Monday, February 22, 2010
The World
When there are so many places in the world to see, why do I try so hard to stay in just one place- only to complain that I want to see the world?
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Just like me
It's just like me to already be off track. Of course I have plenty of excuses. One of them being that I fell and busted my ass yesterday while helping D move my cedar chest into his truck.
So after I did my running around errands all I wanted to do was rest my sore muscles. Which is exactly what I did with my Mommy. We watched Julie and Julia a very charming movie and ate soup. It was nice. Then D came home and gave me a muscle relaxer and I was asleep by 83o.
Anyway, here are two little ones.
We(D and I) are like a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.
I am a spider monkey with Tourette's .
So after I did my running around errands all I wanted to do was rest my sore muscles. Which is exactly what I did with my Mommy. We watched Julie and Julia a very charming movie and ate soup. It was nice. Then D came home and gave me a muscle relaxer and I was asleep by 83o.
Anyway, here are two little ones.
We(D and I) are like a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.
I am a spider monkey with Tourette's .
Friday, December 11, 2009
Brillant Idea
Scrap of Paper Mondays- I have lots of ideas for stories I want to write or blog about or some just dreams. I write most of them as I go through the day on whatever surface is available; little scraps of paper. Every Monday I am going to gather the scraps of paper and blog about it. Hopefully it will provide us both with a much needed laugh. (Though remember my track record for procrastination so maybe don't get too set on the whole Monday thing.)
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Interrupted
I interrupt this blog post that was going to contain - haunted hotel stories, me learning something about myself, Santa Bar Crawl and more to report on our dog.
Chance our lovable rescue brendal pitt-boxer mix just tripped me as I was walking across the living room with my laptop. (I am having a hard time constructing sentences right now. I keep wondering if they are run-ons.(is run-ons even a word? See what I mean.) Damn trying to learn grammar- always getting in my way. I'll be happy when it becomes second nature; like the way you arrive home from work not really remembering how you got there.) I had the open laptop balanced in my arms it was playing Jack Johnson Rodeo Clowns. I took two steps towards the couch trying to lift the cords from the back and keep them from tripping me. Apparently my computers cords and I had come in between Chance and his beloved green ball. The cord began to hit him in the head and stopped me short as I was walking. Though he could have easily taken a step back and solve the problem he refused to move as I proceeded to trip and try to balance the computer. It was then that I realized he was all tangled up and getting whacked in the head. "Chance buddy move!" I said loudly, not quite a yell but a firm command. Still he stood there looking at his ball but squinting his eyes as the cord continued to whack him. Finally I caught my balance and was able to pull the cords up and over his head allowing me to take the remaining two steps to the couch. Crazy damn (that is a loving damn) dog. He still didn't move, finally after a minute he grabbed his ball and brought it to me dripping with dog drool.
"I am not throwing that thing." I say to him. He then pulled out the doggie charm. He pouted and looked as sad as one of those dogs in the Sarah Maclaughin videos where they are dogs are abused and abandoned. Head down, puppy eyes up, ears flat back. I'm telling you, if they gave Oscars to dogs he would have just won. "Pathetic!" I said to him. I swear he smiled at me; smiled. Crazy crafty dog. I love him.
Now I am going to snuggle on the couch with my boys and watch a movie. It's relax and cook Sunday-my favorite day.
And, yes I did indeed throw the ball.
Chance our lovable rescue brendal pitt-boxer mix just tripped me as I was walking across the living room with my laptop. (I am having a hard time constructing sentences right now. I keep wondering if they are run-ons.(is run-ons even a word? See what I mean.) Damn trying to learn grammar- always getting in my way. I'll be happy when it becomes second nature; like the way you arrive home from work not really remembering how you got there.) I had the open laptop balanced in my arms it was playing Jack Johnson Rodeo Clowns. I took two steps towards the couch trying to lift the cords from the back and keep them from tripping me. Apparently my computers cords and I had come in between Chance and his beloved green ball. The cord began to hit him in the head and stopped me short as I was walking. Though he could have easily taken a step back and solve the problem he refused to move as I proceeded to trip and try to balance the computer. It was then that I realized he was all tangled up and getting whacked in the head. "Chance buddy move!" I said loudly, not quite a yell but a firm command. Still he stood there looking at his ball but squinting his eyes as the cord continued to whack him. Finally I caught my balance and was able to pull the cords up and over his head allowing me to take the remaining two steps to the couch. Crazy damn (that is a loving damn) dog. He still didn't move, finally after a minute he grabbed his ball and brought it to me dripping with dog drool.
"I am not throwing that thing." I say to him. He then pulled out the doggie charm. He pouted and looked as sad as one of those dogs in the Sarah Maclaughin videos where they are dogs are abused and abandoned. Head down, puppy eyes up, ears flat back. I'm telling you, if they gave Oscars to dogs he would have just won. "Pathetic!" I said to him. I swear he smiled at me; smiled. Crazy crafty dog. I love him.
Now I am going to snuggle on the couch with my boys and watch a movie. It's relax and cook Sunday-my favorite day.
And, yes I did indeed throw the ball.
Monday, November 30, 2009
i did it
My blackberry is on fire and I need glasses now but I freakin did it... Go me! Goodnight blogland I must sleep.
Ashtray
Tomorrow supposedly I could spend all night at a bar in Norfolk and not smell like one. I will have to see for myself- I'm hopetical!
divorced
It was my fault too. At the end I knew how to push his buttons. I would be passive aggressive and watch him explode hoping this time it would be bad enough so I could leave.
books
Could blogs be modern days books? Are less books being written because people can be "published" online?
grown up
I don't think I will feel like a grown up until I know what's for dinner. I work, I own a house a car, I pay taxes, I vote, I should feel grown up. Nope. I think it comes down to my Mom always knowing what was for dinner. Like it's some great grown up mystery. She never asked anyone else. Never the "I don't know what do you want?" game. She just knew... Because she was grown up was my guess. It was probably because she had no one to ask she was it-the end of the line. Maybe it was because she was a mom. Since I don't see myself as a mom or alone I guess I'll never grow up.
Birth control
Can they hurry up with the male form already? Seriously, if they can make a pill to keep it hard surely they can make one to have it shoot blanks.
String cheese
I'm pretty positive it tastes beTter if you rip it apart instead of just eating it whole.
Obessed
I obsess about pictures of myself. So much so that often I won't look at pictures of me for fear that I will spot something I don't like. For example one time I had this wonderful pic of me and two of my best girl friends. We are all smiling we all look cute we are obviously having fun-great photo. Then I spot it..the flaw. For some reason I noticed that my under arms looked yellow. That was it picture went down. Not only that but I checked my under arms in every other pic I had ever taken. I stood in the mirror for hours examining my under arms. I changed my deodrant. Crazy. I never look at anyone elses arm pits (except for 6 months after that photo) probably no one looked at mine. Still will not let a camera see that angle. Obsessed.
Kids
I don't really want any. That doesn't make me a monster yet so many people look at me that way when I tell them that.
Sleeves
The other day it was chilly in the house so I put on a sweater over my long sleeved shirt. I instantly grabbed and held my sleeve in my fist as I pushed my arm through the sweater sleeve to keep my shirt sleeve from bunching up and being uncomfortable.
It made me think of all the times as a child my parents had me hold my sleeve in my fist as they dressed me in tiny coats and sweaters. It struck me as very thoughtful as it was hard to get me to do it and it was only for my comfort not a necessity.
Thanks Mom and Dad.
It made me think of all the times as a child my parents had me hold my sleeve in my fist as they dressed me in tiny coats and sweaters. It struck me as very thoughtful as it was hard to get me to do it and it was only for my comfort not a necessity.
Thanks Mom and Dad.
Poser
Sometimes I feel like a poser. I have all these things that I am interested in; writing, photography, dance, baking...but I'm not really good at any of them and I never finish anything. I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none. Though I do have fun and I guess that's what really matters.
Christmas
I was trying to come up with a list of reasons I hate Christmas and all I could think of was things I like. The lights, choosing gifts, wrapping gifts, Christmas trees, cookies I could keep going. Then I thought that Christmas is like a huge party that everyone is preparing for so we can all commiserate together and that is what I really like about Christmas.
Baking
There are so many little baking gadgets that help make baking easier like the nice wire racks I have. I love to bake cookies and cakes and cool them on the racks. Then I remember my Mom teaching me to fold over the oven mit to let air flow underneath pans and I wonder if using racks is cheating.
Sometimes a status update will pop up in my head it's slightly alarming. Facebook has changed the way I think.
Thankful
In honor of Thanksgiving here is 10 things I am thankful for:
1. The way my nose normally works allowing me to breath through it as well as smell things thus allowing food to have taste.
2. Yummy food- tasty and flavorful such as bread, sushi, bread, honey crisp apples,chocolate, D's shrimp tacos, bread.
3. Coffee it smells good, it tastes good, it feels good going down, it makes me hyper and happy!
4. My awesome friends-they make life better and laugh at my jokes.
5. Dogs- they make you feel like a rockstar when you ccome home all excited and bouncy even if you smell or look bad.
6. My family they are wonderful and laugh at my jokes.
7. Books- I read everyday and it's a great escape, especially when I stay awake long enough to read more than one sentence.
8. Sundays with D- my favorite time of the week. We have a beer and cook together then we eat and pick apart the meal-it's fabulous!
9. D- he makes me laugh everyday!
10. Finally learning not to ask lose lose questions. Like the other day I almost asked Drew if I he could tell I've gained weight. If he says no I would call him a liar I know I have. If he says yes Ill be hurt. Lose lose-keepmouth shut.
1. The way my nose normally works allowing me to breath through it as well as smell things thus allowing food to have taste.
2. Yummy food- tasty and flavorful such as bread, sushi, bread, honey crisp apples,chocolate, D's shrimp tacos, bread.
3. Coffee it smells good, it tastes good, it feels good going down, it makes me hyper and happy!
4. My awesome friends-they make life better and laugh at my jokes.
5. Dogs- they make you feel like a rockstar when you ccome home all excited and bouncy even if you smell or look bad.
6. My family they are wonderful and laugh at my jokes.
7. Books- I read everyday and it's a great escape, especially when I stay awake long enough to read more than one sentence.
8. Sundays with D- my favorite time of the week. We have a beer and cook together then we eat and pick apart the meal-it's fabulous!
9. D- he makes me laugh everyday!
10. Finally learning not to ask lose lose questions. Like the other day I almost asked Drew if I he could tell I've gained weight. If he says no I would call him a liar I know I have. If he says yes Ill be hurt. Lose lose-keepmouth shut.
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