Saturday, January 31, 2009



I was tagged by Staci for the Honest Scrap award :) Yippeeeee... another award!

The rules are simple, list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep! Then tag up to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap Award.

Sigh.... Here goes. :)

1. I love to cook. I often end up wasting food because I only cook for myself - the boy only likes chicken nuggets, bagels, spaghetti - plain stuff like that. I love to experiment, but nobody else is around to try it. And I can only eat so much. And I'm a darn good cooker, too. :)
2. Some days I wonder what I was thinking, knowingly taking on the role of being a single parent. It's been 12 years, and while I think that my son is the greatest gift and my most wonderful achievement - what the heck was I thinking?!?!?!?
3. His father is the one person that broke my heart. I don't think that I will ever find the love that I felt like that for anyone else. Even if ultimately he never did love me - at one time, I loved him with every fiber of my being. It was like my whole world stopped when he walked into a room. To know that I meant nothing to him at the time was just devastating.
4. I miss my friends at "home". While I have some great friends here, it's not the close-knit group that I had back in MA, and more often than not on the weekends I don't do anything.
5. It hurts my feelings when I ask friends what's going on for the weekend and either I get no answer, or a "nothing" and then find out later they all got together and nobody remembered to call me.
6. I am the Queen of Procrastination. I will clean, bake, do laundry - anything to get out of doing something that I know has to get done. My accounting homework is a great example of that. LOL
7. There are people in my life that I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive, for various reasons and offenses.
8. I think the chances of me finding a nice guy that wants to be with an overweight, over 40 woman with an ADHD kid are probably slim to none. I've accepted that, though. It's the whole "never having sex" again thing I have a hard time with. And I'm not a fan of toys - I like the real thing, fanks. It kills me to think that the last sex I'll ever have was mediocre (at best). Ugh.
9. I have horrible nightmares about something happening to my son. I know it's every parent's worst fear. He really is my reason for being, and I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to him.
10. I cry easily. Commercials, pictures, people I don't know - you name it, I can cry.

NOW.... Who can I tag... LOL

You. You. You!~ And YOU too!!
(you know who you are ROFL)

What kind of friend are you?

I have homework to do, and don't have enough time for the full Saturday Six, but I did do this part. :)
And don't worry Staci - I'm still working on yours, too!! lol

You Are a Good Friend Because You're Fun

You are energetic, amusing, and always up for a good time.

Optimistic and genuinely happy, you help people see the sunny side of life.

And you're always up for a party... no matter how big or small.

You're usually the first one to celebrate a friend's success.

Anyone who's interesting or fun is welcome in you circle of friends.

You're not the type of person to exclude or make fun of someone who's a little different.

Your friends need you most when: They're down or depressed

You really can't be friends with: Anyone who's stuck up or chronically unhappy

Your friendship quote: "It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."

Friday, January 30, 2009

F you Friday

So normally I'm all about the humor in the F you of Friday, whatever. But today? Not about me. Not about humor. It's about life.

I will check out other people's blogrolls, and have found some awesome ones that I peek in on from time to time, some I "subscribe" to, some I bookmark to come back to later. This one blog I saw, and I've been checking out pretty regularly - especially lately. It's about Tuesday, an adorable 2 year old little girl with a twin and a family that adores her. She's got cancer. Cancer sucks (I know first hand). She's stage IV and just been pretty much sent home from the hospital for the last time. They're not sure she'll make it through the week.

**Tuesday passed away last night, I'm sure peacefully with her family with her. Rest in peace, Tuesday. :(

If you pray - say a prayer for this family. If you don't, then at least think of them. Hug your kids and tell them that you love them.

And FUCK YOU cancer. FUCK YOU.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Manic Monday #152

Courtesy of Fleur de Lisa - click here to play along :)

What gives you hope?
Kids give me hope. Kids give me hope because by the time they're adults, hopefully so much of the nastiness of our parents era will be wiped out. There are so many multi-racial kids nowadays, that who knows who is what any more, and it's only going to get better. Obama gives me hope that this country can turn around and be respected once again. My son gives me hope that, in some way, I will live on through him. Or at least my sense of humor will ;) Every day that I wake up gives me hope that I will live another day. Every word that I type gives me hope that I'll never learn to shut up. LOL

How often do you get your haircut? Describe your worst haircut.
Every 5-6 weeks or so (and colored). The worst haircut wasn't a cut, but color. I dyed it myself because I had a date with a guy that I really liked, and ended up having hair that was olive drab. The date didn't go quite as planned, either. I should have stuck with the original color, and not drank quite so much. That whole story is probably worth a post in itself. lol

What's your most treasured piece of jewelry? Why?
Really? I could say my mother's bracelet or her ring, but my most treasured piece? My diamond necklace. I treasure it because it is worth something to me. It says that two and 1/2 years weren't completely wasted, that I was able to walk away from something with my dignity, my pride, and a damn fine piece of jewelery. And no the ex didn't give it to me - I took what he gave me, and traded it in for what *I* wanted.


My friend Erin did an alphabet meme the other day, and I asked for a letter, thinking I had all sorts of free time. I tried one last month andI had a really good time with it. She has assigned me the letter M, and I am supposed to write about 10 things I love that start with that letter. If you would like to play along, leave a comment or send an email, and I will assign you a letter.

and so I shall begin!

Music is a huge part of my life. I'm a huge fan of Bruce Springsteen and plan on spending some time to see the next tour. I may even bring the boy along. :)

Money is nice if you have it, but not a necessary thing in life, I've discovered. It brings out the worst in people, and it's hard to know who your true friends are. I also discovered that if you're an asshole, money isn't going to make that go away.

Monkeys have always cracked me up. How could you not love a poo-flinging mammal such as this?

Mom is the best name I've ever been called, and the best job I've ever had. :)

Men are wonderful creatures... It's unfortunate that I keep meeting the wrong kind. LOL Which brings me to my favorite "M" men....

Now if that isn't mmmmmm mmmmmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMMH!! I don't know what is..

Math is not one of my strong points in life, and I have to get through an accounting class (this is try #3). I will do it. I've given birth. Accounting is no match for me!

Menus are my friend. I love food. I love cooking it, eating it, making it for my friends. You name it. I have a great relationship with it. Probably too much of one. I need to cut back on it. Not so much dip. Maybe a bit healthier. Oh but it's soooooooo good...

Speaking of food. There's nothing like a little meat

I love a good machair. Definition? A low-lying sandy beach. I love the beach. The ocean in particular. I can't wait to go to San Diego in April and see the Pacific. And then the Atlantic in August on Cape Cod. Ahhhhhhh warmth.. :)

And last, but certainly not least - myself. If I don't love myself, how can anyone else? Yeah, sure, I have my quirks. But I'm not bad looking, the left side of the face doesn't always work so well - but dammit, I'm a great person! LOL

Edited to add a couple of extras :)

The fact that I am a matriculating student is something that I'm very proud of. :)

And one of my favorite "M"'s is maturity. Something that we all as adults should have in some fashion. Granted, I like to be a kid sometimes (don't we all?) but I know when to stop and become an adult. Something that some people that used to be in my life still have a hard time grasping the concept of.

Meme time!

Can you tell I've got homework to work on?

I was tagged for this by both my single mom Bud and Thistle - great blogs both :) Thanks for the tags, and somehow I'll figure out how to do it twice..

The rules of the game:

1. Go to the the 4th folder where you keep your pictures on your computer.

2. Post the 4th picture in the folder.

3. Explain the photo.

4. Tag 4 fellow bloggers to join in the fun!

First one:
This was the 4th in the 4th - and I was driving home, sun was out - it'd been a yukky week - and I turned the corner and this is what lay ahead:

This one was from a "random" folder, and I just picked one - it's the boy and I in front of a waterfall up in Alaska. It was so cold out! You'd never think that it was July. :)

And I'm tagging Staci, Michelle (because she really needs to update her blog!!), Neurotic Mom (who's blog is worth visiting just for the music ;-) ) and Pseudo, who is one cool writer. :) Good stuff in all of them! Enjoy!!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Saturday Six

Woot! I was first last week over at Patrick's Place!

Here is this week's Saturday Six :)

1. If you could recycle only one of the following, would you be most likely to choose paper, aluminum cans or plastic containers?
Considering that I use more plastic than cans, I would have to go with the plastic containers.

2. Check out your bathroom: what color are the metal fixtures: silver, gold, bronze, or pewter? (If you know the actual material rather than just the color, name it too.)
For now, they're a stainless steel. That'll probably stay the same, only it'll be upgraded to nicer stuff. I got the basics when I had the house built, and there's a lot that I want to do. Fixtures is just the tip of the iceberg!

3. When cooking, do you prefer non-stick surfaces or traditional surfaces? Do you have more copper-bottomed pots or stainless steel?
I like the non-stick, and I don't think I have either copper-bottomed or stainless steel! Well, except the ginormous pot for crab legs. That's stainless. And I want my mother's cast iron skillet, I think when I go to the Cape this year I'm taking it home with me. It's not being used for all the wonderful things that it could be.

4. Take the quiz: What Metal Are You?
You Are Copper
You are provocative and challenging. You help people realize who they really are.
You live a very balanced life. You always take time for love and art.

You are both a powerful and generous person. You always have time to give back.
People find you to be incredibly ethical and loyal.

Shocker that an online quiz can tell me something about myself that I (and so many others) known for years, and yet the fuckwit my ex could try and take that away so quickly by telling lies. grrrrrr

5. Consider the jewelry you wear most often: is it gold, silver, platinum or something else?
I have either silver or white gold. My favorite bracelets are these I actually have the two in the first picture, but they're the "genuine" ones from Eden Hand Arts. And my necklace is white gold with diamonds. My ex kept buying me yellow gold and didn't *get* why I wouldn't wear it. He said he would buy it because I didn't have any - and I kept telling him *because I don't like it*... he didn't listen. Shocker he's an ex, eh?

6. Have you ever had a piece of jewelry turn your skin a different color? Did anyone else notice before you did?
The sperm donor My son's father bought me a bracelet in Provincetown once, and we joked that we'd stay together until it turned my wrist green. That happened within a few months. =smacks self in forehead= WHY didn't I listen to myself?!?!?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

What a day!!

Good morning, Mr. President.

What a fantastic day for this country. Today is a good, good day.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Manic Monday #151

Monday Madness!
Manic Monday :) <---- Click to play along!

What do you do to make yourself feel better when you are sick?
The most logical answer is soup and tea. But really? Nothing makes me feel better like making those around me sick as dogs, too. It's kind of a "strength in numbers" thing. Why be sick alone, it's no fun! Make all your friends sick and have a big ole pity party! Then again, the only one around me on a regular basis is 12 and male. And if he gets sick, it's like any male - the world stops (didn't you hear that crash of it screeching to a halt?). LOL So tea. Earl Grey, please - with milk and sugar. And soup. Tomato. Or chicken noodle - but it's got to be the old standby of Campbell's. None of that new-fangled chunky stuff. Water, salt, noodles & chicken. That's what I want.

What is the most amazing weather you've ever seen?
I've seen hurricanes & blizzards while living in MA. But we were under a tornado warning last summer, my son was at school, and the weather was heading straight for where he was and he freaks out about tornado watches, let alone a warning with the sirens, etc. So I drove there - right through the most unbelievable weather I've ever seen. It was raining and hailing so hard I couldn't see the road - I drove and my co-pilot watched the yellow lines to make sure I was still on my side. There were big branches coming down, we saw a tree on a car, it was CRAZY. I finally dropped my friend off and got to him and they were all in the bathroom, and he was like "that was fun!".. I started for home, and had to pull over and stop because I couldn't see. Twice I had to turn back down the road I was on because trees were blocking the way. I was actually afraid to drive down the road we lived on because it was lined with trees, and the house we were in was also. Luckily we only had one down in the yard, and it pulled down the electrical wire with it - and we STILL had power - go figure. So that's my crazy weather story. LOL Here's a picture of the tree down on our street:

Do you listen to music or talk radio in the car?
Music all the way. My father used to force us to listen to all sorts of talk radio - so he ruined me forever. He still calls and says "hey - you'll never guess who's on Prairie Home Companion"... ARRGH! Unless it's Bruce Springsteen or JDM with a marriage proposal - I don't care.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Boys and their toys

I suppose as they get older, the toys get bigger. But when they're small and first discover their penis, boys are pretty funny. Mine would poke at it, flop it back and forth, whatever - and my attitude always was - hey, it's his toy he can play with it however he wants.

Except one day. Now I've been a single mom since day one, have made it on my own by working full time and getting reasonable child support from his donor (father seems a bit too familiar, and while he and I were obviously familiar, it took me getting pregnant to truly discover how much of a selfish asshole man he really was. I didn't ask for help from the state, I didn't go on "da welfare", but I did finally accept help with child care in the form of a grant. So my kid went to a great daycare close to my house where I was one of only a handful of single parents that had their kids there.

I went one day to pick him up, and walked at the same time as one of the dads and look around and can't see the boy. I look, I look and still can't find him. I'm about to ask V, the teacher and I hear (and now see) him slowly coming around the 2' high bookcases that line the room. Nothing looks off, yet he's yelling "MOMMY! MOMMY!" And as he comes around the corner in front of me, I realize his pants are around his ankles, which is why he was so slow. "LOOK" He screams. "IT GETS HARD WHEN I PLAY WITH IT" and of course - goes to show me. Needless to say, I stopped him quickly.

Yup. That's my boy. I've never been so mortified in my life, and yet so amused at the same time. Is it evil of me to save this story in my memory bank, not telling him about it until, oh, say - his first date? Prom night? Wedding?

Saturday Six

From Patrick's Place - good reads there :)

1. What commonly-used word in speech annoys you the most? When did you hear it last used?
Remember - I'm a parent of a 12 year old. The most annoying for me is "Idunno". I hear it all the time, even in my sleep at times.

2. Which commonly-used word annoys you the most when you hear it mispronounced? What’s the most common mispronunciation you hear for this word?
I can't answer this properly. I'm a New Englander living in the Midwest, EVERYTHING is mispronounced. According to the people around me - I pronounce everything wrong. I say they're all full of shit and talk funny.

3. Which word(s) do you wish people would use more often?
YES! Stop being such negative nellies. Throw caution to the wind - say yes to something that you'd normally say "no" to. I can't wait to see that movie "Yes man".

4. Take the quiz: What’s Your Word?

Your Word is "Fearless"

You see life as your one chance to experience everything, and you just go for it!

You believe the biggest risk is being afraid and missing out on something amazing.

Sometimes your fearlessness means you're daring. You enjoy risky activities.

And sometimes your fearlessness means you're courageous. You're brave enough to do the right thing, even when it's scary.

Yep. That's me. Miss Fearless. I may not always take the most popular stance, but when I'm convinced I'm right with major conviction - I'm usually right. One time it took me 3 years to prove it - but it was OH so satisfying!

5. Which internet expression or abbreviation do you use most often?
LOL - sometimes I even go to say it instead of laughing. My life has turned into an internet abbreviation.

6. Which internet expression or abbreviation would you most like to see disappear forever?
LOL - I need my life back people! Stop making me laugh!

Friday, January 16, 2009

F You Friday

We have Fill in Friday, Fun-filled Friday, happy fun time Friday and now.. for your reading pleasure..

FUCK YOU Friday!

Cristin has started a wonderful thing. So here goes.

Fuck you lurkers. I know you're out there. You think I don't see you, but I do.
Come on out and play, the water's fine - the air is a bit chilly, but don't let that stop you.

Fuck you, person driving the little car with the Florida license plate surrounded by "I'm a Navy Wife". You're not in Florida any more, you're in Michigan. Learn how to drive in the fucking snow - which is NOT by doing 25MPH on a major roadway that is DRY.

Fuck you, moron with the big SUV (there were many this week) that feels the need to ride my ass in the middle of a snow squall. First off - there is ICE under the snow, so if I have to stop fast, I'm not going to - which is why I'm at least 2 car lengths behind the guy in front of me. Then again - if you hit me, you'll probably total my car. So go ahead - I'll see Dr. Winteroff, Dr. Summeroff and Dr. I'llownyouyourhouseandeverythingelseyouvegot. Asshole.

Fuck you Frito Lay. Fuck you for making your "hint of jalapeno" Scoops that I can't control myself with. Why can't you make "tastes like shit" scoops? I wouldn't eat any of those.

Fuck you Jens. Again. Just because you're probably still a putz. And John M? you're probably still an asshole, too - so fuck you too.

Fuck you, stupid bitch on the phone who called me rude. I'm not the one that didn't pay my damn tickets so my license got suspended. I'm not the one that was rude - YOU were. Pay up or shut up.

Fuck you, 7th graders in the neighborhood that won't talk to my kid because he's a grade behind you. You're ugly and are going to grow up and get crabs from some trampy girl. So there.

And last but not least?

Fuck you, person that used to be my friend. You didn't deserve the friendship that I gave you, and when we run into each other - stop getting the deer in the headlights look and then say hi. Don't bother saying hi. You're not my friend. Don't even pretend to be nice. Fuck off. And fuck you again.


see. Now didn't that feel good?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Friday Fill Ins

Courtesy of Janet <-- Click here to play along!

#107 :)

1. Enough with the cold already. I get it. It's winter. But does it REALLY have to be cold enough to make my nipples feel like they're going to fall off my body when I go outside? Seriously. Enough. Dammit.

2. My lurker list causes me to be conflicted. LOL

3. I've been craving on occasion, a cigarette. But it's been over a week and I haven't had one. I'm too young to die. I don't want one. Plus they smell. And they make my clothes smell. I like it when I take the ponytail holder out of my hair - that I can still smell my shampoo - and this is at the END of the day!! Go figure!.

4. My son makes me laugh. He's seriously a stitch. I don't know where he gets it.

5. I wish I could go to a beach where I could lie out all day in the sun, soaking up the rays, reading a good book and be served drinks with little umbrellas by this man. Naked. And it would be a private beach so no 12-pound blonde goes running by with her perky little boobs and non-saggy ass and distracts him from his one true love - ME...

next week.

6. Sex has been on my mind lately. or really the lack thereof. Probably TMI, huh? It's been far too long. And even then - it wasn't quality, so I could figure out the last time that it was quality - and Jesus Mary and the Carpenter - it's been so long I'm a virgin again!!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to SLEEP, tomorrow my plans include more accounting homework and Sunday, I want to stay up late and watch tv that is bad for me because I have Monday off (maybe I'll watch something with dirty words in it)!!!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Smile :) and enjoy

sorry about the commercial first - don't know how to get rid of it. But this is a great "feel good" song. Enjoy!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Manic Monday :)

And so it begins again...

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Manic Monday #150

If you were to name the most creative outlet that you have, what would it be?
I think the outlet to the left of my sink in the kitchen is very creative. I use it for my crockpot, charging my phone, all sorts of wonderful things! Ok. fine.
I am getting back into photography, so much so that I'm taking at least one picture a day for a year (shoot me now!). I may even.... ready? take a class. I have a great camera, and don't want to waste it's potential, or mine.

What spot in your body would you say is the center of your emotional being?
My tapeworm. If the tapeworm isn't happy, nobody is. ROFL
Again - fine. lol My heart. It's such a fragile thing, the heart. If your heart is broken, how is your emotional well being? It's been a long time since I've had mine broken that it's just about all healed up. :) Ready for a new beating. lol

What do you think is the secret to a tranquil soul?
Peace. Within yourself, with all that surrounds you. If you live in chaos, there is no tranquility. Which probably explains the whirling dervish that is over my head on a constant basis. I live in chaos. But I have peace with myself and the things I've done in my life enough to know that I have a good soul. Not necessarily tranquil, because that's too quiet. It's like sitting in church - you know you should be quiet, but you can't help but giggle at the woman that farted three rows up.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

ahhhhhhh Jens

Not sure why, but I feel the need to revisit Jens. Back years ago, my friends Manal, Julie and I were friends with this guy Dirk that went to the same school as Manal (often affectionately referred to as Manhole). Dirk was hot. Like smoking hot. DaYAM hot. At least to my 19-20 year old mind. And he had 2 brothers, Jens and Olaf (often referred to as "da Loaf"). Julie and Olaf met, she went to the prom with him (older woman here!), they fell in love and spent years together, but split up for reasons unknown - at least to me. I used to go up for the weekends and we'd all hang out, often crashing at Dirk's house.

Sometimes, we'd head into Boston and one night we all ended up at Jens' apartment for a while, right near a Citgo gas station. That had a pay toilet. Not good when you have to pee. And we ended up on the roof of Jens' building. Downtown Boston. It was one of those surreal moments, when you're hanging with good friends, all is right in the world and you're up on a roof just watching the world go by. I can't hear "Up on the Roof" by James Taylor without thinking of that night in some fashion.

Another night, we all drank too much, and I ended up crashing at Dirk's next to Jens and we shared a kiss or two. Now I'd always had a crush on Dirk, but knew nothing would ever happen with him, and kissing Jens was the closest I'd ever get. The next day we were going to go to Plymouth because Jens and Olaf lived there and needed to be dropped off, and then we were heading out somewhere else. I, in my foolish youthful thinking, thought that Jens actually liked me, he'd be my boyfriend and he and I, Julie and the Loaf could all live together in some happy commune and be happy ever more. I will never forget dropping Jens off at Benny's (not sure why there instead of his house) and he was telling us he didn't want to hang out with us for the day and I'm thinking "WTF???". He kept making stupid excuses and I finally just said "WHY NOT?". I'll never forget what he said. He looked me straight in the eye and said "you're just not special".

I was so hurt and dumbfounded, I got in the car and we just left. I don't think I ever told anyone what he said, but I don't think I ever said more than "hi" to him again. Out of all the things that have happened to me, and the people that have hurt me in my lifetime (trust me, there are a lot, nothing has ever stuck with me like that "you're just not special"

Well. Dammit. I am special, Jens. And even if it's more than 20 years after the fact? here's what I should have said then if I'd had my wits about me:

Fuck you. I am more special than you'll ever know in your pathetic miserable excuse of a life where you think it's OK to say something so horrible to someone. Fuck you.

Now? I do know that I am special. And I'm not talking little bus special - I am a kind, generous, wonderful person and anyone that can't see that is just missing out. I am a great mom and friend. I have a wicked pissa sense of humor and absolutely kill myself sometimes. And I'm a great cook and dip-maker. :)

So take that, Jens Z. You insignificant little pissant.

Yep. I feel better now. :D

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Holy frozen tundra, Batman!

68 Below Zero!!

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I will never complain about snow or cold again....

A belated response

So I was reading over at Pseudo's House the other day, and her post about guilt got me to thinking (not necessarily about guilt, but about how things stick with you).

As a kid, I was pretty meek and mild, didn't really say shit - even if I had a mouthful. I remember telling Joanne S that her legs were really fat one time in the pool, but other than that, I can't remember much. I'm sure she remembers that though. It's amazing how something that is said or done, years later you remember it so clearly, but the person that said it has no recollection - or vice-versa.

My sister a couple of years ago ran into this guy John M who asked how I was doing, and then asked if I still hated him. He remembered that every time he saw me around the small town that we grew up in, I would scream "ASSHOLE" across the street at him and he never knew why (OK, so at some point I found my voice lol). My sister is relaying this to me and I start laughing, remembering vaguely doing this. He remembers it clear as day. Not me. What I do remember, however, is him sitting behind the junior high one day as I was passing through with a couple of girlfriends and him telling me that I was "so ugly that I'd turn any man gay". Nice thing to say to an overweight teenager that had self-image issues to begin with. My response? The first thing I could think of. I told him that he was ugly enough to turn a gay man straight and kept walking.

And called him "Asshole" every chance I could after that. So there. John? You were an asshole. And I just felt it my duty to remind you. Even if it was screaming it at you across the square. I can only hope that you grew up to be a kinder and more compassionate man than you were a teenager.

Next post? We'll talk about Jens.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Friday Fill Ins

Courtesy of Janet <-- Click here to play along!

1. It's January; and it is pretty fucking cold out right now! Bring on baseball season!

2. More sleep is what I crave most right now. I think I'm coming down with something, my throat hurts and I've had a killer headache. Ugh.

3. Cork and wine go together like OK - now wine. You open it and then plug it back up with the cork. So me, being twisted that I am - could only think of is a tampon this morning. It's early. LOL.

4. Coffee. mmmmmmmmm I love coffee, it is so nourishing.

5. Let us dare to throw caution to the wind! Speak up for ourselves! Stand up for what is right - even if you stand alone!

6. I love my home. It's the shizznit. Even if it needs to be painted. But by the time I'm done with it - badabing, badaboom! It's going to be even bettah!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to K-Wings game, tomorrow my plans include working on homework and chilling out and Sunday, I want to go to the movies!!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


Staci, a new blogger buddy, just awarded me this superdeeduperoutstandinginmyfield blogger award! Check out her site, she's a hoot and has great book recommendations!

Here are the rules:

This is a “meme” award, so it gets passed on. The rules for passing it on are:

1. Put the logo on your blog.

2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.

3. Award up to ten other blogs.

4. Add links to those blogs on yours.

5. Leave a message for your awardees on their blogs.

And because I don't have that many blog-buds, everyone that reads here? You ALL get it! So follow the rules! :)

Happy Wednesday and thanks Staci!!


Monday, January 5, 2009

for Staci LOL

Manic Monday :)

And it truly is going to be a manic Monday - I'm back to work after being off since the 23rd. Oy vey!

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Manic Monday #149

Do you have any idiosyncrasies or unusual quirks when it comes to food and/or eating?
I'm not a big fan of things that look like trees. And I like to sniff new things before I taste them. Does that make me quirky? Probably. I'd like to be quirky. Meg Ryan is quirky. And cute. I'd like to be Meg Ryan, have a cute adopted baby named Daisy and a ginormous house on Martha's Vineyard.

Have you ever written love letters? If so, do you still have any of them?
Ohhhhhh the letters. I was a big one for letters, probably still am, in fact. I'd write 3-4 pagers. My friend Movie has read quite a few of the "drafts". LOL
The problem was, they were always to jerks. My son's father, who really didn't give a shit about me - he just wanted sex (certainly not a child - gasp!), and then the last one I wrote was a while ago - but I couldn't make it long - there are ADD issues there and the attention span was pretty short,so everything I had to say, I had to say in the first paragraph pretty much. I need a man that can appreciate my literary efforts. None of them ever did. sigh...

How easy or difficult is it for you to say you're sorry?
Well, first it should be "how easy is it to admit you're wrong. THAT I'm working on. I'm not always right, as much as I like to think so or hope. So it's getting easier, especially when I get caught. LOL Which seems to happen more often these days - the older the boy gets, the more he calls me out on stuff. But I'm also stubborn. Hardheaded. It's the Irish in me. You know - if I have to be stubborn, hardheaded and Irish - why couldn't I have had red hair? That would make the whole stubbornness so much easier. Granted I could have red hair now, but everyone would know it's not "mine", and it would be expensive. Hmmph.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Sunday Sunday

Nothing much to say. Love this song, and I got a lot of S&G off my cousin's laptop (thanks Michelle!!) and they're one of the ones that, when I hear them I always slap myself upside the head and think I always loved listening to them. Usually I don't slap too hard, but sometimes I do and it hurts. Then I just cry. lol Anyway, enjoy!

Friday, January 2, 2009

Thoughts and hugs going out to Janet on the loss of her Dad. :(

1. The world is a great, wonderful, beautiful place and let's all do what we can to keep it that way.

2. "go take your medicine" was the last thing I said.

3. I wonder if the baby will notice that we're not here when she gets home.

4. Usually there is eventual peace at the end of all things.

5. There's something to be said for Chinese food in Boston. There isn't any good stuff in Michigan..

6. Right where I am is where I want to be.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to sleeping in my own bed, tomorrow my plans include unpacking and Sunday, I want to get ready for the crazy week ahead!!

Project 365

OK, so maybe I do have a resolution for New Year's (of sorts)...

I've decided to give Project 365 a shot. I've been following PG, a fellow Bruce junkie, and he's almost done with his 365. So I started a new blog for it here, redoing another blog that I had started and had hidden away like the red-headed stepdog. I deleted all the posts, and have decided to start fresh!

Yesterday was a great day, I had lunch with one of my favorite people (can't explain here, but suffice it to say she's a great kid :)), and then my brother, his wife & kids came and picked us up and we walked around Boston a lot longer than expected, searching for the Pizzeria Regina that never materialized, ended up at Pizzeria Uno and then walked around a ton again, looking at ice sculptures and storefronts. We were going to go to the movies, but that went out the window when the word *Monopoly* was mentioned, so we all came back to my cousin's house where we are staying and played until after midnight. Craziness! And who won? My nephew John, the youngest of the bunch, after making some killer trades (Waterworks for Park Place? Say it ain't so!) he had the most money so he won! First time playing, and he turns into a little Trump. LOL
The boys at Uno - believe it or not mine (in the orange) is the oldest. The middle one is 5'8" and will be 12 in Feb. I'm scared!

Here's the Monopoly game (and my brother's fam). The mini-Trump is in the green!

What a great way to start the New Year! We head back to MI today. It's been one of the best visits that we've had, and we can't wait to come back again!

*OK - the pictures aren't showing the whole way, you have to click on them - anyone know how to make the "blog" area wider? Very annoying!!