My horoscope today made me laugh right out loud:
"If people came with warning labels, in fact, yours would say something like 'Danger. Do not test me.'
Of course, as fiery as you are, this situation isn't all that rare, so the next best thing would be to have a t-shirt made up for occasions such as this.
I should make a t-shirt. Only I'd have to wear it every single day.
What would your T-shirt say today??
Even though we don't do things for a 'thank you', they're still nice to get. Or an acknowledgement, at the very least.
Some people are not nearly as nice as they make themselves out to be.
Is all I'm saying.
I have a shameful confession to make.
But I'll save it for a bit.
That is all.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
Getting connected.
Dear Kristy Swanson,
Now, I'm not blaming you (solely) for coming between a man and his pregnant wife~~I do know how many people it takes to ice tango. I'm just wondering if you ever considered exercising the option of, oh, I don't know....keeping your fucking legs closed? At least until after the divorce.
Is all I'm sayin'.
Have a nice day.
Sincerely,
A woman who dislikes cheating husbands and their mistresses.
P.S. Sarah Michelle was a way better Buffy than you anyways.
Quick question...
Do you suppose they are going to remake The Shaggy Dog/D.A. more times than King Kong?
I meant to visit everyone this weekend, but I had connectivity issues with AOHELL. Every 10 or 15 minutes I'd get booted.
*sigh*
That is all.
Now, I'm not blaming you (solely) for coming between a man and his pregnant wife~~I do know how many people it takes to ice tango. I'm just wondering if you ever considered exercising the option of, oh, I don't know....keeping your fucking legs closed? At least until after the divorce.
Is all I'm sayin'.
Have a nice day.
Sincerely,
A woman who dislikes cheating husbands and their mistresses.
P.S. Sarah Michelle was a way better Buffy than you anyways.
Quick question...
Do you suppose they are going to remake The Shaggy Dog/D.A. more times than King Kong?
I meant to visit everyone this weekend, but I had connectivity issues with AOHELL. Every 10 or 15 minutes I'd get booted.
*sigh*
That is all.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
I am the pimp/ho
**My delightful tenant from Whatchu Tawkin' Bout is going through some struggles right now...please go spread a little sunshine in that special way that only you can do.
Now this is an award I really want to win!
I have been nominated for "Most likely to have found a clue but not to have recognized it for what it is".
I nominated myself for that category.
As of yet, I have no opposition.
Go me!
Now you go nominate some people for these awards over at Tommy's Place.
Some more stuff that you could give a shit about:
1. Sometimes I like to shout "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" for no apparent reason.
2. If you're a Harry Potter fan, that will make more sense to you.
3. I actually dated a guy for a while that I called "Mad-Eye"...behind his back, naturally.
4. Because he had a glass eye.
5. Which was a little creepy.
6. I dated a string of "J" names, all in a row: Josh, Joe, Jay, Jerry, Jaysen, and Jason.
7. That was weird.
8. My ex-husband AND my babies' daddy both: were left handed, adopted, brown haired, brown eyed, played golf, and spent time in the military.
9. Which is also creepy when I think about it. I have since changed my taste in men.
10. I have dated more left handed men than most people ever meet.
That is all.
Now this is an award I really want to win!
I have been nominated for "Most likely to have found a clue but not to have recognized it for what it is".
I nominated myself for that category.
As of yet, I have no opposition.
Go me!
Now you go nominate some people for these awards over at Tommy's Place.
Some more stuff that you could give a shit about:
1. Sometimes I like to shout "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" for no apparent reason.
2. If you're a Harry Potter fan, that will make more sense to you.
3. I actually dated a guy for a while that I called "Mad-Eye"...behind his back, naturally.
4. Because he had a glass eye.
5. Which was a little creepy.
6. I dated a string of "J" names, all in a row: Josh, Joe, Jay, Jerry, Jaysen, and Jason.
7. That was weird.
8. My ex-husband AND my babies' daddy both: were left handed, adopted, brown haired, brown eyed, played golf, and spent time in the military.
9. Which is also creepy when I think about it. I have since changed my taste in men.
10. I have dated more left handed men than most people ever meet.
That is all.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Untitled.
**Please go visit my newest tenant, Miss Chatty. She's been a favorite of mine since I met her at the Meet & Greet some time ago. She's a funny, funny lady~tell her the slumlord sent you.
CLICKIT. THANK YOU.
Ever been stuck in traffic under a bridge and then suddenly look up and think, "Gee, I hope that crack doesn't get any wider" and have that thought immediately followed by, "Gee, I hope someone up there doesn't lose control and go plummeting over the edge and land on me"?
Or is it just me?
CLICKIT. THANK YOU.
Ever been stuck in traffic under a bridge and then suddenly look up and think, "Gee, I hope that crack doesn't get any wider" and have that thought immediately followed by, "Gee, I hope someone up there doesn't lose control and go plummeting over the edge and land on me"?
Or is it just me?
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Just a quickie~ the way I like it.
But how did they know?
NANCY JR. HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!
Can anybody furnish me with the name of McSteamy on Sunday's Grey's Anatomy? What have I seen that guy on before?
aka monty -- [noun]: A master blogger 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
NANCY JR. HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!
Can anybody furnish me with the name of McSteamy on Sunday's Grey's Anatomy? What have I seen that guy on before?
Monday, February 20, 2006
I can breathe!
AAAAH! Being here right now is like a breath of fresh air. I mean it.
I'd sincerely like to whine about ice spicules and freezing drizzle, frozen pipes and no running water, fleeing my humble abode and beloved computer for more than TWO WHOLE DAYS...
but I'll spare you.
I will say that should you find yourself in a similar situation, you should make sure that the person(s) with whom you seek refuge are actually in posession of a coffeemaker.
*sigh*
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
And in control of my very own remote control, which, in light of the past weekend, is quite exciting.
Enough complaining.
Close your eyes.
Are they closed?
Okay, imagine if you will that you are an A-PLUS-CARD-CARRYING-NUMBER-ONE-FAN of MONTY PYTHON.
Now further imagine that someone loves you ('you' meaning "ME") enough to send you this:
Oh for crap's sake open your eyes so that you can behold it in all its glory.
I adore it. It is the perfect gift.
I did a little happy dance around the house when I opened this most precious package.
How do you thank a delightfully de-lovely someone for that??
*sings to the tune of To Sir With Love*: "It isn't easy but I'll try-y-y-y-y-y-y-y"...
Please forgive me for comments left untyped, emails unanswered, Bloggintology commandments broken; I was really quite frenzied at the lack of computer access.
in other news...
Sometimes it really is necessary to lick the bowl.
Is all I'm sayin'.
I'd sincerely like to whine about ice spicules and freezing drizzle, frozen pipes and no running water, fleeing my humble abode and beloved computer for more than TWO WHOLE DAYS...
but I'll spare you.
I will say that should you find yourself in a similar situation, you should make sure that the person(s) with whom you seek refuge are actually in posession of a coffeemaker.
*sigh*
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
And in control of my very own remote control, which, in light of the past weekend, is quite exciting.
Enough complaining.
Close your eyes.
Are they closed?
Okay, imagine if you will that you are an A-PLUS-CARD-CARRYING-NUMBER-ONE-FAN of MONTY PYTHON.
Now further imagine that someone loves you ('you' meaning "ME") enough to send you this:
Oh for crap's sake open your eyes so that you can behold it in all its glory.
I adore it. It is the perfect gift.
I did a little happy dance around the house when I opened this most precious package.
How do you thank a delightfully de-lovely someone for that??
*sings to the tune of To Sir With Love*: "It isn't easy but I'll try-y-y-y-y-y-y-y"...
Please forgive me for comments left untyped, emails unanswered, Bloggintology commandments broken; I was really quite frenzied at the lack of computer access.
in other news...
Sometimes it really is necessary to lick the bowl.
Is all I'm sayin'.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
FLASHBACK THURSDAY!
I've just realized I've been terribly derelict in my blog-winning for Bloggintology!
As have we all, I think. *frowny face*
Just like any other made-upscientology-type "religion", we must do our part to convert!
(okay, the truth is I was looking for something in my archives and ran across this and I laughed just as much this time as the first time)
BLOGGINTOLOGY
Mission: World Domination.
"We are pwn all your blog!"
The 10 Commandments Of Bloggintology
As set forth by our Blog Leader, Mistress Elle:
1. There is a Bloggintology God, and I'm pretty sure he looks something like this: :)
2. There shall be no other Bloggintology Gods besides this one. Well, you can have as many as you want, they can be real or that cartoon thing "Anime" that everyone obsesses about.
3. Never take your blog for granted, and spread some comment love~ DO.NOT.LURK.
4. Remember the holy day, which is on the weekend when you play the MEET & GREET game over at Michele's.
5. Honor your blogfather or your blogmother. This can be done by occasionally mentioning them in a post or by blogrolling them.
6. Thou shall not be a troll to other bloggers.
7. Thou shall not commit adultery, although I'm not sure how you would with a blog.
8. Thou shall not steal another's blog template.
9. Thou shall not bear false witness against your neighbor~PROVIDE LINKS.
10.Thou shall not covet your neighbor's post but feel free to pick up any memes you'd like.
Sign-up line forms to the right. No shoving, please, there's room for everyone.
And we won't even jump up and down on couches and make asses of ourselves in public.
Well...
We won't jump up and down on couches.
As have we all, I think. *frowny face*
Just like any other made-up
(okay, the truth is I was looking for something in my archives and ran across this and I laughed just as much this time as the first time)
Mission: World Domination.
"We are pwn all your blog!"
The 10 Commandments Of Bloggintology
As set forth by our Blog Leader, Mistress Elle:
1. There is a Bloggintology God, and I'm pretty sure he looks something like this: :)
2. There shall be no other Bloggintology Gods besides this one. Well, you can have as many as you want, they can be real or that cartoon thing "Anime" that everyone obsesses about.
3. Never take your blog for granted, and spread some comment love~ DO.NOT.LURK.
4. Remember the holy day, which is on the weekend when you play the MEET & GREET game over at Michele's.
5. Honor your blogfather or your blogmother. This can be done by occasionally mentioning them in a post or by blogrolling them.
6. Thou shall not be a troll to other bloggers.
7. Thou shall not commit adultery, although I'm not sure how you would with a blog.
8. Thou shall not steal another's blog template.
9. Thou shall not bear false witness against your neighbor~PROVIDE LINKS.
10.Thou shall not covet your neighbor's post but feel free to pick up any memes you'd like.
Sign-up line forms to the right. No shoving, please, there's room for everyone.
And we won't even jump up and down on couches and make asses of ourselves in public.
Well...
We won't jump up and down on couches.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Hearts, Flowers, and Manure.
**Please go visit my newest tenant, PINK PEN PAPERS! She's a most fabulous (for real) writer and I've been lurking around her site for quite some time now. She makes me giggle. I like that in a person.
GO. CLICKIT. THANK YOU.
Happy VD.
And naturally I mean that in thenastiest nicest possible way.
If that sounds like I'm jealous, it's only because I am.
But only a little bit.
Love is in the air....and it smells suspiciously like poo.
Is all I'm saying.
But I've got chocolate, so I'll be okay when it starts to take effect.
Did I mention that I'm still smoke free, since Christmas Day?
Go me!
My daughter wishes me to THANK YOU all individually for your lovely birthday wishes to her and her brother yesterday.
She was very happy and did a lot of 'translating' for her brother, because she's the only one, evidently, that understands what he's saying.
So, to each of you, thank you so much.
And she said thanks for being friends with her mom.
I guess I should thank you for that too. :)
I do ♥ all of you dearly, and couldn't make it through the week without you.
So let me try this one more time:
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.
that didn't hurt too much.
Today, add this to all your comments, from me to you:
I love you. Pass it on.
GO. CLICKIT. THANK YOU.
Happy VD.
And naturally I mean that in the
If that sounds like I'm jealous, it's only because I am.
But only a little bit.
Love is in the air....and it smells suspiciously like poo.
Is all I'm saying.
But I've got chocolate, so I'll be okay when it starts to take effect.
Did I mention that I'm still smoke free, since Christmas Day?
Go me!
My daughter wishes me to THANK YOU all individually for your lovely birthday wishes to her and her brother yesterday.
She was very happy and did a lot of 'translating' for her brother, because she's the only one, evidently, that understands what he's saying.
So, to each of you, thank you so much.
And she said thanks for being friends with her mom.
I guess I should thank you for that too. :)
I do ♥ all of you dearly, and couldn't make it through the week without you.
So let me try this one more time:
that didn't hurt too much.
Today, add this to all your comments, from me to you:
I love you. Pass it on.
Monday, February 13, 2006
It's a buh-buh-buh-BIRTHDAY!
Quote of the Day:
"Parents who do not have Internet should have their children taken away." ~~Peggy Hill
Happy Birthday, my darlings! You are 11 years old today!
**this post will likely be incredibly long and filled with Mommy things and pictures~~if it isn't your favorite thing then please come back another day.
Quickly now, go, while no one is watching!
Did you know that my due date was June 4?
But my impatient children arrived February 13, 1995.
24 hours of labor, which the doctors tried to stop.
My son came first, in the usual way. (in this picture he was actually one month and one day old)
As they were wheeling me to recovery, my daughter's heart rate dropped to zero, and she was removed by emergency C-section fifty-six minutes after her brother was delivered. (and she is one month and one day old here)
I was stapled from head to toe, practically. Or at least that's how I felt.
And I fell in love with morphine.
In recovery I heard my mom & stepmom talking about the children~I told everyone to shut up shut up shut up because I didn't want to hear that they had died.
But they hadn't. Thank you, God.
For this little miracle....(my girl at about 2 months)
and this little miracle...(my boy at about 3 or 4 months)
The doctors gave them less than a 50% chance of survival.
We fooled 'em good, din't we?
About a pound each, about a foot long...
My girl here is about 9 months old, this is one of my favorite pictures of her~she looks so pensive.
And here is my sister with two skinny little nearly-a-year-old babies:
One morning I discovered that my daughter knew how to climb into her brother's crib..
And she always....
...always has loved him best.
(yes, her mouth is blue...she was putting eye shadow on. On her lips. Yep. You should have seen what she did to me earlier that day with lipstick...whilst I was catnapping on the couch.)
When she was about a year and a half old, this is what "Go get ready for bed" meant:
Already trying to fill mommy's shoes, trailing that damned oxygen hose behind her (that I tripped on a thousand and one times):
Here's my little guy at about 6 or 7 months old, not too long after he finally got to come home from the hospital...
He had the softest, wispiest hair so I let it grow and grow...he's about a year and a half old here:
And second grade...
And now....
How could I not believe in a higher power? In miracles?
I love you, my babies. I'm thankful for every breath that you take, every blink of your eyes, every morning that you wake. I love you.
If all the world was a beach, I would love you more than all the grains of sand added together. Times ten thousand.
Happy, happy birthday.
"Parents who do not have Internet should have their children taken away." ~~Peggy Hill
**this post will likely be incredibly long and filled with Mommy things and pictures~~if it isn't your favorite thing then please come back another day.
Quickly now, go, while no one is watching!
Did you know that my due date was June 4?
But my impatient children arrived February 13, 1995.
24 hours of labor, which the doctors tried to stop.
My son came first, in the usual way. (in this picture he was actually one month and one day old)
As they were wheeling me to recovery, my daughter's heart rate dropped to zero, and she was removed by emergency C-section fifty-six minutes after her brother was delivered. (and she is one month and one day old here)
I was stapled from head to toe, practically. Or at least that's how I felt.
And I fell in love with morphine.
In recovery I heard my mom & stepmom talking about the children~I told everyone to shut up shut up shut up because I didn't want to hear that they had died.
But they hadn't. Thank you, God.
For this little miracle....(my girl at about 2 months)
and this little miracle...(my boy at about 3 or 4 months)
The doctors gave them less than a 50% chance of survival.
We fooled 'em good, din't we?
About a pound each, about a foot long...
My girl here is about 9 months old, this is one of my favorite pictures of her~she looks so pensive.
And here is my sister with two skinny little nearly-a-year-old babies:
One morning I discovered that my daughter knew how to climb into her brother's crib..
And she always....
...always has loved him best.
(yes, her mouth is blue...she was putting eye shadow on. On her lips. Yep. You should have seen what she did to me earlier that day with lipstick...whilst I was catnapping on the couch.)
When she was about a year and a half old, this is what "Go get ready for bed" meant:
Already trying to fill mommy's shoes, trailing that damned oxygen hose behind her (that I tripped on a thousand and one times):
Here's my little guy at about 6 or 7 months old, not too long after he finally got to come home from the hospital...
He had the softest, wispiest hair so I let it grow and grow...he's about a year and a half old here:
And second grade...
And now....
How could I not believe in a higher power? In miracles?
I love you, my babies. I'm thankful for every breath that you take, every blink of your eyes, every morning that you wake. I love you.
If all the world was a beach, I would love you more than all the grains of sand added together. Times ten thousand.
Happy, happy birthday.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Two Things. Or so.
Quote Of The Day:
This was the funniest thing ever, and I stole it from my pal CAM EDWARDS (I love that guy):
"TELL ME WHERE THE BOMBS ARE OR I WILL HAVE TO ASK YOU AGAIN!"
There's just something so Monty Python-ish about that.
And THANK YOU to whomever nominated me for this:
I have no idea who did this, but I appreciate the most lovely thought! Thank you!
**UPDATE: Through some exceptional and creative detective work
(or perhaps the person responsible gave up the info, but let's not nitpick)
I have discovered the culprit, and I have to tell you that she is so much more deserving of the nomination than I. And she knows I love her dearly. :) Thank you for thinking of me.
A trip to the grocery store can be made so much less enjoyable when the checkout line is long and the person in front of you smells of ass.
Is all I'm sayin'.
This was the funniest thing ever, and I stole it from my pal CAM EDWARDS (I love that guy):
"TELL ME WHERE THE BOMBS ARE OR I WILL HAVE TO ASK YOU AGAIN!"
There's just something so Monty Python-ish about that.
And THANK YOU to whomever nominated me for this:
I have no idea who did this, but I appreciate the most lovely thought! Thank you!
**UPDATE: Through some exceptional and creative detective work
(or perhaps the person responsible gave up the info, but let's not nitpick)
I have discovered the culprit, and I have to tell you that she is so much more deserving of the nomination than I. And she knows I love her dearly. :) Thank you for thinking of me.
A trip to the grocery store can be made so much less enjoyable when the checkout line is long and the person in front of you smells of ass.
Is all I'm sayin'.
Friday, February 10, 2006
The Girl-Child
So I asked my daughter what she wanted for her birthday...
...and she wanted me to burn a CD for her.
Personally I thought that was a crappy present, but whatever.
I told her to pick her absolute favorites...she spent a couple hours going through all my music and made a list of her own.
Have I ruined my kid?
Here are her two CDs worth of selections:
Upside Down ~Bob Gentry
Genie In A Bottle ~Christina Aguilara
Salt Water Clouds ~Bob Gentry
No Sugar Tonight ~The Guess Who
Babe ~Bob Gentry
Heartbreaker ~Pat Benatar
Xs and Os ~Trisha Yearwood
Fly Like An Eagle ~Steve Miller Band
Still The One ~Shania Twain
What's Her Name ~TOFOG
Ain't No Sunshine ~Bill Withers
Mysterious Ways ~U2
Shake The Sugar Tree ~Pam Tillis
Lonely No More ~Rob Thomas
Like The Rain ~Clint Black
Never Been To Spain ~3 Dog Night
Wish You Were Someone I Loved ~The Gatlin Brothers
But I Do Love You ~LeeAnn Rimes
Gimme One Reason ~Tracy Chapman
Don't Go Near The Water ~Sammy Kershaw
These Boots Are Made For Walkin' ~Nancy Sinatra
Bang Bang ~Nancy Sinatra version
Amazed ~Lone Star
American Woman ~The Guess Who
Boom Boom Boom ~Coyote Ugly soundtrack
Queen Of My Doublewide Trailer ~Sammy Kershaw
Spirit In The Sky ~Norman Greenbaum
I Can Only Imagine ~Mercy Me
Kiss This ~Aaron Tippin
In Your Wildest Dreams ~Moody Blues
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves ~Cher
No One Like You ~Scorpions
Son Of A Preacher Man ~Dusty Springfield
Go Ahead ~Rilo Kiley (Janet will be happy to hear that)
Be My Baby Tonight ~John Michael Montgomery
Papa Don't Preach ~Madonna
I'll Meet You Halfway ~David Cassidy (shut up, I like it too)
I Think I Love You ~ David Cassidy ( " " )
She does NOT like Styx, George Strait, or Bon Jovi, so I decided to disown her anyway.
But I'm nice enough not to break that to her until after her birthday. :)
Then she made one of these...
...out of an empty water bottle and a pencil.
Anyone need a backup musician?
...and she wanted me to burn a CD for her.
Personally I thought that was a crappy present, but whatever.
I told her to pick her absolute favorites...she spent a couple hours going through all my music and made a list of her own.
Have I ruined my kid?
Here are her two CDs worth of selections:
Upside Down ~Bob Gentry
Genie In A Bottle ~Christina Aguilara
Salt Water Clouds ~Bob Gentry
No Sugar Tonight ~The Guess Who
Babe ~Bob Gentry
Heartbreaker ~Pat Benatar
Xs and Os ~Trisha Yearwood
Fly Like An Eagle ~Steve Miller Band
Still The One ~Shania Twain
What's Her Name ~TOFOG
Ain't No Sunshine ~Bill Withers
Mysterious Ways ~U2
Shake The Sugar Tree ~Pam Tillis
Lonely No More ~Rob Thomas
Like The Rain ~Clint Black
Never Been To Spain ~3 Dog Night
Wish You Were Someone I Loved ~The Gatlin Brothers
But I Do Love You ~LeeAnn Rimes
Gimme One Reason ~Tracy Chapman
Don't Go Near The Water ~Sammy Kershaw
These Boots Are Made For Walkin' ~Nancy Sinatra
Bang Bang ~Nancy Sinatra version
Amazed ~Lone Star
American Woman ~The Guess Who
Boom Boom Boom ~Coyote Ugly soundtrack
Queen Of My Doublewide Trailer ~Sammy Kershaw
Spirit In The Sky ~Norman Greenbaum
I Can Only Imagine ~Mercy Me
Kiss This ~Aaron Tippin
In Your Wildest Dreams ~Moody Blues
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves ~Cher
No One Like You ~Scorpions
Son Of A Preacher Man ~Dusty Springfield
Go Ahead ~Rilo Kiley (Janet will be happy to hear that)
Be My Baby Tonight ~John Michael Montgomery
Papa Don't Preach ~Madonna
I'll Meet You Halfway ~David Cassidy (shut up, I like it too)
I Think I Love You ~ David Cassidy ( " " )
She does NOT like Styx, George Strait, or Bon Jovi, so I decided to disown her anyway.
But I'm nice enough not to break that to her until after her birthday. :)
Then she made one of these...
...out of an empty water bottle and a pencil.
Anyone need a backup musician?
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Bloggers Do It 'Til It Hurts
A Few Announcements:
**I have been remiss in my duties as Slumlord~~please take a trip to Chicago and CLICKIT on my renter! She'll show you the sights. If you know what I mean. *wink wink*
Aaah, for shame Mrs. Gretzky...getting caught with your hand in the bookie jar.
It appears as though in my absence Ms. Angie Smarty Pants has been trying to steal my pretend boyfriend.
We're gonna have a rumble after school tomorrow.
I anticipate a lot of singing and dancing.
My gang, sing with me now: "When you're a Bitch you're a Bitch for LIIIIIFE!"
**PS: As most of us are parents, we'll have a daycare on the sidelines.
I'm happy to be here today, I was missing you.
I just felt like my life had gotten too big for me all of a sudden and I couldn't catch my breath.
I'm better now.
Okay, so a couple years ago I seriously struggled with depression and anxiety.
The depression wasn't so bad...mostly I was tired and cried a lot.
Eventually we learned that those things are just part and parcel of Being Monty.
The anxiety...that's aWHOLEnother story.
I never had anxiety attacks exactly, nor did I pass out or start screaming and tearing at my hair. It was more like...
When I used to get ready to step onto the stage (back in the days of HS & college), I got stage fright. It was a tight, shaky, slightly painful feeling that filled up my belly and chest. My knees got a little weak and my shoulders got a little cold.
The anxiety I was suffering from was like having that stage fright 24 hours a day. I had it when I woke up, I had it when I went to bed, I had it all the time in between.
It was so not fun.
Zoloft rocks.
I accidentally said "funner" today.
That is all. For today.
**I have been remiss in my duties as Slumlord~~please take a trip to Chicago and CLICKIT on my renter! She'll show you the sights. If you know what I mean. *wink wink*
Aaah, for shame Mrs. Gretzky...getting caught with your hand in the bookie jar.
It appears as though in my absence Ms. Angie Smarty Pants has been trying to steal my pretend boyfriend.
We're gonna have a rumble after school tomorrow.
I anticipate a lot of singing and dancing.
My gang, sing with me now: "When you're a Bitch you're a Bitch for LIIIIIFE!"
**PS: As most of us are parents, we'll have a daycare on the sidelines.
I'm happy to be here today, I was missing you.
I just felt like my life had gotten too big for me all of a sudden and I couldn't catch my breath.
I'm better now.
Okay, so a couple years ago I seriously struggled with depression and anxiety.
The depression wasn't so bad...mostly I was tired and cried a lot.
Eventually we learned that those things are just part and parcel of Being Monty.
The anxiety...that's aWHOLEnother story.
I never had anxiety attacks exactly, nor did I pass out or start screaming and tearing at my hair. It was more like...
When I used to get ready to step onto the stage (back in the days of HS & college), I got stage fright. It was a tight, shaky, slightly painful feeling that filled up my belly and chest. My knees got a little weak and my shoulders got a little cold.
The anxiety I was suffering from was like having that stage fright 24 hours a day. I had it when I woke up, I had it when I went to bed, I had it all the time in between.
It was so not fun.
Zoloft rocks.
I accidentally said "funner" today.
That is all. For today.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Friday, February 03, 2006
Bloggers Do It In Their Minds
**Please go visit Bloggo Chicago, my new tenant. She's fairly new to me, but very entertaining! Let's go give her a big Daily Bitch welcome, mmmmkay?
Okay, so I was burning up the rest of my iTunes gift card today, thanks to all of your wonderful suggestions (imagine my surprise in learning that there actually is more to life than classic rock!)...
...and as I was looking at the songs FTS recommended, I remembered another misheard song lyric.
ACTUAL lyrics:
"I will go down with this ship
and I won't put my hands up and surrender..."
WHAT I HEARD:
"I will go down with this ship
and I will poke my eyes out in surrender..."
My sister and I still sing it that way.
And THANKS to CrazyCatWoman for adopting my version of "Jet Airliner" by Steve Miller. I like my way better too. :)
I am not going to watch the Superbowl today.
I will check the score from time to time.
Because I could give a shit who wins. Really.
I am taking a brief hiatus.
A couple of days. Or three. Maybe four.
But I'll be back, because my kids' birthday is coming up and naturally I'll want to post a big Proud Mommy thingy.
Please miss me.
That is all.
Okay, so I was burning up the rest of my iTunes gift card today, thanks to all of your wonderful suggestions (imagine my surprise in learning that there actually is more to life than classic rock!)...
...and as I was looking at the songs FTS recommended, I remembered another misheard song lyric.
ACTUAL lyrics:
"I will go down with this ship
and I won't put my hands up and surrender..."
WHAT I HEARD:
"I will go down with this ship
and I will poke my eyes out in surrender..."
My sister and I still sing it that way.
And THANKS to CrazyCatWoman for adopting my version of "Jet Airliner" by Steve Miller. I like my way better too. :)
I am not going to watch the Superbowl today.
I will check the score from time to time.
Because I could give a shit who wins. Really.
I am taking a brief hiatus.
A couple of days. Or three. Maybe four.
But I'll be back, because my kids' birthday is coming up and naturally I'll want to post a big Proud Mommy thingy.
Please miss me.
That is all.
Bloggers Do It With Everybody
Thought I'd share some of my favorites that you came up with (and I would so make a fortune off your minds if I weren't too lazy to do the CafePress thing):
Frankie says
"I'll show you my Blogroll if you show me your Skin"
Thumper's thought:
"Bloggers Do It With One Hand On The Keyboard"
My sweet MommaK says:
"Bloggers do it so they can blog about it"
"QUESTION: How are you today?
ANSWER: You never read my blog, do you?"
Tommy's is simple:
"Bloggers Do It"
Wild Bill gives us:
"Bloggers do it in their Pajamas!"
I like Chaz's contribution:
"Bloggers do it and hope someone comments on it"
Ivy made me laugh with these:
"Bloggers do it every day"
"Bloggers do it for the hits"
"Bloggers do it with the world watching"
"Bloggers do it at all hours"
Raehan had some great ones:
"Bloggers do it anytime they want to"
"Bloggers do it when the kids are in bed"
"Bloggers do it in their underwear"
"Bloggers do it at work"
"Bloggers do it in their head"
"Bloggers do it in secret"
"Bloggers do it for the love"
My pal Mel said:
"Bloggers do it with their fingers"
Poopie says:
"Bloggers blog and tell"
"Bloggers do it with a post" (that sounds a little painful!)
The handsome Mikey offered:
"Bloggers Do It For Free"
"Bloggers Do It When You're Asleep" (eyeeeeew!)
My friend from Down Under, Peter, says:
"Old bloggers never die, they're too busy blogging" (considering I already started my Farewell Post, I'll have to agree)
The beautiful Meg says:
"The harder the post, the better the blogger"
"Bloggers do it daily"
For the ladies~~ "I'm a blogger; wanna see my entry?"
For the men~~ "I'm a blogger; wanna see my post?
GolfWidow made me giggle with:
"Bloggers do it for hits and giggles"
In reference to the previous post, Kevin says:
"Bloggers do it better than teachers, beauticians and scientists. So there."
I like this one from Lynette:
"Bloggers do it in their fuzzy, pink, slippers"
And from a new friend (who didn't leave a link, boohoo)Wai, some most excellent thoughts:
"Bloggers do it on-the-fly"
"Bloggers do it on the sly"
"Bloggers do it once, then half an hour later, they do it again"
"Bloggers do it at their desks"
"Bloggers do it in their laps"
"Bloggers do it with both hands"
"Bloggers do it in motels"
"Bloggers do it anywhere they can"
And finally, from the fabulous Prego:
"Bloggers Do It Alone"
I expect to see some cars with these stickers pretty soon. I'll honk at you.
Frankie says
"I'll show you my Blogroll if you show me your Skin"
Thumper's thought:
"Bloggers Do It With One Hand On The Keyboard"
My sweet MommaK says:
"Bloggers do it so they can blog about it"
"QUESTION: How are you today?
ANSWER: You never read my blog, do you?"
Tommy's is simple:
"Bloggers Do It"
Wild Bill gives us:
"Bloggers do it in their Pajamas!"
I like Chaz's contribution:
"Bloggers do it and hope someone comments on it"
Ivy made me laugh with these:
"Bloggers do it every day"
"Bloggers do it for the hits"
"Bloggers do it with the world watching"
"Bloggers do it at all hours"
Raehan had some great ones:
"Bloggers do it anytime they want to"
"Bloggers do it when the kids are in bed"
"Bloggers do it in their underwear"
"Bloggers do it at work"
"Bloggers do it in their head"
"Bloggers do it in secret"
"Bloggers do it for the love"
My pal Mel said:
"Bloggers do it with their fingers"
Poopie says:
"Bloggers blog and tell"
"Bloggers do it with a post" (that sounds a little painful!)
The handsome Mikey offered:
"Bloggers Do It For Free"
"Bloggers Do It When You're Asleep" (eyeeeeew!)
My friend from Down Under, Peter, says:
"Old bloggers never die, they're too busy blogging" (considering I already started my Farewell Post, I'll have to agree)
The beautiful Meg says:
"The harder the post, the better the blogger"
"Bloggers do it daily"
For the ladies~~ "I'm a blogger; wanna see my entry?"
For the men~~ "I'm a blogger; wanna see my post?
GolfWidow made me giggle with:
"Bloggers do it for hits and giggles"
In reference to the previous post, Kevin says:
"Bloggers do it better than teachers, beauticians and scientists. So there."
I like this one from Lynette:
"Bloggers do it in their fuzzy, pink, slippers"
And from a new friend (who didn't leave a link, boohoo)Wai, some most excellent thoughts:
"Bloggers do it on-the-fly"
"Bloggers do it on the sly"
"Bloggers do it once, then half an hour later, they do it again"
"Bloggers do it at their desks"
"Bloggers do it in their laps"
"Bloggers do it with both hands"
"Bloggers do it in motels"
"Bloggers do it anywhere they can"
And finally, from the fabulous Prego:
"Bloggers Do It Alone"
I expect to see some cars with these stickers pretty soon. I'll honk at you.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Honk If You Love Blogging
On my way to work this morning I saw one of those "_____ do it with _____" bumper stickers.
You know, "Teachers Do It With Class", "Beauticians Do It With Style", "Scientists Do It On The Periodic Table".
So I was trying to think of some for us. Us being bloggers, I mean.
I didn't do a very good job.
I thought "BLOGGERS DO IT ONLINE"...but that made us sound like a bunch of cyber-pervs.
Then I thought "BLOGGERS DO IT WITH SKINS"...but that reminded me of that guy in Silence of the Lambs saying "It puts the lotion on its skin", which is sort of creepy.
So I thought "BLOGGERS DO IT ON THE KEYBOARD"...but that sounded sort of dumb and really uncomfortable.
When I came up with "BLOGGERS DO IT AND THEN...BLOG ABOUT IT", I gave up.
What do YOU think our bumper sticker should say?
**UPDATE: Frankie's comment gave me and idea...
"BLOGGERS DO IT ON A ROLL"
Okay, so it isn't much better than my others...
You know, "Teachers Do It With Class", "Beauticians Do It With Style", "Scientists Do It On The Periodic Table".
So I was trying to think of some for us. Us being bloggers, I mean.
I didn't do a very good job.
I thought "BLOGGERS DO IT ONLINE"...but that made us sound like a bunch of cyber-pervs.
Then I thought "BLOGGERS DO IT WITH SKINS"...but that reminded me of that guy in Silence of the Lambs saying "It puts the lotion on its skin", which is sort of creepy.
So I thought "BLOGGERS DO IT ON THE KEYBOARD"...but that sounded sort of dumb and really uncomfortable.
When I came up with "BLOGGERS DO IT AND THEN...BLOG ABOUT IT", I gave up.
What do YOU think our bumper sticker should say?
**UPDATE: Frankie's comment gave me and idea...
"BLOGGERS DO IT ON A ROLL"
Okay, so it isn't much better than my others...
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