I like malt balls (whoppers) but can't stand Malted milkshakes..barf! Given a choice between an Ipad or a new mtn. bike...I choose the bike. Absolute Pepper makes the worlds best Bloody Mary Chicken strips, good ones, are a serious weakness..I can look a donut in the eye and turn it down, but a good seasoned all white chicken strip...oh baby, now we are talking. My tolerance for eating shit from people has fallen to next to zero, I wasn't big on it before, but now, well now I have no issues writing you out of my life. I pre-cook bacon pounds at a time so when I want to use it, it's much quicker to crisp up without getting over cooked. My dog is much smarter and better behaved than your freaking honor student, I should probably put a sticker on my car.
Today I am 39 years old. I'm proud of that. I'm 39 and I still have all my teeth, who would have thunk after all that bubble gum I've chewed. Riddick and Mama gave me a beautiful party yesterday. I have some pics of it that I'll post later. Python and Sido were there, as well as HipChick and Lineman. Graybelle and even more friends. Life has a funny way of swinging around on you. People who are in my life now, daily, sharing their lives, loves, sorrows and joys with me, aren't those that I thought would be here 2 years ago. Some I didn't even know, others I had mis-judged, or maybe didn't trust. I don't have any big words of wisdom right now. I'm more in a place of reflection and contemplation. Today truly is the first day of the rest of your life.
I was searching for bike maps online. The City of Portland has free maps that you can order online. My maps came in the mail the other day I was so excited, and they were FREE! There are two, a full size and a nifty little pocket sized map. The pocket sized map folds out into.. A full size map showing the bike paths, low traffic and bike lanes in the city. As well as bike stores and repair facilities. Thank you again City of Portland
It’s the entire birthday thing. I’m turning 39 on Monday and it’s making me philosophical. A list has been brewing in my head, of things I wish I had known when I was about to turn 19. ~My thighs were awesome and I didn’t show them enough appreciation. In fact I was much thinner than I ever thought I was ~It’s ok to admit you make mistakes and do a complete 180 degree turn and back the hell up ~Don’t worry about things so much. I can’t remember all that I worried about but I know less than 10% ever happened, and the things that did hurt me came out of nowhere ~Most of the time if people you don’t know well make a cheesey comment like “I got your back”, they are wanting you to relax so they can get the knife in really really deep ~Lift up the other women you meet along the way, our world is very hard on women, we need to love and support one another, even if they do something stupid like wear white stretch pants ~Never buy or wear white stretch pants ~Be careful with pe
fstop 9.0 ISO 200 This is Paislie, Sido's Labbit. I took this in my front yard, while Python and Riddick were working on Sido's car. I didn't edit it at all. Do I have any criticism of people who photoshop their pics...good gravy no, I'm all for it. But I don't own the software and it's way down on the budget list.
I'm nearing my 39th birthday. It's in about a week. May 23. No, for pete's sake I'm no lying about my age, I really am turning 39 for the first and only time. If I was going to lie about my age I would probably tell everybody I was 40 just so they would shut up about it. Getting older doesn't bother me, yet. Check back when I'm turning 60 and I may have a different story. I am still able to do the things that I love. And for reasons I do not know I still get asked for ID when I buy beer....really. My face may look younger than 39 but it sure as hay does not look anywhere near 21. Two years ago when my first marriage came crashing down, two days before my birthday, on May 21, a friend of mine deemed that birthday as my "re-birthday". I like that. It's a beautiful thing to behold. A re-birth. Have you ever had a re-birth?
I jotted some ideas down for Riddick, ideas for birthday gifts for ME! It's a very basic list, here it comes. ~Anti-gravity lawn chair ~Epiphone Limited Edition Hummingbird Artist Acoustic Guitar ~Wrist and knee pads for my rollerblading ~running socks, cushioned toe, not super low profile My explanations: Anti-gravity lawn chair, really do I need to explain this? I want to be comfy in my yard or on a camping trip. Oh my gosh, the guitar is a thing to behold. I love and appreciate my Dad's guitar that I've been strumming on, but I want one of my own, and the slim line neck is wonderful for my short stubby fingers. Wrist and knee pads, trust me they are needed, I am the one who nearly severed a tendon in my leg with an axe when I hit a toilet Socks, my toes hurt sometimes after a run, like they do after a day in scuba flippers. And not super low profile because if my socks start to slip down my heel and want to harm myself and others.
I have been. Whether it be jealousy of why I don't have a perfect body no matter how hard I work, or because Pioneer woman has thousands of daily readers, or because I can't play the guitar the way I want to yet. The green eyed monster of jealousy is vicious. Really, it's up there with gossip and deceit as something that can destroy relationships and your spirit. You ever feel like painful memories and insecurities are just like claws trying to drag you into a pit and keep you there, no matter how hard you try and break their grasp? I do sometimes. I think most women do, if they are honest. A peer in high school said something to me one day that made me cry for days off and on. She said that I could never understand something because I "was perfect". I can even hear her tone of voice in my head right now. It wasn't a compliment; it was a comment to set me apart from everyone else. All that she saw was my coordinated outfits from "The Li
I had never had a pedicure until last year, when Mama took me to get one. No I'm no dirt poor and un-aware that people get pedicures. I had had manicures, but never the feet. I'm not specifically sure why. I've never had a bikini wax either but I'll be sure to let you know if I do. So back to my toes. I have ugly toes. Not hammer toes, not grotesque ballernia toes, sorry to all the swans out there, but really your feet look nasty. You may have tiny little butts and tight thighs but your feet, oh they are nasty. Genetically speaking I am pre-disposed to in-grown toenails. I would get them so often that soaking in Epsom salts became a weekly habit. Once in a while a icky infection would present and I'd have to become best freinds with hydrogen peroxide and triple antibiotic. About 15 years ago I had this lovely procedure done. The official name is lateral matriectomy. It's the surgical removal and deadening of the nail bed. Long story short,
Tomorrow is a day all about Mothers. For me it's a bitter sweet day. Bitter because it's a huge reminder of the two most painful details of my life: that I'm not a mother and that my Mom is gone. It's a sweet day because of all the beautiful women in my life who are Mothers. Some have been like a mother to me, some are my friends that have children of their own, and some like Sido are my family. I will celebrate tomorrow for those of you that are mothers and for the memory of my Mom. I would prefer my life to be different, to have my mom here now. I wasn't ready for her to go and she was not ready to go. Life is short and fleeting and fragile. Love your family. Love them like crazy, love like there isn't a tomorrow, because there isn't a tomorrow for everyone. Today is all we have. Happy Mother's day everyone.
Our laundry room is also the kitchen pantry. Washer and Dryer under a set of cabinets on one side, and the other is my big old pantry. Graybelle calls it "heaven" because it's always full. Yes I am a problem shopper, I am very frugal and careful in my purchases but I still manage to always have a crammed full pantry. I was in the pantry (that's what I call it if it's food involved, if I'm doing laundry I call the same place the laundry room) putting cans of olives and water chestnuts in the nearest empty drawer. But every time I shut one drawer my snap-ware container of Craisins would come crashing down onto my head, by the second time it hit me I yelled, "dammit". No! it did not occur to me to move the freaking container to a different place, I can win over gravity. Duh dunt da da..Riddick comes running to the rescue. He was in the garage working on his batbike when he heard me yell. I should mention that the Laundry room/Pantry is be
It really does. I hate being in debt. I hate that fact that it's left over from my previous marriage, and it feels like the fee I had to pay for getting rid of a rotten cheating whore monger of a husband. What's worse is that so many people really to not comprehend how dangerous debt is and how dedicated I am to never having any of it again. I shop at goodwill, I will drive my car until it's so dead that Riddick can't resurrect it. But I work with people who just buy and buy and buy. It's rough to have that comparison of lifestyles. Hard to look at my own and not feel cheated. But remembering and telling myself that my reward isn't here on earth, it's in heavan. That and the best revenge is to be happy. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it!
I have a bladder the size of a peanut. No kidding My sneezes are loud. So loud that just now, the entire trading floor heard me sneeze and said "bless you" It sucks. I am blessed however that my extra powerful sneezes do not cause my peanut size bladder to leak, now that truly would suck. Ohhh that would be horrible. That's what I'm thankful for right now. That I can sneeze and not pee myself! Amen
Is a bit odd. On all the new's outlets all I read about is the death of Bin Laden. Yes, I'm glad he's dead. Frank but honest. I do wish there was a picture or some visual proof published, if only to shut up those who are voicing doubts. These same lamebrains probably don't believe astronauts ever landed on the moon either. Halfwits! No I don't think he is enjoying 10,000 virgins or whatever it is he believed. I hope he is remembered as a evil person who murdered thousands. Muslims, Christians, Pagans, all alike, with no remorse. I hope he is not remembered as a Muslim, who killed Christians. There's a difference. A big difference.