission. I think I'm switching to salary plus commission next year but right now, it's 100% commission. I made two enormous sales yesterday & I am done working for the rest of this month. And next.
Just kidding. The hubby says if I could just do this every week then he would retire & blah blah blah. That's what he always says. It's never enough for that one. Actually, he just pushes me & always thinks I can do more, do better, work harder. And me, well I always think an "A" is enough. There's no need to get an "A+".
I took a class with the hubby one time. It was a Cultural Anthropology class that I needed to graduate. I had taken it once before & got an incomplete or something similar so I needed to fix it for my transcripts. He's weird & he took it with me for fun.
He got like 116% in the class. I got 103%. We both got an "A". It looked no different when the grades were published. But he's an over-achiever. Heaven help our child if he's an under-achiever because it will be a long life for him :)
And me, I'm lazy. But I still manage to do well. Which is why I'm ecstatic today & just spent $400 at Walmart & Costco. And I will not have to take the shit from the hubby that would usually accompany the indulgence of my shopping habit.
I try not to take anything for granted. I'll keep plugging along knowing I'm fortunate to be employed. Same for the hubby. Counting my blessings. But it did feel good today to shop.
Have a wonderful day!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
How To Be, Insensitive...
I am very sensitive. I hate it. It's one of the most detestable things I find in myself. I wish my feelings were not hurt so easily. But they are. And when I'm angry or sad, you can pretty much count on how I'm going to react. But hurt me, & I'm a maniac. It's not an attractive quality in me & I wish I could change it.
I'm trying to hold things inside more. For some time I told people when they had hurt me & why but I'm getting past that. I'm also trying not to hold grudges as much. Yeah right. Like that'll work. But I'm trying.
Everything's not always about me & I shouldn't take things so personally. Although sometimes it's so hard not to.
Do you get your feelings hurt easily? Do you hate feeling left out or excluded? Do you wonder why people you care about lie to you just to save your feelings which only ends up hurting worse when you find out what they lied about?
Oh well. Being mad takes a lot of energy so I won't be. Being hurt takes no energy at all because you just are or you aren't. Nothing to work out or focus on or think about.
I'm doing fine today. If I would have written about this yesterday, not so much.
In fact, I feel much better just writing about it. Thanks for reading.
And yes, I do occasionally suffer from C.B. Who doesn't??!
I'm trying to hold things inside more. For some time I told people when they had hurt me & why but I'm getting past that. I'm also trying not to hold grudges as much. Yeah right. Like that'll work. But I'm trying.
Everything's not always about me & I shouldn't take things so personally. Although sometimes it's so hard not to.
Do you get your feelings hurt easily? Do you hate feeling left out or excluded? Do you wonder why people you care about lie to you just to save your feelings which only ends up hurting worse when you find out what they lied about?
Oh well. Being mad takes a lot of energy so I won't be. Being hurt takes no energy at all because you just are or you aren't. Nothing to work out or focus on or think about.
I'm doing fine today. If I would have written about this yesterday, not so much.
In fact, I feel much better just writing about it. Thanks for reading.
And yes, I do occasionally suffer from C.B. Who doesn't??!
Friday, November 13, 2009
So Little to Write, So Much Time...
Wait, switch that...
I have a lot to say tonight. And let's face it...I've had a couple of cocktails so I'm in the mood to type. The office door's closed & I'm locked in. 'Til I knock out, that is.
First & foremost: My office is clean. I had a friend come over & do the deed. She said she'd be my bitch anytime I needed her & poof, there she was. She's not my bitch, or any one's. But anyone, including me, would be lucky to have her. Thanks for the help. And though it didn't cost nothin' it was worth way more than I coulda paid. You are the best! I think I'll keep you.
I went to a hubby's niece's kid's birthday party last night. This niece, who I helped raise & loved & spoiled is 25 years old. She has a daughter that just turned seven & a son that is 2 1/2. She breaks our hearts. The kids are with two different dads & neither are good providers. Oh, wait, they don't provide at all. The second dad got arrested a few nights ago, hit & run, resisting, tazed, false identity. Awesome.
This girl, our niece, I adore her, but she breaks my heart. We would have paid for college & she is amazing & she could have done anything. And here she lives in Anderson. Poor. Working so hard to barely make it. I slipped her a couple hundred bucks & I feel like I'm enabling but I can't not do something.
She never asks for it but it kinda seems like she never appreciates it. Almost expected. But it's not like she's going out & partying with the money I give her. She's just getting by.
I don't know. About this situation, I never have.
She's a lost cause. And yet I still try to fund the journey. But not a lot. I could do a lot more but really how much is my responsibility? I struggle with this situation.
The hubby would give much more financial assistance if it wasn't for my saying no. However, the assistance would have to go through me ~ meaning from my hand to hers. He would never do it himself.
I just can't be more generous than I am. I think we choose our paths & we follow them. Until we change them.
And third, on this Friday the Thirteenth: I miss my Tarot cards.
Before I got pregnant, I read my Tarot cards every week. I have hundreds of sheets of readings & I miss them.
Since pregnancy, I have not touched them. And I miss them.
I can't do it anymore but I want to. I'm going to start reading them again in the New Year. That's my plan.
We'll see if I follow through. But I usually do. It's a Scorpio thing. We have an amazing will power, when we choose to use it. I love you, too, my Scorpio Friend.
Also, I know of a very important person in my life that's had a painful ending happen today & a new beginning will start tomorrow. Be strong my friend. You're a muse to me & I can't wait until we meet again. Sleep tight, wherever it may be. You are amazing.
Have a great night!
I have a lot to say tonight. And let's face it...I've had a couple of cocktails so I'm in the mood to type. The office door's closed & I'm locked in. 'Til I knock out, that is.
First & foremost: My office is clean. I had a friend come over & do the deed. She said she'd be my bitch anytime I needed her & poof, there she was. She's not my bitch, or any one's. But anyone, including me, would be lucky to have her. Thanks for the help. And though it didn't cost nothin' it was worth way more than I coulda paid. You are the best! I think I'll keep you.
I went to a hubby's niece's kid's birthday party last night. This niece, who I helped raise & loved & spoiled is 25 years old. She has a daughter that just turned seven & a son that is 2 1/2. She breaks our hearts. The kids are with two different dads & neither are good providers. Oh, wait, they don't provide at all. The second dad got arrested a few nights ago, hit & run, resisting, tazed, false identity. Awesome.
This girl, our niece, I adore her, but she breaks my heart. We would have paid for college & she is amazing & she could have done anything. And here she lives in Anderson. Poor. Working so hard to barely make it. I slipped her a couple hundred bucks & I feel like I'm enabling but I can't not do something.
She never asks for it but it kinda seems like she never appreciates it. Almost expected. But it's not like she's going out & partying with the money I give her. She's just getting by.
I don't know. About this situation, I never have.
She's a lost cause. And yet I still try to fund the journey. But not a lot. I could do a lot more but really how much is my responsibility? I struggle with this situation.
The hubby would give much more financial assistance if it wasn't for my saying no. However, the assistance would have to go through me ~ meaning from my hand to hers. He would never do it himself.
I just can't be more generous than I am. I think we choose our paths & we follow them. Until we change them.
And third, on this Friday the Thirteenth: I miss my Tarot cards.
Before I got pregnant, I read my Tarot cards every week. I have hundreds of sheets of readings & I miss them.
Since pregnancy, I have not touched them. And I miss them.
I can't do it anymore but I want to. I'm going to start reading them again in the New Year. That's my plan.
We'll see if I follow through. But I usually do. It's a Scorpio thing. We have an amazing will power, when we choose to use it. I love you, too, my Scorpio Friend.
Also, I know of a very important person in my life that's had a painful ending happen today & a new beginning will start tomorrow. Be strong my friend. You're a muse to me & I can't wait until we meet again. Sleep tight, wherever it may be. You are amazing.
Have a great night!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
A Poem By Me...
The irony is,
I lack self-control.
Ironic it was,
From the wind to the troll.
The smiling troll,
Replied with a sigh,
"The bed that we make,
Is the bed where we lie."
Have a great night!
I lack self-control.
Ironic it was,
From the wind to the troll.
The smiling troll,
Replied with a sigh,
"The bed that we make,
Is the bed where we lie."
Have a great night!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Messy Boozeday Tuesday...
Tomorrow is Veteran's Day ~ no work, at least my customers aren't working ~ & no school for the kid.
I will be having a cocktail or two this evening. Finally feel like drinking again. It's nice to get a buzz on two glasses of wine or beer now instead of four.
My office is still a disaster. I am gonna have to get it together soon. The hubby is leaving town tomorrow until Friday & if I don't have the office floor picked up by the time he gets home I think he'll be annoyed.
He has a desk in here, too. And he's a neat freak. How did we ever end up together & how do we get along so well when we are such opposites?
He doesn't work from home like I do, however, so it's really my office. The messy space we share that truly drives him crazy is our closet. I try to keep it clean. It just doesn't happen. It'll be clean for a week or so & then it falls spectacularly apart.
Also, I need to clean out the garage. I have enough clothes to donate out there to outfit the Duggar family for 5 years.
Obviously, this is blog distraction office avoidance. If I don't turn around I don't have to see the mess.
My son just walked by, tiptoed in over piles of paper & said "Geez, Mom, why's it so messy in here?!"
I told him to stay out of my office if he's going to complain about it. I mean, really, how much shit do I have to take from a four year old?!
I blame his father.
But without my neat freak boys you probably wouldn't be able to find me under my considerable piles of paper, ten different sizes of wardrobes, fifty pair of flip-flops & too many boxes of Christmas decorations to count.
It's for the best I have them ~ in so many ways.
Have a great night!
I will be having a cocktail or two this evening. Finally feel like drinking again. It's nice to get a buzz on two glasses of wine or beer now instead of four.
My office is still a disaster. I am gonna have to get it together soon. The hubby is leaving town tomorrow until Friday & if I don't have the office floor picked up by the time he gets home I think he'll be annoyed.
He has a desk in here, too. And he's a neat freak. How did we ever end up together & how do we get along so well when we are such opposites?
He doesn't work from home like I do, however, so it's really my office. The messy space we share that truly drives him crazy is our closet. I try to keep it clean. It just doesn't happen. It'll be clean for a week or so & then it falls spectacularly apart.
Also, I need to clean out the garage. I have enough clothes to donate out there to outfit the Duggar family for 5 years.
Obviously, this is blog distraction office avoidance. If I don't turn around I don't have to see the mess.
My son just walked by, tiptoed in over piles of paper & said "Geez, Mom, why's it so messy in here?!"
I told him to stay out of my office if he's going to complain about it. I mean, really, how much shit do I have to take from a four year old?!
I blame his father.
But without my neat freak boys you probably wouldn't be able to find me under my considerable piles of paper, ten different sizes of wardrobes, fifty pair of flip-flops & too many boxes of Christmas decorations to count.
It's for the best I have them ~ in so many ways.
Have a great night!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Organized Schmorganized...
For work today I had to find a piece of paper with a quoted $ amount. I hate companies that fax me shit instead of e-mailing it. If they e-mail it to me, I know where it is. I just print it out for proof or I forward it.
I'm a pack rat. It's not like I'm not going to have something I need. It's just likely going to take me a little bit of time to find it.
So today, I needed this piece of paper from August. We were overcharged & we're not paying & I needed to prove that I was quoted $490 instead of the $780 they were charging us.
No problem. Just give me a half an hour & I'll get it to you.
So then, I get this wild hair up my butt that I'm gonna organize my office. It's that time of year. My son's birthday party is in a few weeks, I do Thanksgiving at the house for all the family & then my friend & I throw a holiday bash here for lots of people.
It's time.
I stack about 1200 sheets of paper on the floor in about six enormous piles. I get down two boxes full of hanging files to make updated ones & sit down fully intending to get organized while I search for this elusive piece of paper from August.
I go to the first pile & file two things into the new files I've made & then there's the quote.
It's the third fucking piece of paper I look at & I lose all motivation.
I fax it to our corporate office. Job done.
Except now my office looks like a tornado has hit it & I just don't want to fix it. Seriously, it looks like one of those houses on hoarders.
I think I'm going to offer to pay my super organized friend $100 to come over & go through all my stuff, ask me where each thing should go & then have her put it there.
That's what I did when setting up my son's nursery. I had a motivated friend come over, she volunteered, & I sat leaned against the wall on a pillow & she set up everything. It was awesome.
I think not being pregnant & it being for work, though, it's gonna take some cold hard cash to get somebody to do it for me.
Oh well. I think it will be worth it :)
At least the mess is behind me when I'm goofing off on the computer. But I can't drink too much tonight or I will totally break my neck trying to get out of this room.
Have a great night!
I'm a pack rat. It's not like I'm not going to have something I need. It's just likely going to take me a little bit of time to find it.
So today, I needed this piece of paper from August. We were overcharged & we're not paying & I needed to prove that I was quoted $490 instead of the $780 they were charging us.
No problem. Just give me a half an hour & I'll get it to you.
So then, I get this wild hair up my butt that I'm gonna organize my office. It's that time of year. My son's birthday party is in a few weeks, I do Thanksgiving at the house for all the family & then my friend & I throw a holiday bash here for lots of people.
It's time.
I stack about 1200 sheets of paper on the floor in about six enormous piles. I get down two boxes full of hanging files to make updated ones & sit down fully intending to get organized while I search for this elusive piece of paper from August.
I go to the first pile & file two things into the new files I've made & then there's the quote.
It's the third fucking piece of paper I look at & I lose all motivation.
I fax it to our corporate office. Job done.
Except now my office looks like a tornado has hit it & I just don't want to fix it. Seriously, it looks like one of those houses on hoarders.
I think I'm going to offer to pay my super organized friend $100 to come over & go through all my stuff, ask me where each thing should go & then have her put it there.
That's what I did when setting up my son's nursery. I had a motivated friend come over, she volunteered, & I sat leaned against the wall on a pillow & she set up everything. It was awesome.
I think not being pregnant & it being for work, though, it's gonna take some cold hard cash to get somebody to do it for me.
Oh well. I think it will be worth it :)
At least the mess is behind me when I'm goofing off on the computer. But I can't drink too much tonight or I will totally break my neck trying to get out of this room.
Have a great night!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
It's All Relative...
I am sick. I swear I have a reverse self-image problem.
I think I'm all that. I remember when I gained 50 plus pounds in the last couple of years I was miserable. I really was miserable, on the way up.
Well, now that I've lost almost 40 of that 50 I think I'm looking so good. When I was on the way up I hated it & the fat jeans I had to buy I'm now thrilled to be squeezing my getting smaller butt into.
It's all relative.
The hubby & I are planning a trip to Mexico this spring with a few of his friends & their wives. I love them all but they are all skinny fucking bitches. I say that in the most affectionate way, ladies. You know I adore you.
And there I'll be. In my tankini top & board shorts. They'll be looking amazing in their bikinis. Even if I don't eat until May, I'll still be in board shorts. The tankini top will just be a little more revealing.
And I'll feel great. I'll feel just as pretty as they are. I'll be a little envious & totally tell them about it to their faces but it won't bother me a bit. It never occurs to me to feel bad about myself. It just gives me focus.
But it has not always been thus. I don't remember my internal dialog from last year but I know it was hateful & full of self-criticism.
And I will say, quite honestly, if it was a year ago & I was still wearing that 40+ pounds then this trip would not be happening. Because the only way I could have quieted the screaming self-protests in my head back then would have been Xanax. And why waste a Xanax on a real issue when it's in fact something meant to be savored & enjoyed :)
It's all relative.
Have a great night!
I think I'm all that. I remember when I gained 50 plus pounds in the last couple of years I was miserable. I really was miserable, on the way up.
Well, now that I've lost almost 40 of that 50 I think I'm looking so good. When I was on the way up I hated it & the fat jeans I had to buy I'm now thrilled to be squeezing my getting smaller butt into.
It's all relative.
The hubby & I are planning a trip to Mexico this spring with a few of his friends & their wives. I love them all but they are all skinny fucking bitches. I say that in the most affectionate way, ladies. You know I adore you.
And there I'll be. In my tankini top & board shorts. They'll be looking amazing in their bikinis. Even if I don't eat until May, I'll still be in board shorts. The tankini top will just be a little more revealing.
And I'll feel great. I'll feel just as pretty as they are. I'll be a little envious & totally tell them about it to their faces but it won't bother me a bit. It never occurs to me to feel bad about myself. It just gives me focus.
But it has not always been thus. I don't remember my internal dialog from last year but I know it was hateful & full of self-criticism.
And I will say, quite honestly, if it was a year ago & I was still wearing that 40+ pounds then this trip would not be happening. Because the only way I could have quieted the screaming self-protests in my head back then would have been Xanax. And why waste a Xanax on a real issue when it's in fact something meant to be savored & enjoyed :)
It's all relative.
Have a great night!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Steady vs Binge...
"I have a blog topic for ya...
Is it better to not drink all week and binge or drink every night but not as much as you would if you had waited all week?
Personally I feel better in the morning if I just drink every night than binge.
Is that bad? LOL!!
Plus if I drink all week I'm less likely to make a drunk ass of myself than if I binged."
This topic was sent to me & I love, love, love it.
My answer is two-part:
I tend to drink at least some almost every night & still manage to binge & make an ass out of myself :)
Is that bad????!!!
Thanks for the post & please share your thoughts on the subject!
Is it better to not drink all week and binge or drink every night but not as much as you would if you had waited all week?
Personally I feel better in the morning if I just drink every night than binge.
Is that bad? LOL!!
Plus if I drink all week I'm less likely to make a drunk ass of myself than if I binged."
This topic was sent to me & I love, love, love it.
My answer is two-part:
I tend to drink at least some almost every night & still manage to binge & make an ass out of myself :)
Is that bad????!!!
Thanks for the post & please share your thoughts on the subject!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Halloween Thought...
Candy is Dandy, But Sex Won't Rot Your Teeth!
One of my fave friends sent me this in one of my favorite ever cards many years ago. I think of it every single Halloween.
Have a safe & happy one!
Hope you get your treats & your tricks :)
One of my fave friends sent me this in one of my favorite ever cards many years ago. I think of it every single Halloween.
Have a safe & happy one!
Hope you get your treats & your tricks :)
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