Oh, those perfect posts!

**Go see my tenant~~she is rockin' the hizzzzzouse! Fo' reals yo.

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REDNECK DIVA
for the post
"Too Fat To Ride The Roller Coaster"
is my choice for the coveted



for March.
Not only is she a fellow OkieLander and Mommy, she's smart and funny too. This post struck a chord with me, because I've had a fear of the same thing happening. And not just at an amusement park. To me the roller coaster is symbolic of so many things that I avoid in my life....K, I'm ready to ride with you.

Flashback Thursday

but first...

I used the word "chuntering" yesterday.
I blame my excessive PBS Brit-com watching.

...and then...
Don't you hate when you're driving along, maybe not "paying attention" in the strictest sense, when you notice you've almost missed your turn and have to take the corner on two wheels too fast and then your purse tumbles to the floorboard, landing upside down and spills your junk everywhere?

Yeah, I hate that.

On the upside, that's usually when I find that lipstick I've been looking for.

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For Your Entertainment...

A Flashback to an earlier time.
I chose this one in particular because I really, really need to go there.

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The stage has been set...

The soft music of Seal murmurs dreamily in the background

The lights are dimmed

The candles are flickering, dancing their patterns on the walls

The fragrance of Ysatis (my favorite) perfumes the air

The ringers are off

The wine is poured

At last, that long-awaited moment is here.
Only one thing remains to carry the scene to completion.

I slip into a.....
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....steaming tub frothing over with bubbles.

Bathtime for Mommy.
AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

More crap.

**DON'T FORGET MY TENANT! THE ROCK BITCH IS BACK! YEAH!
I love this gal~she's amazing. Courageous, funny, and always the real thing.
Go see her. You'll be glad you did.

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I love it when I have a fabulous hair day, because I've convinced myself that good hair detracts from my large ass.

Let me have my illusions, people.

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Things you can do to annoy co-workers today that really, really work.

Co-worker: "Could you kindly hand me that pen?"
ME: "Could you kindly kiss my ass?"

Co-worker: "Do you mind turning the TV up a little?"
ME: "Do you mind kissing my ass?"

Co-worker: "Will you toss me the box of kleenex?"
ME: "Will you kiss my ass?"

You get the general idea.

Then, every time you say something, do a little air-drums and a rimshot: Ba-dum-BOM-CH!

It'll be fun. I promise.

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That is all.
Have a day.

Dispelling the myths...

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Later that same day...
(a self-portrait)
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Man, I was tiiiiiiired today, but I did manage to nap a little on the way home.

Which was unfortunate, as I was driving.

(HAHA! KIDDING!)

Actually, Becca was behind the wheel.

(HAHA! KIDDING AGAIN!)

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I know you came to find out what really happened...

"I'm gonna live, laugh, love just for today
Gonna take all the trouble that tomorrow might bring and put it away
Gonna drink every drop of happiness
'Til they cover me up
I'm gonna live, gonna laugh, gonna love"

That was my weekend with Jules and Ivy.

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Jules was a most excellent hostess...she tried to provide for my every need.
And I do mean every need.
But you don't need to hear about all that, right?

A large part of our Saturday was spent outside under the trees, sprawled in extra thick cushions, allowing the sun to kiss our faces...and lazily napping, cat-like, in its warmth.

Julie laughed at my bug-o-phobia...but nonetheless bravely dressed for battle (with my flip-flop) and went after a giant juiced-up steroid-filled Texas-sized blue wasp.

She smashed him, but he didn't die...he called for reinforcements.

Julie also laughed at my triple-shot venti mocha, and my admiration of a new tire.
She laughed at me swearing my undying love to a picture of Russell Crowe on the cover of a video.

Come to think of it, I think she laughed at me a lot.

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Cocktail hour started at...well, like the song says, it was 5 o'clock somewhere.

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I think most people have the impression that Jules is the "bad" sister and Ivy is the "good" one, right?

Wrong.


When I saw Jules, she was dressed in a long, somber-looking woollen skirt, long sleeved turtleneck, and sensible shoes. No makeup. Hair in a feminine little bun.
Nearly Amish, in fact.
She greeted me with a huge bouquet of hothouse flowers that she had grown herself~~she's such the horticulturist.
(is that the right word?)

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When I saw Ivy, she was roaring into the driveway in her flashy little sports car, with the stereo blaring and the bass a-thumpin'.

She staggered out of the car, teetering on 6" stiletto heeled boots and drinking cheap wine out of the bottle, still wrapped in its paper bag.
She was dressed like Anna Nicole and had a mouth like Courtney Love.

And you all thought she was the NICE one.
OH, and in ADDITION to being a klepto (she took $20 when she lifted my driver's license) I heard she's also known as the Town Tart.

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Have Jules tell you about the knife throwing incident.

And what Ivy did with the wine bottle.

I think there are pictures.

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Truly I had a fabulous time with the two crazy girls, and yes, I am indeed a closet nerd.
That much of what Jules said was true.

You SO wish you were there.

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P.S. Josh, I thought about you and smiled when I passed the Scenic Turnout on the way home. *winky winky*

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DISCLAIMER: this post is actually filled with lies and half-truths. But I don't want to spoil it by telling you which bits are actually real.

Hey diddly..you ho...

:) I am well into my second margarita~see, I had to drink fast because the mango flavored margarita is sort of..

crappy.
*gag*
So naturally Julie and I are drinking this pitcher as fast as possible to get rid of it.

I'm thinking there may be an audio post later.
We'll see how that works, when my eyes may be too blurry to see the numbers.


THERE ARE NO CHILDREN HERE!

Have I said that before? If so, it bears repeating.
I almost feel guilty for being so overjoyed to have a night without them.
Almost.

Ivy better get here soon.
We need ice.
And chips & salsa.
Yum.

A fun game. If you don't play...

...you're a poopie-head.

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I actually had a post already prepared for today~written last night in a fit of rage and ugliness...but hey, that can wait for another day.

Today we're bringin' the fun in!

Whilst I am gone this weekend (partying like a rock star), I insist that you all play a game for me. I think I actually stole this idea from a post of DAWN'S last year.

Your assignment...

Go to some random blogs. Or if you're a big 'fraidy-cat, you can go to your friends' blogs.

Open up the comments.

Answer all the comments like it was your own blog.

Doesn't that sound like fun??


Then on Monday post about how many emails questioning your sanity you got as a result.

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monty has left the building

Some crap.

This morning I would have almost given my left boob for a significant other to go dig my car out from under the three feet of snow that fell overnight.

Okay, feet, inches, whatever.

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I had a good idea for a post whilst driving to work this morning...I have since forgotten what it was.

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TOMORROW I GET TO GO SEE JULES & IVY FOR A WEEKEND OF DEBAUCHERY! YEEESSS!

One of the best parts is that I get ONE WHOLE SATURDAY NIGHT sans BOTH kids!
It's been over a year since that has happened, and quite frankly I couldn't be more excited.
If that makes me a bad mom, then HELLS YEAH I'm a bad mom.

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Listen up and write it down, because I'm only going to say this once (or so):

I will be 38 whole years old in less than a month.
April 19th, to be exact.

Thirty-eight.
THIRTY-eight.
Thirty-EIGHT.

It tastes funny in my mouth.

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If you think I'm just trying to hit you up for gifts, you couldn't be more....


....correct.

I am lucky enough to share a birthday with the delectable Meg from BlogCabin, so don't forget to wish her a happy birthday then as well.

Anyways.
See the button over there that says wishes and dreams?
Feel free to choose something off the list to send me.
Oh, and ignore the expensive stuff, like the box sets.
That's for family.

Just thought I should give you plenty of notice so you can't use the excuse, "OH, if only I'd known!"
*winky smile*

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So the last couple months I've been a big fat whiny crybaby, wallowing in a morass of self-pity.

(What do you mean, YOU'VE NOTICED?? Shut the hell up.)

Do you ever let something get under your skin a little, and slowly that one incident starts to color your vision of everything else?

I have been forcing sympathy where I have felt none, and acting kind when I felt meanly.

Now, can someone teach me how to get over myself and get on with it?
That'd be great.
Thanks.

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That is all.

MishMash

Is it weird that whenever I hear the first line of Heart and Soul by T'Pau, my mind turns it into:

"Somethin' in the moonlight catches my eye...

...and drags it 15 feet."

And out of habit I say things like "What's that in the road...a head?"
Okay, it's better if you can hear it.

I can't help it.

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Yesterday our state had rain, snow, sunshine and tornadoes.
All at the same time.

Must've been the first day of spring.

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I'm goin' on a road trip and you are nooooooot
and
I'm goin' to stay with Jules and you are nooooooot
and
I'm going to go see Ivy and you are nooooooot.

HAHA!

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Thus endeth the juvenile portion of our program.

Oh, wait.

I have one more butt-wiggle and a couple of tongue stick-outs left.

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There.

NOW endeth the juvenile portion of our program.

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FOR THE BOYS
**I stole this from Gidget:

The Guys' Rules

At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down Finally, the guys' side of the story. We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!

1. Men are NOT mind readers.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put >it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us >complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the >tides. Let it be.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's >what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem. See a doctor.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one .

1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine...Really.

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or golf.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.

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That is all.

Picture This. A Continuation

**Clickit. Janet the Tenant. Nice Irish Girl. Single. Blonde. HOT! (I've seen pictures)

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Things that make me laugh...

"...I look around the courtroom, smile at the ladies...it was like I had a beard made out of POOP!"~~Alec Baldwin as Saddam Hussein, SNL

Whose Line Is It Anyway?.
If I could just find a (non-cable) channel that showed it 24/7, I'd be happy. Especially when they play Sound Effects with the audience members.
That sometimes makes me laugh so hard I pee my pants a little.
Oh, and I ♥ Brad Sherwood 4Evs


And This Guy.
Check out some of the comic strips. Keep scrolling.
These also made me laugh so hard I peed my pants a little.

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The Image Game
Who is up today? I shall use my foolproof scientific method to choose...
Close eyes.
Point.
Click.

1. IVY: she strikes me as WHIMSICAL
2. RAEHAN: If you know her at all, you'd say she's NURTURING
3. TIM: He's definitely PHILOSOPHICAL
4. JIM: SUBSTANTIAL (meaning of substance)
5. Last but not least, KEVIN: is so very HIP

Who is playing today?


leave a comment if you're playing, so I can share the link love.

Thursday BitchFest

Dear Guy In Charge Of Time-Slots on Channel 9~

Please stop screwing around with my shows.
Put AMAZING RACE back on at its normal time, 8pm.
The past two episodes have been shown at the unacceptable time of 9pm, which interferes with my viewing of BOSTON LEGAL.
I do not like to miss my Denny Crane.

Fix it.

I'll tell you the same thing I tell my kids: "Don't mess with shit!" or sometimes "Leave shit alone!".

Is all I'm saying.

Sincerely,
A TV Watcher

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Dear Survivor Show~

What the hell? You messed me up with the whole Wednesday show this week; NOW you say that you're not even going to be on next week.

What's up? Do you enjoy making me crazy?

People seriously need to stop messing with my tv schedule. I'm getting pissed.

Sincerely,
A Fan (for the moment)

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Dear Petroleum Companies~

A possible malfunction at a single refinery in the Virgin Islands is no reason to hijack us (again) at the pump...like the 10 cent increase we've experienced in the last 15 hours.
You dirty rat bastards.

Don't make me come over there.

Sincerely,
A Disgruntled Consumer

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Dear World~

Friday is St. Patrick's Day.
I am Irish. I am not obligated to wear green.
If you are one of those freaks who will dare to pinch me for not wearing green on Friday, you will be wearing your ass for a hat.

I'm not even kidding.

Sincerely,
A Foin Irish Lass

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Have a day.
That is all.

Wednesday Ad Circular

**Make sure you visit my newest tenant~a loooooong time favorite of mine~Janet, at The Art Of Getting By. If you aren't a regular visitor at her place, you should be. She's a runner up for Best Overall in the BoB awards, and she's always got something entertaining on tap.
Heah me now and believe me latuh...
Now GO already, wouldja?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH!

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Plugging for the BossLady...

Spring is about to spring~are YOU ready?
1. NEW SWIMSUITS! La Perla, Gottex, Christian LaCroix, Tommy Bahama, MORE!

2. Artsy Fartsy SHIRTS! Glima, Custo Barcelona, Skinny Minnie, Mechant, Anthropologie...

3. Vintage Clothes

4.Women's Skirt Suits, Dress Suits, Pant Suits...

5. DESIGNER and VINTAGE SHOES!

6. Designer clothes, scarves, jeans, & purses (we'll have some gorgeous new Marc Jacobs purses in next week! We've sold out twice!)

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Today was a triple-shot day.

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This may actually be the most boring post ever.

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That is all.

Emergency Broadcast System

I have PMS and it is Monday; I am therefore NOT RESPONSIBLE for any comments I may leave upon your blogs. Consider this a blanket apology. That is all.

Picture This. A renewal.

**CLICKIT. TENANT. THANK YOU.

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Remember once upon a time, that Image Game I used to play?

Well, my dearest, sweetest MommaK recently reminded me of it.
I have completely let it fall by the wayside.

What good is a game if you don't play it?
None.
To review: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four.

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The Rules:

1. Choose a search engine (I chose Google), click "IMAGES"
2. Pick 5 random Blogfriends.
3. Think of a word or phrase that you feel best describes each friend
4. Do an IMAGE SEARCH of that word or phrase
5. Pick the image that makes you say "AHA! THAT IS IT!"

Easy, no? Cake and pie. (piece of, easy as)
Click the word to see the image.

Today on the hot seat we've got
1. STEPH: I chose VIRTUOSO
2. LU: she's simply ENCHANTING
3. FTS: So ORIGINATIVE
4. MIKEY: He's definitely CHARMING
5. JULES: The word ALLURE springs to mind.

**DISCLAIMER: all images are meant in the most flattering and best possible sense, and not meant to be offensive in any way. You may not think the word and image go together...but I do.

If you decide to play along, please leave me a comment and I'll obey the Bloggintology commandment to spread the link love.

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Who else is playing today?
MommaK
Leanne
Lucinda

Monty For President... SAAHweet.

I told MommaK yesterday that if I was running for president, one of the planks in my platform would be that every house is furnished, by law, with a maid if they so desire.
Naturally, my house (the White House, because I would win) would be first on the list.

Now, can I count on your vote?

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I thought it would be awkward...but it wasn't.
I thought it would be strange...but it wasn't.

I'd hoped it would be fun...and it was.
I'd hoped there would be laughter...and there was.

I thought I'd be paying...but I didn't.
Although I intended to. (thanks again for lunch!)
I thought I might be nervous...but I wasn't.

So, I had lunch with an ex-boyfriend yesterday. We were together for about four years, and we haven't seen or spoken to each other in the last two years.
I rarely, if ever, open a door that I have shut on a relationship.
I don't really see the point. If someone has broken my heart, or if I have broken theirs, I don't go out of my way to be "friends".
Usually when I'm done, I'm done.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Fin.

But...

As I remarked to him at one point...it is amazing how, with some people, you can fall right back into a rhythm, a pattern of speaking, a way of being, as though you never missed a beat.

That was the only weirdness.

It was a dont-have-to-suck-in-your-stomach, so-what-if-you-trip-over-a-chair sort of day.
Which I did.
Trip over the chair, that is.

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That is all.

A Rose By Any Other Name...

**Go see my tenant, PantherGirl, at The Dog's Breakfast! Please take a nice gift.

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I had some film developed yesterday...

Yes, yes, actual 35mm film.
I have many rolls scattered hither and thither, some of which may be close to 10 years old.
This roll in particular was from about 5 or 6 years ago, when I took the kids and drove to S. Carolina.
I spent a day and a half and drove right back. But it was an adventure, yes?

Now, I shall settle the mantle of MOMMY firmly around my shoulders and share a couple of pictures from the trip.

Along the side of the road in S. Carolina there were glorious banks of tall, waving wildflowers, so naturally I had to have a picture of my own little wildflower amidst them...



Searching for the perfect blossom...


And here we are practicing "How Not To Be Seen", ala Monty Python...

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Speaking of vacations, I realized today that apart from the brief time of unemployment, I haven't had a 'real' two week (or even one full week) vacation in about NINE years.

No wonder I'm cranky.

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It is a tragedy to me when I can't bring myself to like someone I have truly cared about and admired.
*sigh*
When you get a glimpse behind the facade...
the true narcissist masked with false modesty...
the "I'm so humble---LOOK AT ME BEING HUMBLE!" behind the polish...
the sympathy card replayed until it is virtually meaningless...
the touting of (inflated) qualities hidden within self-deprecation...

Some days I'm very intolerant. And judgmental.

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I'm really not a bad person. I promise.
I am a bit of a killjoy lately.
So solly, Cholly.

Happier times a-comin' this weekend~~MommaK and I are reviving my Image Game.
Be sure to tune in...

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Screw it, I'm going to Sonic for a big-ass coke.

Have a day.

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That is all.

Mona Lisa Smile

I was terrified.
My daughter looked at me this morning....and smiled.

ME: "What? What's funny?"
SHE: *smile*
ME: "WHAT?"
SHE: "Nothing."
ME: "Tell me or you're grounded."
SHE: *smile* I was just thinking it would be funny if Clinton and Stacy were taping you when you go to work today."

I nearly swallowed my tongue as I ran to peek out the windows for any suspicious looking characters carrying video cameras.

Then I looked down at my daily uniform sweat pants and wrinkled tee shirt with a hole in it and prayed that she was just messing with me.
Especially since my bathroom scale squealed in protest when I stepped on it this morning.
I won't tell you what it said, but there was some fairly creative swearing involved.

Luckily, my daughter's brain works in strange and mysterious ways (much like her mother's), and she was just thinking out loud.
I'm sure of it.
I hope.
Pray for me.

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I was changing my son and realized I was out of baby wipes...

...so I had to use a moist towelette.

The feminine kind.
Made by Massengill.

On the upside, I'm sure his behind was fresh as a daisy all day.

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An issue with analyzing subtext and sub-plots of great works of literature, breaking it down word by word to discuss the symbolism and what the author was thinking...

Sometimes a good story is just a good story.

Is all I'm sayin'.

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That is all.
Have a day.

...And The Oscar goes to...who gives a crap.

**Please visit my super fabulous tenant, PANTHERGIRL!
I'm a long-time lurker at her place~she's hip, she's savvy, and she tells a helluva story. You can thank me later. Because you will want to.

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Evidently brooches are the new 'man-bag'.
Is all I'm sayin'.

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In the interest of time (of which I have little), I am re-posting last year's Oscar post.
Plus I didn't really watch much of it last night.
And now, the RE-POST:

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I want you to imagine for a moment that you were at the Oscars, sitting
there with your date/spouse/mommy/daddy/kids/sibling/best friend/or horror-of-horrors alone...outwardly, you're cool and composed. Inwardly, though, you're a bundle of live nerves, all pinging at once. Your heart races, your palms are sweaty...you try to engage in casual conversation but your mind is screaming, "Will you JUST SHUT THE HELL UP?! I CAN'T TAKE THIS!"

Then the lights dim, there is a call for silence. The anticipation builds to a fever pitch as the show returns from commercial break. You desperately need a bathroom, but your category is next. You cross your legs and pray.

You mentally roll your eyes at the lame-ass jokes the presenters are stumbling through...you wonder how those idiots ever got to be actors in the first place, since they can't even manage to memorize 4 lines of text (WHY O WHY couldn't they just let Robin Williams run the whole damn thing, anyway?!?).

And then........

DUN DUN DUN!!!!!
The Oscar goes to....
...that jerk, that prima donna, that...NOT YOU.
You sit there stunned, in total disbelief, with your ever-so-carefully prepared speech notes crumpled in your hand. You applaud politely in case the cameras are on you, manage to smile, choke back the tears, and try not to vomit publicly.

Another year of disappointment. You begin to empathize with Susan Lucci.

Doing our part to alleviate a small portion of the intense pain you must be suffering, we at the The Daily Bitch offer you this opportunity to go ahead & read us that acceptance speech.
You don't want those hours & hours of work to go to waste, do you?

So put on your most humble, grateful face and speechifyin' voice and
TELL US WHAT YOUR CATEGORY IS, AND
GIVE US THAT WONDERFUL SPEECH.

We'll even go you one better than the Oscars...there is no blinking red light to signal "TIME'S UP!". No orchestra music will suddenly drown you out. The microphone will not go silent mid-sentence.
You can thank everyone you really want to thank.
Ready?

*cue spotlight*
You're on, sweetheart.

BOOBIES AND BEER!

Okay.
I admit that was a dirty trick just to snag your attention, because I have nothing of import to say.

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How do we know the sailors aren't really saying, "I eye, Captain!"??

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My Shameful Confession
And it isn't even anything juicy~it's really just shameful.
I hesitate to admit it...but in the interest of self-honesty (which was the original purpose when I started journaling), I guess I'll lay it out and examine it.

As a rule, I try to follow the 10 commandments because as I've said before, they just make good sense. Don't cheat, don't lie, don't steal, don't kill, etc etc.

There is one that I break with amazing regularity.
Well, two. Because I've been known to lie.

"Of course that doesn't make your ass look too big!"

Okay, three. Because sometimes my parents really piss me off. Even at my age.

But the one I have the most trouble with is coveting. That is to say, according to one definition:
"This is greed and envy, focusing on what others have and what we don’t have"

The envy gets me every time.

I'm too embarrassed to admit how many times, as I surf through blogland, my mind begins a sentence with:
"Gee, it must be nice to...(go shopping twice a week)(not have to work)(spend a ton of money on clothes, or shoes, or skin/hair/makeup products)(speak casually of purchasing a new car every couple of years)(make a home cooked meal every night for your family)(be so perfect)(have such a perfect family)(have such a perfect freaking LIFE)(fill in the blank any way you choose, because I've thought it)."

Then, with the faint taste of ashes in my mouth, I am instantly ashamed of myself for such thoughts.

I've never been a complainer, really...I generally love my life pretty well and count my blessings on a regular basis.
I'm ever so grateful to know such wonderful people, even though I envy you.
I've got two wonderful children (against all odds), a (mostly) supportive family, a snug and cozy house, a car that, while it isn't very pretty, gets me everywhere I need to go, and a job that I love.

What more could I ask for?
Nothing.

So how do I stop being covetous?
Is there a 12-step program for that?

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**UPDATE: Reason #498 Why I believe in God.
Today's sermon?
The "I want" and "just wanting things to be fair or even"
Being your own worst enemy.
Learning to forgive yourself.
Exchanging 'unforgiveness' for 'forgiveness' in your life.

I feel better about me today. :)

In Which There Is A Musical Interlude

It was so warm and lovely outside this morning that I cranked down the window, cranked UP the radio, and sang lustily all the way to work, much to the horror delight of the other motorists.

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So MommaK and Lucinda have given us a lovely idea with which to share some bloggy goodness with each other...



Let me preface my choice by saying that there were SO many posts that I considered, for a variety of reasons. I fall in love with you people over and over again.
And I like it.

My very first PERFECT POST award goes to:

Nothing To See Here (Just Linda): How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count The Ways

This was actually one of the first posts of Linda's that I recollect reading, and I loved it. I admire people who are completely without pretension, who aren't afraid to show their warts, who can laugh at themselves, who don't pretend.

So many times I laugh at with Linda, and find myself nodding in agreement with her posts. This particular post struck a chord with me because
A. It was a Valentine's post, but a day late (another procrastinator!)
and
2. It was not too icky-mushy, and Linda didn't pretend that she and her hubby are the perfect people.

It was great. Follow the links to those other posts...you'll be glad you did.

And Linda, I once had a similar situation as regards your hubby's birthday...gift...
Mine involved a bet on the Superbowl.
I still haven't paid up.
Sorry, Josh. ;)

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in other news...
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