1.12.10

There will always be chores to do... errands to run, meetings to attend, dinners to cook, laundry to wash, bills to pay, children to bathe, parents to visit, shopping, yard work, punching the clock and so on...if you spend all of your time trying to check off everything on your list, you will miss out on the special moments that make up lasting memories...running for fun, hanging out with friends for no special reason, baking cookies, long soaks in the tub, spontaneous weekends away from home, spending time with your kids doing what they want to do, shopping, reading, napping...ok so not all of those things are full of memory-making possibilities but the point is, when you're old...I mean OLD...and you look back on your life what kind of memories do you want to have? The time you had a food fight with your kids and wrestled with them until it was time to get ready for bed? Or, no memories worth having at all because you spent all of your time trying to get your inbox emptied?

10.15.09

Every time I look in the mirror and see my middle-aged (OMGosh, am I really middle-aged???) face and body staring back at me, I wonder how it all happened so quickly...the grays, the wrinkles, the sags, bulges, lumps, bumps and dimples. I examine every flaw. Take the time to apply balms, lotions, creams, serums and gels not really knowing if they work but hoping they do. I watch TV, run errands, flip through magazines and it seems every where I turn, I see younger, thinner, wrinkle-free, beautiful women. I think to myself...why can't I have her body or her flawless complexion? Why can't I have a full head of hair without any grays? Why can't I be 20 again? And then it hits me like a ton of bricks! No sooner do I finish thinking "T.W.E.N.T.Y" than I realize I have LOST MY MIND! Who wants to be 20??? SCREW THAT! I still look in the mirror and dislike the imperfections I see but, I will gladly take all the symptoms of OLD and keep the wisdom, patience and understanding I have gained than go back to young and GREEN! What's the moral to this story? Beauty fades but intelligence is the stuff that survival is made of.

5.11.09

One of my favorite words, which is actually two words merged into a hybrid, was used on a thank you recently. One of the recipients pointed out that she finally figured out how to say it, though was not clear on which two words were merged. So, for clarification purposes and in an effort to see this word one day grace a Webster's dictionary, here we go:

Gigantamous = Gigantic (really huge) + humongous (extraordinarily large)

I figure by merging two words with similar meanings it intensifies the meaning. So Gigantic is huge and humongous is huge but gigantamous is like either of those words squared! The only way to get bigger than gigantamous is to merge three words that all mean BIG.

Here's another one, probably my most favorite of all:

Superfagalicious = Super (very excellent) + Fag (tired/weary by labor) + Delicious (highly pleasing flavor)

I use this word when I feel two inches tall, perhaps after I just royally shoved my foot in my mouth. The super is my faux pas was that HUGE, that horrible, can I crawl under a rock now? The fag is, I'm exhausted over analyzing and over-analyzing what just happened, thus the labor. The delicious refers to once again, just how AMAZINGLY HUGE and SUPER my faux pas was...if tasting feet or the shoe worn on one was pleasurable like ice cream or pizza, it would be that stinking delicious!

Take it home, try it out, make your own.

2.19.09

New favorite quote:

"A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he's finished." - Zsa Zsa Gabor

Don't look at me...I didn't say it! She did...but I do see the humor and anyone that is married or has been married can too :)

1.27.09

Not an ism of any sort, just a thought to share. We have a new president and it's no secret that I did not vote for him. I was optimistic to the very end that my candidate would win the election. I was unsuprisingly devastated when he did not. I dwelled on what I believed to be the inevitable, that Obama would steer our country into further failure in every possible way. I watched bits and pieces of media coverage of inauguration day. I quietly criticized our new leader under my breath. After my two month long mini-tantrum, I found peace. I realize now that there is hope. I have faith that Obama will triumph or he at least deserves a chance to try. He earned it. My positive attitude has returned and I look forward to the changes ahead. Perhaps they will unify us, restore our economy and strengthen foreign relationships with those that despise us and want to destroy us. Why am I sharing this? Hopefully someone who felt as I did, who continues to harbor five-year old "I didn't get my way" feelings will read this and realize it's time to grow up and move on. Hopefully they will see that our new president is human, not much different than anyone else. He deserves the support of every Amercian whether you voted for him or not. More than that, being positive and optimistic that he can turn it around for all of us gives each of us hope for a brighter future. That's the stuff that pushes you to get out of bed every day, go to work, look for work, pay what bills you can afford, believe you'll be able to pay the rest soon, put a smile on your face, enjoy your family, run a load of wash, shovel the snow, be thankful to be alive, realize your blessings...all of these things rather than give up, stay grumpy and miserable. What has anyone really got to lose by having just a little faith?

1.6.09

Of the many things that I cannot seem to make heads or tails of, and I have yet to scratch the surface in this forum, this one eats away at me the most. Perhaps because I live in what many refer to as a fish bowl...this small town which some days reminds me of my old high school except I don't ever get to graduate from "L Town." Don't get me wrong. I finally feel like this is home and I have some of the greatest friends I have ever had in my life in this tiny town. I'm at a place in my life in which I feel truly blessed and am so very thankful.

So why is it that sooooo many people fail to realize there are two sides to every story? Why is it that whomever gets to tell his or her side first tends to be the one most easy to believe? Some even believe that there are three sides to every story: yours, mine and the truth!

I can recall being taught fallacies of logic in high school. A very basic introduction to critical thinking that I was not able to delve further into until those gen. eds. we're forced to take as college students. I learned the importance and the techniques required in order to think critically. I learned that without critical thinking, we are easy prey for those whose purpose is to manipulate, decieve and take advantage of suckers without this priceless skill. You can have it and still fall prey, as I have also learned...this tends to come from having too open a heart.

If there is one thing I will never understand is how ANYONE can be so gullible, so easily wooly-eyed as to be sold a pack of lies as if it were gospel purely because someone they like says so. Oh, I said so and therefore, it is fact! Yeah right. I have a husband whom I adore. Just because he says something doesn't make it true. I have very good friends and family whom I trust and would go to with my deepest, darkest secrets; I admire them and respect them and just because they say so doesn't make it so.

Not everything I say is so. I am human. I can be mistaken. I can have misunderstood someone or something I read and passed on incorrect information. Some people in this world and even right here in L Town have such massive, ill-perceptions of the most basic events they can twist and turn fact into fiction without realizing their sick little brain has done it OR they do it intentionally because they really are just that evil and thrive on causing others to be as miserable as they are.

Whatever the reason, the cause, the person doing it...for anyone reading this who has ever fallen victim to rumors, gossip or just plain old cruelty of another vicious human being, remember there are two sides and sometimes three. Remember this as well, some people play games and are really good at showing you only the parts of them they want you to see. You can't believe everything you see, Chris Angel has proven that. You can't believe everything you hear, George W. has proven that. You can't believe everything you read, The Enquirer has proven that.

I feel like I just ranted. I hope it made sense. I feel better :)

12.04.08

Booty Pain: When your child is being a royal pain in the rear and when you gently let them know it and they turn it around on you and say "oh no, you are!" "I'm the pain in the butt? Oh no, you the booty pain!"

12.03.08

A long pondered mystery...WHY OH WHY are hot dogs in packages of 10 yet the buns are in packages of 8? I've blogged this on myspace and waxed it over in my sometimes simple mind. JPK says it was genius on the part of the bun manufacturers because consumers are in fact forced into purchasing two packages of buns in order to have enough for one package of hot dogs. However, the true genius comes when you realize you have 6 left over buns, therefore, you must return to the market to buy more hot dogs! This theory made perfect sense and for a moment, I thought mystery solved! Not so fast...hamburger buns are also in packages of 8 and consumers can purchase virtually as little or as much hamburger as they want. So I ask, which came first, the bun or the dog?!?!?!