and I have discovered that I have 3 good months of total empowerment in my life, every single year, from September to November. In December I become extremely nostaglic about the holidays and my late grandma and Charlie Brown...and as soon as the thing called January 2nd hits I'm depressed. And I remain depressed until mid to late May, when my enemy Winter lets go of his stranglehold on Spring and allows her to begin to undress for Summer...donning her bright green shorts and sunshine yellow tank top, painting her eyelids with swimming pool blue and her lips with shades of picnic watermelon and country fair pink cotton candy...tossing out her snowboots for her forget me not flipflops....
Summer is such a beautiful palette...as is Autumn...but Winter, I only want from Thanksgiving day to January 1st...and then I'm done. I want my summer..I can even sprint over Spring really because I hate pollen.
So this means that Mother Nature has split personalities...she's schizo! She's a warm, breezy night with eyes twinkling like fire flies, she's a cool, crisp morning, for football and pumpkin patches...she's a balance of good and evil as she springs forth to grab another golden ring of the year...and she's a beast in wolf's clothing, sneaking up on us when we least expect it...turning all things good to frozen pieces of what used to be.
So, my empowerment is continuing but it will end soon. I need that hobby to keep myself from falling down into the abyss of Winter's Darkness again.
Hobby...hobbies...Holly Hobbie...
Sunday, October 12, 2008
I wish...
I had a hobby. Or more than one. I love to read but can't seem to finish a book the past...7 years of my life. I take that back, I did manage to finish BodyCamp by Patricia Cromwell. But other than that, nothing else. I like lots of things...just can't seem to finish anything...I start 100 projects a year yet nothing materializes.
What do I like to do...well...
I like to cook but I do this almost daily so...not much of a hobby in my mind...
I like to paint like on a canvas...but I can't manage to get the visions out of my mind onto the canvas very good...it ends up looking like a 3 year old painted it...so I usually toss it...
I would love to make pottery...but do I have the time or the willpower to finish at least a bowl?
I like jewelry and love Victorian pieces, with beautiful gemstones and costumey feel but alas again, would I finish anything?
Maybe I need to make a resolution for myself to start ONE project and FINISH IT. And stop worrying about it being PERFECT just DO IT. I am the world's worst perfectionist. If it's not perfect I will either throw it away and become depressed OR keep it and look at it's imperfections and become depressed.
Heeeeeeeeeey..maybe THAT is my hobby! DEPRESSION! Why I can depress myself in a matter of seconds! And stay that way for days, weeks even years! Hmm....now THAT'S a feat not many can claim as a hobby huh? Or would want to I guess.
What I do the best is writing...especially my stories about Gwen and her late mommy. Gwen's story is so much like my own except I lost my daddy at her age. So I guess I put myself into the stories....and Gwen is so much like ME when I was a child, it's kinda weird...
I want to make Christmas cards too. I want to paint them. Handpaint.
And then maybe buy a potter's wheel...
What do I like to do...well...
I like to cook but I do this almost daily so...not much of a hobby in my mind...
I like to paint like on a canvas...but I can't manage to get the visions out of my mind onto the canvas very good...it ends up looking like a 3 year old painted it...so I usually toss it...
I would love to make pottery...but do I have the time or the willpower to finish at least a bowl?
I like jewelry and love Victorian pieces, with beautiful gemstones and costumey feel but alas again, would I finish anything?
Maybe I need to make a resolution for myself to start ONE project and FINISH IT. And stop worrying about it being PERFECT just DO IT. I am the world's worst perfectionist. If it's not perfect I will either throw it away and become depressed OR keep it and look at it's imperfections and become depressed.
Heeeeeeeeeey..maybe THAT is my hobby! DEPRESSION! Why I can depress myself in a matter of seconds! And stay that way for days, weeks even years! Hmm....now THAT'S a feat not many can claim as a hobby huh? Or would want to I guess.
What I do the best is writing...especially my stories about Gwen and her late mommy. Gwen's story is so much like my own except I lost my daddy at her age. So I guess I put myself into the stories....and Gwen is so much like ME when I was a child, it's kinda weird...
I want to make Christmas cards too. I want to paint them. Handpaint.
And then maybe buy a potter's wheel...
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Well, well, well...Roanoke Mouseket Building reopens...
Actually it's the Roanoke Market Building but lately I've dubbed it the Mouseket bldg. Mice, feces, and stuff laying around for so long that you can't even figure out what it is anymore. That is what that building is made of. And today they are re-opening it. Oh the joy. What I want is to see a video of the entire city council MAYOR BOWERS FIRST OF COURSE, standing in line to have a meal from vendor's there...I want to see them SIT DOWN on those nasty little benches at the nasty little tables and EAT. IT ALL. Smiling the whole time. Now THAT would be entertainment. And then I want the video cameras to follow them for the rest of the day, including in the bathroom, to make sure they aren't drinking Syrup of Ipecac.
Moving on from mice icky...
So..the band of Wisconsin's university is showing their colors now huh? Guess the days of "if you are in the school band, you must be a NERD!" are OVER! Sexual harrassment on a bus...pole dancing on the bus...lewd conduct...girl on girl action on the bus...oooooooooooooh what a fabulous century we live in (sarcasm)...seems to me we've reverted back to the age of Virginia Woolf...google her and her friends if you like...then you'll get me.
OJ Simpson. Life in prison. IF they sentence him to that, which I have a feeling they will, then one less bastard on the street. GO JUSTICE SYSTEM.
The economy, no comment, as I'm one of the poor broke people barely keeping my head above drowning level. I'd rob Peter to pay Paul, but unfortunately Paul was employed by Lehrman Brothers and he's out of a job and Peter is really a convicted slumlord.
I'm just going to keep doing what I do, love people, take care of my family whom I adore, work hard and keep praising God for giving me another day to do my mission work for him. I have a mission. And I'm on it right now.
Moving on from mice icky...
So..the band of Wisconsin's university is showing their colors now huh? Guess the days of "if you are in the school band, you must be a NERD!" are OVER! Sexual harrassment on a bus...pole dancing on the bus...lewd conduct...girl on girl action on the bus...oooooooooooooh what a fabulous century we live in (sarcasm)...seems to me we've reverted back to the age of Virginia Woolf...google her and her friends if you like...then you'll get me.
OJ Simpson. Life in prison. IF they sentence him to that, which I have a feeling they will, then one less bastard on the street. GO JUSTICE SYSTEM.
The economy, no comment, as I'm one of the poor broke people barely keeping my head above drowning level. I'd rob Peter to pay Paul, but unfortunately Paul was employed by Lehrman Brothers and he's out of a job and Peter is really a convicted slumlord.
I'm just going to keep doing what I do, love people, take care of my family whom I adore, work hard and keep praising God for giving me another day to do my mission work for him. I have a mission. And I'm on it right now.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
A Musical Tale from a Small Town Girl
So um, yeah it's been FO-EVAH since I was here. Sooo much has happened to me in the past few months...good bad and all things in between. But I don't feel like rehashing what is past...
That said...I have a new found love for music...well, music I've never been keen on...such as ..GORDON LIGHTFOOT. I am slightly obsessed with this man of Native American descent...I guess, sounds like it by his last name. At any rate, I looooooooove The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald...does this mean I've suddenly become old? I also like Lionel Ritchie now. I've been downloading lots of Lightfoot songs and his lyrics are brilliant. I am into lyrics and I like to read them rather than sing them. Songs are like poetry and I love my poetry oh yes I do.
Course today I dlld I Wish by Skee Lo...hmmm...
Oh Mark Warner...why must the Senate be your ticket...why didn't you run for president???
The Flamingos have a fabulous song called I Only Have Eyes For You and it's sooooooooo beautimus...
That said...I have a new found love for music...well, music I've never been keen on...such as ..GORDON LIGHTFOOT. I am slightly obsessed with this man of Native American descent...I guess, sounds like it by his last name. At any rate, I looooooooove The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald...does this mean I've suddenly become old? I also like Lionel Ritchie now. I've been downloading lots of Lightfoot songs and his lyrics are brilliant. I am into lyrics and I like to read them rather than sing them. Songs are like poetry and I love my poetry oh yes I do.
Course today I dlld I Wish by Skee Lo...hmmm...
Oh Mark Warner...why must the Senate be your ticket...why didn't you run for president???
The Flamingos have a fabulous song called I Only Have Eyes For You and it's sooooooooo beautimus...
Monday, April 21, 2008
Mer Mer Mer
I'm sorry Bryan...all my cares are not far away...in fact they are staring me down..
Do you ever wonder..what if I was someone else? Who would you want to be? Me? Myself..just in a very small package. Do you ever think you are just tired of being who you are??? Are you tired of playing the role that you assumed one day because you thought it was the best thing in the world for you? And furthermore, HOW did you get to the point where you no longer agree with the sentence before last?
How do people just stop loving each other? Why do people stay together in relationships where they love each other like a room mate? If it's supposed to be something different than a room mate situation? How did it get like this? What ruined it?
I'd rather lock myself up in Rapunzel's Tower for the rest of my bleak life than be bothered by "needing" a man to love me. Psssh. It's a farce. It's like Christmas...per Lucy Van Pelt..run by the Eastern Syndicate.
All I really need is myself. I want myself back again.
*screams through internet for myself*
Do you ever wonder..what if I was someone else? Who would you want to be? Me? Myself..just in a very small package. Do you ever think you are just tired of being who you are??? Are you tired of playing the role that you assumed one day because you thought it was the best thing in the world for you? And furthermore, HOW did you get to the point where you no longer agree with the sentence before last?
How do people just stop loving each other? Why do people stay together in relationships where they love each other like a room mate? If it's supposed to be something different than a room mate situation? How did it get like this? What ruined it?
I'd rather lock myself up in Rapunzel's Tower for the rest of my bleak life than be bothered by "needing" a man to love me. Psssh. It's a farce. It's like Christmas...per Lucy Van Pelt..run by the Eastern Syndicate.
All I really need is myself. I want myself back again.
*screams through internet for myself*
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Even if you wanted me to..I can't come down..
lyrics...lyrics smyrics..oh how I love me some lyrics...I have a lyric for just about every situation in my life...currently my life is the above lyric...let me sing a bit more...
"Nothing can stop me...I'm never satisfied..I take what I want...refuse to be denied..live in the moment..the future can disguise...starting to touch up...but I still can't touch the sky...I need to feel you... hold me closer, I need it this way...like I'm walking on glass...I can't come down...even if you wanted me to...I can't come down...
So yeah...I refuse to be denied...I will live in the moment even if the future is disguised ...but I don't think it is...it's crystal clear...but it's like my dear, dear tarot card...The Wheel Of Life...have patience and WAIT. Wait.
*buckles seatbelt* Me thinks that my life is getting ready to go into overdrive....BRING IT!
"Nothing can stop me...I'm never satisfied..I take what I want...refuse to be denied..live in the moment..the future can disguise...starting to touch up...but I still can't touch the sky...I need to feel you... hold me closer, I need it this way...like I'm walking on glass...I can't come down...even if you wanted me to...I can't come down...
So yeah...I refuse to be denied...I will live in the moment even if the future is disguised ...but I don't think it is...it's crystal clear...but it's like my dear, dear tarot card...The Wheel Of Life...have patience and WAIT. Wait.
*buckles seatbelt* Me thinks that my life is getting ready to go into overdrive....BRING IT!
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Sir Bryan Ferry....
All your cares...Now they seem...Oh so far away...All your fears....I fear I once shared....Now I knowThere's a future...For all of us....Not so long ago...I was so scared.....You seemed so sad....I could see...Through your twisted smile....So unsure....Always confused....Pale blue eyes...Gazing down...From your ivory tower....Through the haze....All broken and bruised.....Then: out of the blue...Love came rushing in....Out of the sky...Came the sun...Out of left field...Came a lucky day....Out of the blue....No more pain
I don't mind....If it's only....A passing craze....Throw..away lines....Often ring true...
If I were you....I would stay....For a little while.....If you were me...Would you walk out In style?
Roxy Music Out Of The Blue lyrics
Friday, March 14, 2008
The Icicle....
- I wish I could fix everything in my life...for everyone in my life...
- I wish I had an icicle melting in my hand...
- I wish I could be a better friend...a better mother...a better wife...
- I wish I had a beautiful, expensive, diamond studded wedding band.
- I wish everyone would just shut up...stop talking...stop whispering...stop looking at me
- I wish my wrinkles on my growing older face would disappear forever...
- I wish everyone could understand me...love me when I need it...and fear me...just be...
- I wish my temper would explode one last time..my final endeavor.
- I wish I could play the piano better...and make a violin weep with every touch of my bow...
- I wish I had one more day with my grandmother...to tell her all I couldn't...
- I wish I could make one more craft...color one more picture...so everyone would know...
- I wish I had one moment in time that would stop...but which one...I really shouldn't.
- I wish I could take it all back...
- I wish I could make it all go away
- I wish I could make it stop
- I wish I could have
- I wish I should have
- I would have
- if I were stronger
- I wish I could be forgotten
- I wish I could fade away
- I wish I could disappear
- like the icicle I'm holding...under the burning rays of the sun...melting in my hand...like tears on my cheek.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Deliver me from the Idiots, Moses said...
I'm not sure he said to the Pharaoh "Let my people go"...I think maybe he was thinking "Deliver me from the IDIOTS!" Because since the breaking light of the sun, we've been plagued by IDIOTS.
What does it take to be an idiot? Well...first you have NO common sense at all. And sometimes you are very educated, hence making you an educated idiot. Some people could not think for themselves if someone paid them to. And still if they were paid, they would still answer all wrong. Why? Because they are IDIOTS!
Shall we delve more into this atrocity of life? Google IDIOT.
You'll find...
Wikipedia information...a freakin website just for idiots..www.idiot.com...a Russian book about idiots...and an idiots guide...oh and an idiots test...just to name a few.
So I'm at work, and a semi educated person comes up to me and has paperwork that they need to just HAND to me, for I'm the trained professional here..I'm the one to read it and decipher what all the little notes and scribbles mean. But they want to stand there and try to read it to me like they know what they are talking about and guess what? THEY ARE F'IN IDIOTS AND DON'T KNOW. So why don't you just HAND IT OVER BIMBO? But oh no. They are going to stand there and continue to read it to me. I often wonder, do my eyes glaze over like a Krispy Kreme? Do I suddenly have drool coming out of my mouth? Do one of my hands creep up to my chest like I'm having a seizure of some sort? A grand mal? GASP! What's that? I just said a word that you might not have any idea about! YES! I'M SMART!
Oh how about the idiot at the bank, who takes your deposit of $4000 you are putting into your mother's account, and you have POA over the account but the teller won't tell you what they balance is in the account because you opened it in Sville instead of Rville. Um what? So you say to the teller, "couldn't you just call the branch in Sville to verify this?" and she stammers around like a hen with a wolf in the chickencoop and decides she's just not bright enough to answer that question, so here, let me bother the manager with this question...who proceeds to have a brain seizure herself and all be damn, can't decide if she should call the Sville branch or just tell you to "have a nice day"....AND all that and no damn lollipop!
IDIOTS I SAY! IDIOTS IN THE WORLD! ALL AROUND US!
I hate people.
And I'm still fat.
ps...if you have 3 laundry baskets sitting in the same room as you, should you REALLY ask me if there are any laundry baskets in the house?????????? I MEAN. REALLY? MUST YOU?
What does it take to be an idiot? Well...first you have NO common sense at all. And sometimes you are very educated, hence making you an educated idiot. Some people could not think for themselves if someone paid them to. And still if they were paid, they would still answer all wrong. Why? Because they are IDIOTS!
Shall we delve more into this atrocity of life? Google IDIOT.
You'll find...
Wikipedia information...a freakin website just for idiots..www.idiot.com...a Russian book about idiots...and an idiots guide...oh and an idiots test...just to name a few.
So I'm at work, and a semi educated person comes up to me and has paperwork that they need to just HAND to me, for I'm the trained professional here..I'm the one to read it and decipher what all the little notes and scribbles mean. But they want to stand there and try to read it to me like they know what they are talking about and guess what? THEY ARE F'IN IDIOTS AND DON'T KNOW. So why don't you just HAND IT OVER BIMBO? But oh no. They are going to stand there and continue to read it to me. I often wonder, do my eyes glaze over like a Krispy Kreme? Do I suddenly have drool coming out of my mouth? Do one of my hands creep up to my chest like I'm having a seizure of some sort? A grand mal? GASP! What's that? I just said a word that you might not have any idea about! YES! I'M SMART!
Oh how about the idiot at the bank, who takes your deposit of $4000 you are putting into your mother's account, and you have POA over the account but the teller won't tell you what they balance is in the account because you opened it in Sville instead of Rville. Um what? So you say to the teller, "couldn't you just call the branch in Sville to verify this?" and she stammers around like a hen with a wolf in the chickencoop and decides she's just not bright enough to answer that question, so here, let me bother the manager with this question...who proceeds to have a brain seizure herself and all be damn, can't decide if she should call the Sville branch or just tell you to "have a nice day"....AND all that and no damn lollipop!
IDIOTS I SAY! IDIOTS IN THE WORLD! ALL AROUND US!
I hate people.
And I'm still fat.
ps...if you have 3 laundry baskets sitting in the same room as you, should you REALLY ask me if there are any laundry baskets in the house?????????? I MEAN. REALLY? MUST YOU?
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Oh Bryan...I Put A Spell On Yooooouuuuuuu...
*sips homemade lemonade*
Yeah, I'm sipping lemonade...been alternating between that and ginger ale, as they are the only 2 things that calm my aching stomach...my poor wretched stomach that screams hourly I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! It's like a ship lost in a horrific Noreaster...*grabs for trash can*
Ever thought if you could pick a time frame to live in what would it be? I have several...I'd want...
to be an Egpytian princess...on the river Nile...with my gorgeous Egpytian prince...staring off at the sunset...
to be the great love of Beethoven...his Immortal Beloved...to powder my face and my wig and lie across his piano...feeling his every emotion as his fingers touch the ivories...
to be a flapper in the roaring 20's! I want to ride in a Rolls and have a house in the Hamptons...give me Gatsby ANYDAY.
I think...I think I'm a hopeless romantic...
and I'm fat...but not as fat as last post as I've lost about 5 or 6 lbs thanks to being sick!
Yeah, I'm sipping lemonade...been alternating between that and ginger ale, as they are the only 2 things that calm my aching stomach...my poor wretched stomach that screams hourly I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! It's like a ship lost in a horrific Noreaster...*grabs for trash can*
Ever thought if you could pick a time frame to live in what would it be? I have several...I'd want...
to be an Egpytian princess...on the river Nile...with my gorgeous Egpytian prince...staring off at the sunset...
to be the great love of Beethoven...his Immortal Beloved...to powder my face and my wig and lie across his piano...feeling his every emotion as his fingers touch the ivories...
to be a flapper in the roaring 20's! I want to ride in a Rolls and have a house in the Hamptons...give me Gatsby ANYDAY.
I think...I think I'm a hopeless romantic...
and I'm fat...but not as fat as last post as I've lost about 5 or 6 lbs thanks to being sick!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Hmmm...
so...I have this plastic backscratcher...and a minute ago I was holding it and smacking the end of it on my hand...and a vivid, electrical thought came to my mind...a WHAT IF moment if you will...WHAT IF I were a dominatrix? So...hmmm...what if.....
what would my name be? I can't be Mistress Amanda...that is just...not sensual...or dominating...NOR is Mistress Mandy..I feel 5 when I hear the name Mandy...and for the most part loathe that nickname. Mistress Elizabeth...naw...too gay...so I turned to the everfaithful Google to help me in my search for the PERFECT Mistress name...
"mistress names" I google...and the first name I see after the search is complete, has NOTHING to do with being a dom, but it's the name Martha. Yeah. Martha.
Maaaaaaaaaaaartha...oh yes...the sister of Lazarus...the sister of my late babysitter...the lady in my mom's church who draws her lipstick on her lips in a block shape instead of following the natural curve of her lips....
Mistress Martha...yeeeeeeeeeeeees...I'm Mistress Martha...I'll be your dita tonight..."smacks the riding crop aka backscratcher on hand"....you must obey me...or you'll be puuuuuuuunished....do you want me to punish you? Do you want me to seduce you? Is that what you're trying to tell me?
Oh wait...that last part is from The Graduate...silly me!
I'd want one of those face masks, like Kitka wore in Batman and Robin! WOOT! I want leather...and bitch boots...and a riding crop...I also want a really wild punkish wig. Or or or ...how about a Cleopatra wig? Yeah!! I don't want anyone wearing a diaper that they expect me to change though..that is just sick.
Just run around and do stuff I tell you to do...like, fix me some tea...mop my kitchen...feed the dog...ohoh and grocery shop..yeah...and pay my bills...no, SEW me a blanket out of all my bills...and put me to bed...read me a story...I want to hear Bartholomew and the Oobleck....and get my Raggedy Ann out of the closet for me too...
somehow this just doesn't sound right...but hey...do I ever say anything that sounds right? I don't think so...
ps...I'm fatter today.
what would my name be? I can't be Mistress Amanda...that is just...not sensual...or dominating...NOR is Mistress Mandy..I feel 5 when I hear the name Mandy...and for the most part loathe that nickname. Mistress Elizabeth...naw...too gay...so I turned to the everfaithful Google to help me in my search for the PERFECT Mistress name...
"mistress names" I google...and the first name I see after the search is complete, has NOTHING to do with being a dom, but it's the name Martha. Yeah. Martha.
Maaaaaaaaaaaartha...oh yes...the sister of Lazarus...the sister of my late babysitter...the lady in my mom's church who draws her lipstick on her lips in a block shape instead of following the natural curve of her lips....
Mistress Martha...yeeeeeeeeeeeees...I'm Mistress Martha...I'll be your dita tonight..."smacks the riding crop aka backscratcher on hand"....you must obey me...or you'll be puuuuuuuunished....do you want me to punish you? Do you want me to seduce you? Is that what you're trying to tell me?
Oh wait...that last part is from The Graduate...silly me!
I'd want one of those face masks, like Kitka wore in Batman and Robin! WOOT! I want leather...and bitch boots...and a riding crop...I also want a really wild punkish wig. Or or or ...how about a Cleopatra wig? Yeah!! I don't want anyone wearing a diaper that they expect me to change though..that is just sick.
Just run around and do stuff I tell you to do...like, fix me some tea...mop my kitchen...feed the dog...ohoh and grocery shop..yeah...and pay my bills...no, SEW me a blanket out of all my bills...and put me to bed...read me a story...I want to hear Bartholomew and the Oobleck....and get my Raggedy Ann out of the closet for me too...
somehow this just doesn't sound right...but hey...do I ever say anything that sounds right? I don't think so...
ps...I'm fatter today.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I love Bryan Ferry more than cheesecake!
I FINALLY downloaded Out Of The Blue by Roxy Music tonight and I'm STOKED. I love love love that song. I rented a dvd through Netflix of them in Paris and oh my god, it only took a few minutes before I was DANCING in my bedroom like some kind of African Queen...I was all over the room and when this song came on, well...I jumped on my bed. Yeah..I'm 37 years old..and I climbed up in my bed and danced on it...and jumped. It's a wonder my FAT BUTT didn't break the bed.
I would love to meet Bryan Ferry...but what would I say to him? The common cliche? "I love your music! It saved my life in 1997! It kept me from eating myself to death in 1985! It led me to therapy in 2001! BRYAN I LOVE YOU!"
UM...yeah..not. I mean, I haven't a clue what I would say to him...I wouldn't really want to say the normal kinds of crack things people say....he's heard it 1000000000000000000000 times...
AAAAAAG! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! The song just CUT OFF right at the ending part which is what I love the most! It's when Lucy just GRINDS on her violin!!! WHINES!!!
i'm fat.
I would love to meet Bryan Ferry...but what would I say to him? The common cliche? "I love your music! It saved my life in 1997! It kept me from eating myself to death in 1985! It led me to therapy in 2001! BRYAN I LOVE YOU!"
UM...yeah..not. I mean, I haven't a clue what I would say to him...I wouldn't really want to say the normal kinds of crack things people say....he's heard it 1000000000000000000000 times...
AAAAAAG! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! The song just CUT OFF right at the ending part which is what I love the most! It's when Lucy just GRINDS on her violin!!! WHINES!!!
i'm fat.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
"Could it be....SATAN??"
What sort of emotional response and thoughts do words like temptation, intoxication, addiction and lust evoke in you? Does the thought of a certain person evoke lust and excitement? Are you addicted to something and try as you may, you simply can’t bring yourself to give it up?
THIS WEEK'S CARD: THE DEVIL
Wow...how did Alison at Lotus know I fancied cheesecake, rainbows and naps on the couch? Yeeeeeeees...yes....Sara Lee...New York cheesecake...
yes....
*hysterical laughter*
THIS WEEK'S CARD: THE DEVIL
Wow...how did Alison at Lotus know I fancied cheesecake, rainbows and naps on the couch? Yeeeeeeees...yes....Sara Lee...New York cheesecake...
yes....
*hysterical laughter*
Friday, January 11, 2008
Things that make you go hmmm...
Remember what it was like to not have a cell phone? Hmmm...
Red wine gives me a headache...should I drink it again? Hmmm...
Why is it that most ignorant people in the world move up the ladder faster than the smart ones? Does this mean that smart is stupid and dumb is smartest? Hmmm...
Why do we have one boob bigger than the other one? I mean, sure Eve ate the fruit from the forbidden tree and we suffer horrendous child labor thanks to her, but really, was it necessary to cause us more grief as we struggle to find bras to fit properly, struggle in a bathing suit and worry if the doctor walks out of the exam room after your yearly and chuckles to himself about your A cup leftie and DD cup righty?? I mean...WAS THIS NECESSARY GOD? Hmm...
Furthermore, do men even realize it? And if so, does it bother them? Oh wait..this is men we are talking about...scratch that question. OOOOOOhhhh..
Why do we have to have accents? To endure the snickers and laughter when our Northern friends hear us speak? To endure repeating ourselves over and over when our Western friends try to take our Persian rug orders? Are accents necessary either? Hmmmm...
When you call a number and a message comes on that says "please listen carefully as our menu options have changed" WHY do most people immediately take that to really say "Don't listen, just dial the operator and BUG THE HELL OUT OF HER!" Instead of listening to the options and dialing the extension you are really calling??? WHY? Hmmmm...
Hmmmm....
Red wine gives me a headache...should I drink it again? Hmmm...
Why is it that most ignorant people in the world move up the ladder faster than the smart ones? Does this mean that smart is stupid and dumb is smartest? Hmmm...
Why do we have one boob bigger than the other one? I mean, sure Eve ate the fruit from the forbidden tree and we suffer horrendous child labor thanks to her, but really, was it necessary to cause us more grief as we struggle to find bras to fit properly, struggle in a bathing suit and worry if the doctor walks out of the exam room after your yearly and chuckles to himself about your A cup leftie and DD cup righty?? I mean...WAS THIS NECESSARY GOD? Hmm...
Furthermore, do men even realize it? And if so, does it bother them? Oh wait..this is men we are talking about...scratch that question. OOOOOOhhhh..
Why do we have to have accents? To endure the snickers and laughter when our Northern friends hear us speak? To endure repeating ourselves over and over when our Western friends try to take our Persian rug orders? Are accents necessary either? Hmmmm...
When you call a number and a message comes on that says "please listen carefully as our menu options have changed" WHY do most people immediately take that to really say "Don't listen, just dial the operator and BUG THE HELL OUT OF HER!" Instead of listening to the options and dialing the extension you are really calling??? WHY? Hmmmm...
Hmmmm....
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Note To Self
When taking Christmas tree down, make sure you know HOW it went together, before attempting to take it down. This could possibly reduce the amount of swearing, scratching of arms and jerking unrelentlessly on a poor, defenseless, artificial Christmas tree. Which hence, result in said Christmas tree, going airborn across the living room.....
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People Think They Know Ya...
But do they really? It's the RANDOM crap that counts of course! And yes let's be random...
*swings on swing*
I love forget-me-nots...more than roses.
I have cataracts in both eyes, since age 3.
When I'm nervous, I bite the sides of my fingers. I also twist my hands...so I have to try really hard not to do either of those things.
I have a secret love for The Little River Band.
I know every word to ToadSuckers, via K-92, 1981.
My favorite Tootsie Pop is chocolate. It takes more than 3 licks to get to the center by the way.
Ghosts like me.
My favorite cereal is Lucky Charms. I like to eat the cereal first and then the marshmallows.
My first choice of music is trance/ambient.
I like Disney tunes.
I like DisneyWorld.
I can cook and very well and I can even bake!
I love all things Victorian.
I'm not sure how I feel about abortions...or reincarnation...or stem cell research
I like lexigrams, chakras, moon phases, horoscopes, tarot, empathic tendencies, ghost hunting, meteror showers, runes
I DON'T like 8 balls, ouiji boards, bio rhythms, I ching
Random=admnor
ran, damn, no, nod, ad, mad, dam, rad, rod
Rod
Hot Rod
Steel Rod
Staff and Rod
Rod's....
*swings on swing*
I love forget-me-nots...more than roses.
I have cataracts in both eyes, since age 3.
When I'm nervous, I bite the sides of my fingers. I also twist my hands...so I have to try really hard not to do either of those things.
I have a secret love for The Little River Band.
I know every word to ToadSuckers, via K-92, 1981.
My favorite Tootsie Pop is chocolate. It takes more than 3 licks to get to the center by the way.
Ghosts like me.
My favorite cereal is Lucky Charms. I like to eat the cereal first and then the marshmallows.
My first choice of music is trance/ambient.
I like Disney tunes.
I like DisneyWorld.
I can cook and very well and I can even bake!
I love all things Victorian.
I'm not sure how I feel about abortions...or reincarnation...or stem cell research
I like lexigrams, chakras, moon phases, horoscopes, tarot, empathic tendencies, ghost hunting, meteror showers, runes
I DON'T like 8 balls, ouiji boards, bio rhythms, I ching
Random=admnor
ran, damn, no, nod, ad, mad, dam, rad, rod
Rod
Hot Rod
Steel Rod
Staff and Rod
Rod's....
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Welcome to my small chunk of Earth!
Coming to you live from the comforts of my living room! Wow, what will this be? I think a collection of many random thoughts from my overpacked brain. Will I be posting every day, every hour, minute, second of my life? Um, no. Well, I don't guess so but if I do, tough.
So, for my first random thought...did anyone notice how John McCain just like came out of nowhere in New Hampshire? What the hell? And WHO is this Huckleberry Finn guy? More like Huckabee yes, but, please, no, no more radical Christian's in the White House. Am I am atheist? On the contrary, I have a very deep rooted spiritual life, but I don't like it when the President tries to use his religious background as a basis for votes. Like I am just supposed to wake up one morning and say "Aw gee Wally, I think we should vote for the Christian candidate because he goes to church and prays and stuff."
I go to church...and honestly, I can make a sailor get on his knees and beg for his mama when you make me mad enough to spew a few choice words...I like to drink alcohol and even got pretty much wasted a few weekends ago and it was total bliss! I danced till 3am thanks to many mimosa's, some Hypnotic and God knows what else Wayne, Kathy and Bill were mixing for me! I was even cheering for UVA after a few hours of that lifestyle! *needle on record stops*
So...because I do these few choice things, I'm obviously not a "perfect" Christian, and who is really??? Therefore, why should my presidential vote be based on a religious candidate when you know he's no better than me or you or anyone else...unless he's Billy Graham...I like him, so no dissing on the Bill Meister.
It's called pick the lesser of the evils...I'm not a party girl...I'm not a Donkey I'm not an Elephant, rather I like to sit back watching each sides...call me Switzerland...I don't like being thrown into a party...I'd rather just have a drink and call it that.
Have you ever seen Two And A Half Men? Great show. Must watch.
Flava of Love 3 is coming on soon! Tila Tequila A Shot of Love 2 returns as well! So Bret Michaels is trying for his love again but honestly, I'd much much much rather watch Flava than Bret...Flava's girls are always SO much more entertaining than those washed up leftover 80's MadonnaWannabe's from Bret...or worse..the 20 year old bimbo who doesn't even know who Madonna is..much less Bret...
Word to Bret..better let yo mama pick the next one. Get a nice girl next door. I said NEXT door..not BACK door.
Jeesh.
So, for my first random thought...did anyone notice how John McCain just like came out of nowhere in New Hampshire? What the hell? And WHO is this Huckleberry Finn guy? More like Huckabee yes, but, please, no, no more radical Christian's in the White House. Am I am atheist? On the contrary, I have a very deep rooted spiritual life, but I don't like it when the President tries to use his religious background as a basis for votes. Like I am just supposed to wake up one morning and say "Aw gee Wally, I think we should vote for the Christian candidate because he goes to church and prays and stuff."
I go to church...and honestly, I can make a sailor get on his knees and beg for his mama when you make me mad enough to spew a few choice words...I like to drink alcohol and even got pretty much wasted a few weekends ago and it was total bliss! I danced till 3am thanks to many mimosa's, some Hypnotic and God knows what else Wayne, Kathy and Bill were mixing for me! I was even cheering for UVA after a few hours of that lifestyle! *needle on record stops*
So...because I do these few choice things, I'm obviously not a "perfect" Christian, and who is really??? Therefore, why should my presidential vote be based on a religious candidate when you know he's no better than me or you or anyone else...unless he's Billy Graham...I like him, so no dissing on the Bill Meister.
It's called pick the lesser of the evils...I'm not a party girl...I'm not a Donkey I'm not an Elephant, rather I like to sit back watching each sides...call me Switzerland...I don't like being thrown into a party...I'd rather just have a drink and call it that.
Have you ever seen Two And A Half Men? Great show. Must watch.
Flava of Love 3 is coming on soon! Tila Tequila A Shot of Love 2 returns as well! So Bret Michaels is trying for his love again but honestly, I'd much much much rather watch Flava than Bret...Flava's girls are always SO much more entertaining than those washed up leftover 80's MadonnaWannabe's from Bret...or worse..the 20 year old bimbo who doesn't even know who Madonna is..much less Bret...
Word to Bret..better let yo mama pick the next one. Get a nice girl next door. I said NEXT door..not BACK door.
Jeesh.
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