Thursday, May 26, 2011

Riddick's game of Hot and cold for my birthday~he's my dream come true

And the gift isn't too shabby either

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

A List

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.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Ahhh 39..Embrace it

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.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Thankyou City of Portland

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

Friday, May 20, 2011

Thinkgs I wish I had known 20 years ago.

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 people’s hearts and feelings, disregard anyone who isn’t careful with yours

~Men are not as emotionally strong as they are physically and have some of the same insecurities you do

~If you have naturally wavy hair, don’t get perms!

~If you don’t know what you want, be damm sure you know what you don’t want.

~Life isn’t a race and you will do better if you focus on your own actions instead of those of others

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Not too bad for SOC

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.

sittin in the sun drinking coffe with my girl. Mrs. Maya hates cameras but doesn't dislike my phone..I think it's the no shutter noise.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

On the approach

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?

Monday, May 16, 2011

What my birthday list says about me

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.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Ever been invaded by the green monster?

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 Limited", little white Toyota Celica I drove to and fro, good grades, lots of friends, just my appearance.

I didn't see any of those things. I wasn't the homecoming queen or even a princess. But that's not what she saw.

She also didn't see my Mom at home in the living room, dying in the hospital bed. She didn't see the brother that took his anger out on me and belittled me and cut me down.

So many times and in so many ways we all waste time and energy on feeling jealous or resentful to other people when we can only see what's on the outside, not what's going on inside of all of us.

Just so you know, if you ever see me in public, at the grocery store, or at the gym, or running in the shorts that are comfortable to run in but that I feel self conscious of my thighs in. Remember this...

~the thoughts in my head are pinging back and forth like a tennis ball

~I'm fully convinced Riddick is a liar when he tells me I'm beautiful

~What you see on the outside is so rarely what is real on the inside

Today and everyday I pray that I remember those things about everybody else. As women we should be loving one another, lifting and building eachother up, not tearing anybody elese down.

I say stupid things sometimes, or I write them, I'm a goober and I mess up all the time, but I'll keep trying to be the person I should be.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

A tale of my toes

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, my nails are more narrow than the original nail bed. The toe doesn't re-adjust itself to the size of your nail. The nail bed is there and if your nail is smaller than the bed, there is just some extra space on the side. Sort of like the borders on a picture. Think smaller picture so large borders.

The doctor puts an acidic solution, usually Phenol, on the offending nail area, and wa~lah...no more in-grown toes.

But now my nails trap dirt on the sides. It's not so nice looking. I can scrape it out but than the skin gets dry. Instead I choose to go and pay someone to soak and clean my nasty little toes.

This tale doesn't have a sad ending, nor a happy one, it just ends. Ends with the knowledge that tomorrow I shall go and have my pedicure and all will be right with the world for the next 10 days, toe speaking.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Mother's day 2011

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.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Laundry room, pantry, door in the ass

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 between the kitchen and the garage. Visualize walking to the end of my kitchen, opening the door, walking into the little room, on your right is the food, on your left is the laundry, in front of you is the door to the garage.

So as I'm bent over putting cans of olives away and exclaiming "dammit" Riddick comes barreling in from the garage, opens the door, slams it into my ass and sends me head long into the washer.

Suddenly the snap-ware of Craisins to the cranium didn't feel so bad.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Debt stinks

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!

Peanut, sneeze

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

Monday, May 2, 2011

Today

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.