Since we haven't promoted our blog in some time and everyone is "too busy" to blog, it is just our way of venting and chatting, not like we don't chat endlessly and mindlessly often.
I want to find a good topic. As you may see, I have already reverted to the pink. "Show me some Pink", he he.... The earthy mama colors are nice, but our blog would be too serious if we just used it to preach environmental awareness. So I think we should go back to topics that could make you think, laugh or just be overly thankful that our few readers are not us.
I am trying to find the stupid comment icon, but it has disappeared. When you are not so tired, maybe you can find it. I wrote out postcards to a bunch of chicas about a year ago to send to get them to blog, they are still on my dresser. I have a disability with mailing things. Whatever.
Let's see. We can talk about how our husbands keep digressing with their cheap talk and perversions. But that is nothing new. I have one comment. When they talk shit like they do, do they really think it is a turn on? Do they expect us to swing our hair and rip off our clothes because they came up with a filthy comment. The comments are somewhat amusing, but the purpose? There is none. I think they talk like that to hear themselves say those things aloud. It is kind of like when little boys stand in front of the mirror and do muscles.
Okay, I am going to do something fairly productive. maybe. I will get other fun women on this blog. Where are they?
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Can't get there from here. . .
So. I'd like to respond to you GFD, however, there is no little comment icon and I'm too lame and tired to try to figure out 1. how to install one and 2. how to do it without the icon. So, luckily for me, I have posting privileges - being a grandfuba myself - so I'll be responding to you from here.
Shhhhhh. See the tumbleweeds dance by? Ah, the deserted ghost-blog. The dust swirls, the shutters slam open and shut. But don't you worry - I'm out here -- with not a lot to say, except HOLY CRAP I'M TIRED!
Man, life can really take a toll on us "doers" huh? The month of May has always been a crazy month - with school ending (for my kids) and lots and lots of birthdays and other activities. But now -- whoa nelly -- I've got even more of a schedule to deal with.
I don't mind. Actually, I kind of like it. Most of the time. Sometimes, though, I wish I could tip my hat, take a lean and nod off for a bit. The coffee isn't cutting it.
I can't say I'm having the same problem with the baseball - but there is always the computer and database wednesday and database Tuesday and the news on the computer and everything on the computer. But, in the big picture - I've been lucky this year. Big changes - and my man met the challenge. He's done the doctor appointments (and let me say there were many - as you know) and lots of the other little things that I used to do. Mighty helpful, he is.
I am looking forward to the summer - we've got so many things planned - I hope even 50% of them actually happen! It's a great time to get back in touch with ourselves and see the world - or the state or the town or whatever. . .
I don't have much to complain about, but I do want to, quietly, acknowledge some of the really really sad things that have happened over the last couple of weeks.
It's important to remember the important things in life - spending time with family and friends - remembering to tell them we love them, appreciate them, have fun with them, etc. Don't wait. Don't worry - and don't be afraid. This is my biggest hurdle - being vulnerable - putting myself out there and getting the door slammed in my face.
Wanting melon - and the melon woman doesn't aknowledge me. :-)
So, that being said - I'll keep this short and say thank you to everyone who has laughed at my stupid jokes and invited me along - even if you thought you might not want to - and giving me a chance - allowing me to be me and giving me the opportunity to get to know you.
Some folks are worried about turning 40 - and, aside from the crazy hormones, I'm enjoying myself more than ever - right now.
That's all for now - GFL
Shhhhhh. See the tumbleweeds dance by? Ah, the deserted ghost-blog. The dust swirls, the shutters slam open and shut. But don't you worry - I'm out here -- with not a lot to say, except HOLY CRAP I'M TIRED!
Man, life can really take a toll on us "doers" huh? The month of May has always been a crazy month - with school ending (for my kids) and lots and lots of birthdays and other activities. But now -- whoa nelly -- I've got even more of a schedule to deal with.
I don't mind. Actually, I kind of like it. Most of the time. Sometimes, though, I wish I could tip my hat, take a lean and nod off for a bit. The coffee isn't cutting it.
I can't say I'm having the same problem with the baseball - but there is always the computer and database wednesday and database Tuesday and the news on the computer and everything on the computer. But, in the big picture - I've been lucky this year. Big changes - and my man met the challenge. He's done the doctor appointments (and let me say there were many - as you know) and lots of the other little things that I used to do. Mighty helpful, he is.
I am looking forward to the summer - we've got so many things planned - I hope even 50% of them actually happen! It's a great time to get back in touch with ourselves and see the world - or the state or the town or whatever. . .
I don't have much to complain about, but I do want to, quietly, acknowledge some of the really really sad things that have happened over the last couple of weeks.
It's important to remember the important things in life - spending time with family and friends - remembering to tell them we love them, appreciate them, have fun with them, etc. Don't wait. Don't worry - and don't be afraid. This is my biggest hurdle - being vulnerable - putting myself out there and getting the door slammed in my face.
Wanting melon - and the melon woman doesn't aknowledge me. :-)
So, that being said - I'll keep this short and say thank you to everyone who has laughed at my stupid jokes and invited me along - even if you thought you might not want to - and giving me a chance - allowing me to be me and giving me the opportunity to get to know you.
Some folks are worried about turning 40 - and, aside from the crazy hormones, I'm enjoying myself more than ever - right now.
That's all for now - GFL
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Where has time gone?
I am back, not that anyone cares, because nobody reads this anymore. But guess what, I am going to get a following. Yeah, a following. I think this thing should get up and running again. There are fabulous women out there, my friends of course, and we should be doing this as an outlet to our creative freedom and the more often need to rant about the stuff that bugs us dearly.
So on that note, let's see, what bugs me right now. Oh, well there are a few things, but not really appropriate for blogging where people may figure out who you are talking about. That could make for some troubling times...So let's see. Hmm.
Well, it is baseball season. That means my man is consumed with real baseball, fantasy baseball, he coaches little league and in the evening plays video game baseball. I don't get it. It frees up my time I guess, more time for me to do the dishes and laundry, you know all the stuff that he isn't doing becuase of stupid baseball.
What else is a burning topic. Food. Pesticides. Junk. Global issues. I think I need to revamp the fabulism front page and go green. I think we should not only do our girl stuff, but we should challenge and support each other in living a more green life. We can share tips and stuff that will improve our overall well being. Yeah, that is it! Let's take this blog and make it organic. Or orgasmic if anyone has something juicy to share. I will work on redoing the front page and see if we can get this ball rolling again.
tata for now
So on that note, let's see, what bugs me right now. Oh, well there are a few things, but not really appropriate for blogging where people may figure out who you are talking about. That could make for some troubling times...So let's see. Hmm.
Well, it is baseball season. That means my man is consumed with real baseball, fantasy baseball, he coaches little league and in the evening plays video game baseball. I don't get it. It frees up my time I guess, more time for me to do the dishes and laundry, you know all the stuff that he isn't doing becuase of stupid baseball.
What else is a burning topic. Food. Pesticides. Junk. Global issues. I think I need to revamp the fabulism front page and go green. I think we should not only do our girl stuff, but we should challenge and support each other in living a more green life. We can share tips and stuff that will improve our overall well being. Yeah, that is it! Let's take this blog and make it organic. Or orgasmic if anyone has something juicy to share. I will work on redoing the front page and see if we can get this ball rolling again.
tata for now
Friday, February 1, 2008
The Possibility Jar
Ah. . . life and all it's possibilities! So many routes, so many paths, so many obstacles! I have heard that there are three people in this world: Those who complain and fight life, those who let life happen, and those that make life happen - the way they want and on their terms. I'd like to think of myself as fluctuating between the let it happen and make it happen. Yeah baby. . . I'm not sure if everything is so black and white, or black and gray and white -as it seems to have been determined.
My philosophy - it isn't unique - is everything in moderation. Except the icky stuff. Like, I don't think it's OK to kill people in moderation. How would that trial go? Um, sir, I only killed a couple folks - isn't that kind of a moderate number compared to many other killers? Or with crack (any kind of crack - for those of you who, well, KNOW). Some things are better left untouched.
On the other hand, some things are worth trying - even if they seem scary. Some things are worth dreaming, even if they seem impossible. Isn't that the mere definition of DREAM? To dream - the impossible dream . . . la la la la la la. It's not a showtune, but that one's for you, GFD.
If you don't dream, you will live in stagnance. Some dreams are ginormous and take years and years to achieve and some are little ones - like - hey, I hope to make it through the week without giving in to my diet or smacking my kids :-) Luckily, most of us achieve those. . .But this is about the big ones. Life changing dreams.
Everything I've dreamt of, and worked hard for, has built me. I have been called ridiculous and idealistic, but I don't care.
My mom and I were talking one day about my aunt (her sister) and her new boyfriend. Her sister was recently divorced after 20+ years of marriage. In her mind, she just couldn't take it anymore. She just wasn't happy. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is she has this amazing - almost too good to be true - boyfriend. He's all JUDE could be - and thensome (I think he does laundry and cooks and cleans). My mom was sharing some of the fun times my aunt was having and followed it up with this:
It's everything I'd ever dream for my sister. I don't dream anymore because, why dream when they never come true?
I was floored. Was I a product of this? I was and am. I told her that she had to make her dreams happen and that no one was going to do it for her.
When my husband and I met, we talked about our dreams - like most people do when they're getting to know each other. And, throughout our marriage, I've been the dreammaker - the one who makes them happen. I'm also the family motivator and, well, a lot of other things. Each time I've come up with something I want or something that I think we should do, it's knocked down as impossible. A laugh here, a shake of the head there - nah, he says. Can't. I just don't see how we could swing it, or really? you want to do that?
Through many difficulties, 4 children - 2 with disabilities and two others that act like children (imagine that!) I have still been the one. Even when my husband lived out of state for a year (for work) I shouldered not only the daily duties, but worked toward our dreams and we accomplished them. Once I got rollin' he supported me, but getting him going was and is the problem!
I'm tired. I'm tired of proving - over and over again - that it can happen with a little blood sweat and tears - and I'm not talking those classic rock dudes because I'm not a big fan of their music. For awhile, I think I gave up. I think I actually felt like my mom sounded! But no more.
The other day, I brought up an idea for a yearly family tradition and it was shot down again. It felt like I was slammed in the chest with a big fat boulder. It took me a day, but I got back on my horse and, for the millionth time asked him to consider responding in a more positive way - and then, out of nowhere, I said it. It just came out - like, hey, can't you just say, sure, let's put it in the possibility jar? That's when we both cracked up.
He's warming up to my "nostalgia" idea - and he's trying to get POSSIBILITY JAR to catch on at work as the new catch phrase.
Last night, I had parent night at the high-school (EEEK - I'm sooooo old!) and the hubby wanted to know if a little nighttime exercise was in the possibility jar. I told him that it was near the bottom of the jar. The night went long. I called to let him know that the lid to the jar had been screwed on tightly and that there was no access to it.
So, think about the possibility jar - what is possible? What's near the top? the middle? the bottom? I'm definitely incorporating that lingo into my day -- it's all about the jar - and I'm hoping it overflow eternally!
once again, proving I'm a huge dork. :-)
My philosophy - it isn't unique - is everything in moderation. Except the icky stuff. Like, I don't think it's OK to kill people in moderation. How would that trial go? Um, sir, I only killed a couple folks - isn't that kind of a moderate number compared to many other killers? Or with crack (any kind of crack - for those of you who, well, KNOW). Some things are better left untouched.
On the other hand, some things are worth trying - even if they seem scary. Some things are worth dreaming, even if they seem impossible. Isn't that the mere definition of DREAM? To dream - the impossible dream . . . la la la la la la. It's not a showtune, but that one's for you, GFD.
If you don't dream, you will live in stagnance. Some dreams are ginormous and take years and years to achieve and some are little ones - like - hey, I hope to make it through the week without giving in to my diet or smacking my kids :-) Luckily, most of us achieve those. . .But this is about the big ones. Life changing dreams.
Everything I've dreamt of, and worked hard for, has built me. I have been called ridiculous and idealistic, but I don't care.
My mom and I were talking one day about my aunt (her sister) and her new boyfriend. Her sister was recently divorced after 20+ years of marriage. In her mind, she just couldn't take it anymore. She just wasn't happy. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is she has this amazing - almost too good to be true - boyfriend. He's all JUDE could be - and thensome (I think he does laundry and cooks and cleans). My mom was sharing some of the fun times my aunt was having and followed it up with this:
It's everything I'd ever dream for my sister. I don't dream anymore because, why dream when they never come true?
I was floored. Was I a product of this? I was and am. I told her that she had to make her dreams happen and that no one was going to do it for her.
When my husband and I met, we talked about our dreams - like most people do when they're getting to know each other. And, throughout our marriage, I've been the dreammaker - the one who makes them happen. I'm also the family motivator and, well, a lot of other things. Each time I've come up with something I want or something that I think we should do, it's knocked down as impossible. A laugh here, a shake of the head there - nah, he says. Can't. I just don't see how we could swing it, or really? you want to do that?
Through many difficulties, 4 children - 2 with disabilities and two others that act like children (imagine that!) I have still been the one. Even when my husband lived out of state for a year (for work) I shouldered not only the daily duties, but worked toward our dreams and we accomplished them. Once I got rollin' he supported me, but getting him going was and is the problem!
I'm tired. I'm tired of proving - over and over again - that it can happen with a little blood sweat and tears - and I'm not talking those classic rock dudes because I'm not a big fan of their music. For awhile, I think I gave up. I think I actually felt like my mom sounded! But no more.
The other day, I brought up an idea for a yearly family tradition and it was shot down again. It felt like I was slammed in the chest with a big fat boulder. It took me a day, but I got back on my horse and, for the millionth time asked him to consider responding in a more positive way - and then, out of nowhere, I said it. It just came out - like, hey, can't you just say, sure, let's put it in the possibility jar? That's when we both cracked up.
He's warming up to my "nostalgia" idea - and he's trying to get POSSIBILITY JAR to catch on at work as the new catch phrase.
Last night, I had parent night at the high-school (EEEK - I'm sooooo old!) and the hubby wanted to know if a little nighttime exercise was in the possibility jar. I told him that it was near the bottom of the jar. The night went long. I called to let him know that the lid to the jar had been screwed on tightly and that there was no access to it.
So, think about the possibility jar - what is possible? What's near the top? the middle? the bottom? I'm definitely incorporating that lingo into my day -- it's all about the jar - and I'm hoping it overflow eternally!
once again, proving I'm a huge dork. :-)
Pop Goes the Weasel
Have you ever experienced premature....well..explosion? Get your head out of the gutters ladies...I know what you were thinking... This is not an x-rated blog, and something perverted or deliquent come out of moi? please!
This is just a narrative, a little testimonial why people should not drink pop. Yes, pop or soda, whatever you call it. Push aside the horrible teeth rotting, artificial sweetners and loads of sugar and nasty tastes...let's talk dye and carbonation. We all like a little bubbly here and there, champagne, bubble baths, bubble wrap and for me (and many of my friends) soda water. Club soda water.
Take note: soda water in cans does not freeze well. You know how you shake up a can accidentally (or not) and then you open it and it sprays everywhere. Now give that a little Emeril and take it up a notch and stick two full cans of soda water in your car and freeze overnight in subzero temperatures. Now imagine that shook up can with an opening the size of the entire lenght of the can. The damn can split right in half....it EXPLODED everywhere in my car. It looked like an experiment from Myth Busters.
Okay, no big deal, it happened overnight....but the funny (and yes, it was funny) thing was that the entire inside of my car, mainly roof, dash and seats were covered in ice! I had stalagtite and stalagmites everywhere. It must have exploded slush and because it was so cold it just froze in place.
See, my hubby found it first (he was warming up my car :)) and wasn't all that mad. Ya know why? It was water! Not pop. No dye! No sugar! I didn't ruin my car! If I was a pop fiend, my truck would have some serious problems and it would have caused a little tension....but yeah! just water. DOWN WITH POP!
I had to drive to work, I had a long coat on which was a necessity to sit on my frozen seat. As I drove with the heat on I scraped my ceiling while my daughter kept saying, "It's snowing in mommy's car". I had to chuckle. Stupid things like this always seem to find me. This one at least nobody was hurt, no damage was done, it reinforced good drinking habits, it made my daughter laugh and I didn't really have to clean anything up...it just dried...or refroze.
This is just a narrative, a little testimonial why people should not drink pop. Yes, pop or soda, whatever you call it. Push aside the horrible teeth rotting, artificial sweetners and loads of sugar and nasty tastes...let's talk dye and carbonation. We all like a little bubbly here and there, champagne, bubble baths, bubble wrap and for me (and many of my friends) soda water. Club soda water.
Take note: soda water in cans does not freeze well. You know how you shake up a can accidentally (or not) and then you open it and it sprays everywhere. Now give that a little Emeril and take it up a notch and stick two full cans of soda water in your car and freeze overnight in subzero temperatures. Now imagine that shook up can with an opening the size of the entire lenght of the can. The damn can split right in half....it EXPLODED everywhere in my car. It looked like an experiment from Myth Busters.
Okay, no big deal, it happened overnight....but the funny (and yes, it was funny) thing was that the entire inside of my car, mainly roof, dash and seats were covered in ice! I had stalagtite and stalagmites everywhere. It must have exploded slush and because it was so cold it just froze in place.
See, my hubby found it first (he was warming up my car :)) and wasn't all that mad. Ya know why? It was water! Not pop. No dye! No sugar! I didn't ruin my car! If I was a pop fiend, my truck would have some serious problems and it would have caused a little tension....but yeah! just water. DOWN WITH POP!
I had to drive to work, I had a long coat on which was a necessity to sit on my frozen seat. As I drove with the heat on I scraped my ceiling while my daughter kept saying, "It's snowing in mommy's car". I had to chuckle. Stupid things like this always seem to find me. This one at least nobody was hurt, no damage was done, it reinforced good drinking habits, it made my daughter laugh and I didn't really have to clean anything up...it just dried...or refroze.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I'm a Weepa
Why do somethings we as a society deem dorky in general, look so much better on English chaps? Why do nerd glasses make Jude Law look incredibley sexy? Why do we just want to melt when he admits he cries, and often? Wouldn't we just think he was wimpy, totally faggy or a big ass pussy? No, it all looks so much better on a guy with, pretty much, a speech impediment. Sure it is considered and accent, but half the time you can't understand what these blokes are saying....and do we care? I wouldn't care if Jude was talking about the benefits of broccoli if he was staring in my eyes wearing only boxer shorts and a scarf. He could be an insurance salesman and I would have a policy on everything I owned by the end of the night if he was wrapped in a wool coat and a scarf. Oh yeah, everything is better with a scarf. Not only do they serve the purpose of keeping one's neck warm, they can be used to pull said scarfee closer while they whisper vegetable benefits or sell you fire protection. *** They can also be used later to tie the hottie up to the bed, so you can take full advantage of him all night long.
Back to the stuff we think is dorky....would you laugh at Jude if he wore those black socks with the holder upper thingies on? No way, we would turn those into "man garters" and think they were smokin'. What about a pocket protector with pens and minilight. Oh...we would roll with that...think of the body art that could be created...and in the dark...a multitalented kind of guy...Suspenders? Must be that he is well endowed and he has to buy bigger pants and his waist is so little he needs help keeping them up...although he would look much better with them around his ankles.
Okay, I should go take a cold shower now.... Just having fun...lightening the blog...I am sure we will get back into some heavy shit....but for now...fluff...nothing but fluff...which now reminds me of marshmallow fluff which could be used for.....................
Back to the stuff we think is dorky....would you laugh at Jude if he wore those black socks with the holder upper thingies on? No way, we would turn those into "man garters" and think they were smokin'. What about a pocket protector with pens and minilight. Oh...we would roll with that...think of the body art that could be created...and in the dark...a multitalented kind of guy...Suspenders? Must be that he is well endowed and he has to buy bigger pants and his waist is so little he needs help keeping them up...although he would look much better with them around his ankles.
Okay, I should go take a cold shower now.... Just having fun...lightening the blog...I am sure we will get back into some heavy shit....but for now...fluff...nothing but fluff...which now reminds me of marshmallow fluff which could be used for.....................
Monday, January 28, 2008
Back in Black (ink)
Okay, the blog is back in action. I am going to, somehow get more women on this thing. I just spent an awesome couple of days with a bunch of good girlfriends. Each of these women are smart, independent and funny. There is no reason for avoiding witty banter and commentary on this blog. I don't care if we spend the majority of time coming up with scenerios about Jude Law. I don't care if we try to analyize the Blair Witch. Just get out here....or get on for some excercise...if nothing else.
I don't have a particular subject in mind and I am beyond tired. It has just turned 8:00 and my pillow is calling my name. My pillow's name is Jude. I will be sending an email to all of you to get your butts on this. Give me some ideas to talk about. They can be serious, stupid, funny or just a life question that we should all think about...or a story....a way to share...communicate....connect...and just get rid of...a dumping ground for emotions......
I am not going to bribe anymore, although I pay, right Shady? Just late of course. You don't have to reply with a novel...just let us know you are out there. Make yourself a profile, they are fun to do and you can change them. I think that will be my new goal also...change my profile to something else ridiculous....If I can't dream, what can I do?
Oh, I know. Go to bed..
I don't have a particular subject in mind and I am beyond tired. It has just turned 8:00 and my pillow is calling my name. My pillow's name is Jude. I will be sending an email to all of you to get your butts on this. Give me some ideas to talk about. They can be serious, stupid, funny or just a life question that we should all think about...or a story....a way to share...communicate....connect...and just get rid of...a dumping ground for emotions......
I am not going to bribe anymore, although I pay, right Shady? Just late of course. You don't have to reply with a novel...just let us know you are out there. Make yourself a profile, they are fun to do and you can change them. I think that will be my new goal also...change my profile to something else ridiculous....If I can't dream, what can I do?
Oh, I know. Go to bed..
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