Spiders & Scotland

Before I get into spiders...  two things.

This isn't really blog-worthy, but it was a thought on my way to work.  I drive by a pizza shop every morning.. and the "bread man" drops off a bag of hoagie rolls at the pizza shop's door.  At prolly like 7 or 8 am.  So, it's just sitting there for a couple hours.  One, I wonder if anyone has seen this bag and taken it.. and made a buttload of hoagies of their own with free bread and Two, don't animals get in it?  Perhaps they are scared off by the traffic by that hour.. and it's light by then.  Wonder why they can't deliver it when they open.

Scotland.  The one thing I've wanted to do before I die.  There are more things I'd like to do, but this tops the list.  And of course this includes Ireland as well.  I can't tell you how Complete I would feel if I ever did make this trip..  Why haven't I gone?  There are a few reasons.. which I don't choose to go into.  But.. I'm setting my goal now.  I WILL go.  I know how incredibly awesome and cool it would be.  I would be non-stop grinning ear to ear if I was there.  I am part Scottish, and part Irish.  As well as a few other things.  I feel most connected to Scotland tho.   I just love everything about.  I think green...castles... beer...   that Badass accent..  Just seems like it would be an all around good time.  I think peeps would be friendlier over there.  I could run into someone with my last name too.. since it was once a Clan.  Neato.  I can only imagine what went down in those clans..

So.. spiders.  Don't really want to go on and on about spiders.  Just wanna say how interesting I find it that such a small creature can stir up So Much Fear in a human.  They're awesome beings.. I don't want to kill or hurt them.. I just don't want them On me.  Or in my house.  I can look at a spider up close.. until they MOVE.  Haha... yep.  Then it's all over.  It's those LEGS man.  That's why I like the jumping spider (pic down below).  They're cute (not close up!).  And they don't have those creepy long legs!  Now.. what's Really weird is.. Daddy Long Legs have Really long legs.. but don't creep me out like other long-legged spiders.  Hmmm..  what's up with That?  A lot of things Totally Amaze me.  One of them is spider webs.  WOW.  Ever think about how they Start those things??  I know.. the wind.  But still.. A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.

spiders (to be continued)

So this guy in my office today was like "It's Christmas, right?"  I'm like "Yeah...".  He's like "So why do you have Halloween socks on?"  Haha.. it was quite funny.    I don't actually have Christmas socks.. and I just threw these ones one.  They are actually Red.. so they're more Christmasy than Halloween-ish.  But there IS a pumpkin head on them.  He was like..  "I was thinkin 'what kind of Santa is That??'"  haha..   Orange Pumpkin Head Santa.

Then this morning I was convinced a spider got a hold of my leg, right below the knee. All of a sudden it started BURNING.  It was red.. and I thought I saw a tiny red mark right in the center.  Turns out.. I think I just scratched it so much the night before, it broke some skin.  [just like Cobain..  "I got so high, I scratched till I bled."  See, but I wasn't even high]  I know, that's nasty.  I am not anywhere near disciplined enough to apply daily lotion rubdowns to my wintery white legs.  I need to tho.  I have so much lotion.. all I need is some discipline.  That works well with cheeseburgers and ice cream doesn't it??   [eyeroll]

.........even tho it seems someone is happy on the outside.. that doesn't mean they're happy on the inside......

Physical therapy for my bunked up knee tonight.  ...uh-oh...  the meeting has adjourned.  I'll have to finish later....

Good night, ya'll.  Have a pleasant Thursday evening.

Brain Damage

Why can't they come up with a better scent for Static Guard?  I would like to remove the "static" from my office, but if I do, I will be forced to inhale that God awful smell.  Not sure how that one gets passed the lab sniffers.

I should have never gone on this medicine.  I was warned.  It will change your brain.  It certainly has.  That's the thing about medication.  It helps one thing, but effs up another.  *sigh*   But life is just one big learning lesson, right?  I believe it to be.  The question is...  after we learn all this STUFF....  what's Next??

I know that you are only supposed to live in the Present.  But.. I cannot Help but think of the Future!  What will I be doing.. where will I be in.. 27 years??  Is there REALLY a specific designated path you should take??  Is it in fact already mapped out for you?  Nah.  I don't think so.  We have that gift of Choice.  We can Choose wherever we want to go.  But..  is that choice already pre-destined?  Haha... 

I've been having funky dreams lately.  It's been quite some time.  For the past year (at least) I haven't even been able to remember my dreams.. at all.  So, I don't know if I'm having interesting ones and just not remembering.. or having boring-ass dreams that aren't worth remembering.  What do I classify as an "interesting" dream?  Something that cannot happen in "real life".  Or.. not likely to happen in real life.  Such as.. HEARING wounds on someone's chest seeping and bubbling.  (had that a couple days ago)  I once had a dream about an auto accident (why did I just write 'auto accident' when I say 'car accident'?)  At the scene of the accident I found styrofoam containers full of... body parts.. mixed with linguini.  Yeah.. that's some messed up shit.  I've definitely had the dreams of a druggy.  I wish I could remember them all.  I really could write a best-selling book.  I know someone who has better dreams tho.  You know who you are.  So good in fact, at one point I swore she made them up.  Man I'm jealous of her dreams...  wish I could fly around in there sometime... 

I often feel that there are two sides to me.  Two Totally different sides to this one being.  I believed it could possibly be a split-personality.  It could also be that one side is in tune with the Soul (which I 100% believe exists) and the other side is completely disconnected from the soul.  That's really what I think it is, because if I had a split personality, I think some real crazy shit would have went down by now.  Plus, I can FEEL it when I'm connected.   Separating ourselves from the physical.... and only embracing the spirit.  THAT is what I define as "success".  That is when you do what you are meant to.. and all of your decisions in life are easy ones.. because you are embracing the Real You. 

Man, I haven't worn make-up or jewelry for like 2 weeks.  I feel like a bum.  I gotta get my shit together.  It's been a twisted 2011.  Wonder what the new year will bring . . . .

 

It's December, ya'll.

Marco Island, FL

Okay, so it's only been four months.  A lot has happened in the last four months.  None of which is interesting enough to share with you all, even tho you know what has been happening...   

It is no surprise, and no secret that I am taking an anti-depressant/anti-anxiety medication.  Well, perhaps it Is a surprise to some of you.  You all see me as this happy-go-lucky, fun girl.  That, I am.  But we all struggle with things inside of our soul.  Brain.  Head.  Heart.  Whatever you want to call it.  I do know that you are all aware of how hyper and anxious and antsy and fearful I tend to be tho. This pill has helped greatly.  I feel as tho I am going thru a transitional period in my late (Jesus) Thirties.  Lots and LOTS of things swirling around in this foggy noggin.  But.. like I said.. none of that is of any interest to the average blog-reader. 

So..............

I was in Florida a couple months back.  I found myself in a very beautiful section of our vast country.  I was hoping for blue water, as the web had promised me, but I should have known better.  Regardless, it was Very clean and Very beautiful.  The best part about being on the beach was being there around 7am.  When the sky was at its most amazing point.. and there were only a handful of people there.  And there's just something about that time.. standing there.. looking at the ocean and the sky.. and watching the birds.. that is very calming.  Gives you a feeling of inner peace.  Aren't we All after inner peace?  I met a couple chics down there whom I called my "stranger friends".  Cause they were after all.. total strangers.  But they were my friends that week.  Very interesting and fun people.  An episode happened while having lunch with them one day.  It wasn't funny at the time (to me), but it certainly was after the fact.  However, it was definitely one of those "had to be there" moments.  I'll just give you the bottom line. 

My version of "The Bottom Line":
My phone got a little wet.  It stopped working, then started acting insane.  So I had it outside, in some mulch, drying in the sun.  I go check on it and it's GONE.  Keep in mind, this is Before I started taking my meds.  I freaked the Eff OUT.  It was as if someone stole my newborn baby.  I frantically ran out the door.. looking left.. looking right.. hands up in the air.. pure panic.  I ran down to the sand where I saw a man with some sort of device attached to his back.  I asked him if he saw a phone.  He said "A phone?  No.  Oh wait..  mine's gone too!"  I took another route.. and.. my "stranger friends" were laughing, hanging out the restaurant door saying "We have your phone".  I was like "YOU HAVE MY PHONE!??"  haha...  I thought they had Punk'd me.. but a staffer had picked it up.. thought someone dropped it.  So, I had my phone back.  But then we all had a good, hearty (hardy?) laugh at my ridiculous actions.  Why was I in so much of a panic?  I don't know.. that's who I am I guess.  It's in my blood to panic.  It just sucked that all my contact info was in there.. and would be lost forever.. not to mention that some Real Stranger was gonna have access to all of YOUR information. 

Like how long my "bottom lines" are? 

Nothing else all that interesting happened down there besides a conversation I overheard at this Italian restaurant on my 36th birthday.  It was a large table of old men.  In my experience these type of humans do not usually talk about things like this, so it piqued my interest.  They were discussing reincarnation.  This just goes to show that I need to leave my small, narrow-minded town a little more often.  Sometimes I feel like I am a prisoner of this place.  And it's sucking me into it's narrow-minded world. 

When I came back from vacation, I went out with one of my best friends.. to celebrate the 36 extraordinary years I have spent on this globe.  And how does any 36 year old celebrate their life?  By getting trashed of course.  (shaking head)  Somewhere along the way I have picked up the bad habit.....  any type of celebration equals numbing one's mind.  I feel (felt) it's my right to get hammered on my Birthday.  That doesn't even make any sense.  It's fucking stupid.  And I'm learning, okay.  The last time I drank, even a drop, was 42 days ago.  To me, that's very impressive.  I can't take full credit tho.  It's the medication that calms me enough to not want to throw back several beers in a matter of minutes. 

I would like to give MAD PROPS (what's a prop, anyway?) to my BMF.  You know who you are.  He is what inspired me to come out of my shell and get my shit together in the blogosphere.  Thank you.  I know your life is So boring.. you just can't WAIT to read about mine.  See, that's how we do..  we rip on each other.  That's how we show love.  Twisted?  Perhaps.  Fun?  Mos Def.  In fact, we all know it's quite the opposite.  My life is indeed much less colorful than his.  He truly does LIVE.  In every aspect of the word.  Experiences life.  That's what it's all about.  Really Experiencing life.. in every aspect.  Good, bad, salty, sweet.  Learning, giving, having stories to tell.  Oh, you better believe he's the master story-teller.  I miss those stories.  Why don't you go do something crazy so I can get an earful.  haha.   Either way, thanks once again for breathing new life into this chaotic, confused creature.   You are greatly appreciated.

I guess I do believe that some people's wires are just effed up.  Some people are wired nice and straight.  No tangles or bends.  No frays or damage.  Others..  it's a jungle in there.  That's how I feel about My wires.  Are we Born with a perfect wiring system... and over time and the experience of abuse.. do they then get tangled and torn?  Or are we effed from the get-go?  I don't think I'll ever find the answer to That one.

This is old news by now, but I felt my very first earthquake, which I found extremely exciting.  It was only a small tremor.. but I felt it.  NEATO. 

My grandmother turned 80.  I can't imagine how she must feel.  I'm over here feeling old(ish) being almost 40.  Another 40+ years.  How will I spend my next 40+ years.  Hmmm.....    Life.. and thinking about the future is very, very strange.  Death, of course, is even stranger.  My mother hugged me yesterday.. and then said "you used to be my Baby!".. then started to cry.  It was Very sad.  She remembers me as an infant.. a toddler.. a little girl.  And here I am.. almost fuckin' 40.  What the H is that??  It's weird.  She said "life is fuckin' WEIRD."  haha..  no doubt, JT.  No Doubt.  Death..  my gram will be ...  Gone.. one day.  As we all will.  But we think about her first cause she's closer to that number.  You start thinking about death around 80.  I would think so, anyway.  I'm already thinking about it.  I can't imagine how She feels.  At 80... 90.. whatever... will I feel that I have lived my life to the fullest?  Will I have any regrets?  I certainly do not want any regrets at 80 or 90.  Do YOU??  ...that leads me to the question.. how DO we know what our Intended Destiny is?   How do we know which path is our Absolute Right path to take??  Is it all really up to our Gut?  Mr. Gut..  that strange invisible being that lives in our ...bellies?..... that we're just supposed to Trust.. even tho we haven't even had a beer with the guy.  I think we need to give Mr. Gut a first name.  What do ya think?  Gus.  I like the name Gus.  Gus Gut.  Sounds about right.  Gustavo Gut...  Junior.  Ha!  Nah..  he's the one and only.  He is not a son of Gus Gut, Sr.  That wouldn't make any Sense.. as if THIS nonsense Does!  So yeah..  I think we All go thru confusing spots in our life...  I just want to find that magical place where I have NO DOUBTS.  That, now that I think of it, is the greatest band name.  To have No Doubt.. about Anything..  would be fantastically spectacular.  That is all I want. 

I was told that I have "Bilateral Patellofemoral Pain Syndrome".  Is that right?  Why am I such a skeptic?  I think these people just make things up, to sound important.  I say it's called "Too much weight on the goddamn knees Syndrome".  It's very simple.  I need to take off at Least 20 pounds.. I guarantee you my knee would instantly feel better.  And... I don't even have to attend evil medical school to know that.

What ARE the chills???

MAN I love the chills I get from listening (REALLY listening) to certain songs.  This morning I had chills the Whole.Entire.Song.  What song?   Nutshell by Alice In Chains.  I may have mentioned this song a time or two...  it's one of my favorites.  But.. for whatever reason, it Really does something to me.  To my.. folicles...   What ARE the chills???  What is actually happening?  Like.. for real for real?  Can anyone explain the chills to me when you're listening to a song you're REALLY digging??  ......very interesting stuff.

Also listened to Babe I'm Gonna Leave you [by Zep] and.. I had ear buds in and... I heard an amazing thing.. something Eye find amazing... You can actually hear Plant's lips open.. then hear him take a breath... before delivering the line.  That's f*cking AWESOME!!  =))  haha..  that kinda stuff really excites me.  Just like how you can hear Bonzo's bass pedal squeek in Since I've Been Loving You.   You know, I know that Zeppelin ripped off a LOT of old blues songs.  A LOT.  But you know what, I don't really give a shit.  Everyone knows it.. They know it..  and they still did a Fabulous job making it their own. Who can disagree with me??  Hm??  No one.  That's what I thought.  HAHA.

Saw an accident on my way in this morning.  Someone in an SUV (it's always an SUV isn't it?) managed to SLAM into a telephone poll, coming from a very small parking lot.. Not the road.  ???  It had JUST happened and the pole was very much tilted...  could have fallen onto the road at any moment.. and I drove Under it!  Made for an exciting trek in.. 

Big Ben, Lavender Bellies and the Pink Commode.

I reeeeeaallly do not understand jogging outside in 90 degrees w/ high humidity.  I mean, yeah, I totally get wanting/needing to exercise and staying on the right track w/out slipping, regardless of the harsh weather The Mother throws at us but. um...  If you're that dedicated as a runner.. I would think you would own a treadmill.  Or a gym membership.  Please, stay indoors.  I hear heat stroke is NOT FUN. 

Frank Zappa.  Haha..   Wow.  "Moving to Montana soon.  Gonna be a dental floss tycoon."  Yeah, I know drugs are bad but, they sure make for some splendidly delightful lyrics.

My super crazy dreams are coming back..  and I'm pretty excited about that.  I'm not sure, but I would think most people would prefer what I refer to as "normal" dreams.  A normal dream would be:  You in a classroom, looking for your history assignment and that guy Kenny you always thought was ugly was standing behind you with your assignment and you suddenly fall in love and get married on a horse ranch in Minnesota.  (are there horse ranches in Minnesota??)   THAT is a normal dream.  What's an Abnormal dream?  Haha...  are you sure you want to hear this? Cause...  I don't think you do.   I asked for it..  for my crazy dreams to come back... I was getting bored..  but this is even making ME quiver.

First, the not so crazy part.  Was in a house, in a bathroom with 6 toilets.  They were pink, and they were not lined up in a row (of course they weren't).  There was one in this corner, two in that corner, two smack dab next to each other in the middle of the room - conjoined twin toilets - and one more in another random spot.  This is gross, but I usually dream of dirty toilets.  But this time.. they were All Clean!  This makes me happy, because I believe it to be a sign of some soul cleansing.  And.. there's NOTHING better than some soul cleansing.

Next, we have me, 4 girlfriends of mine and... Ben Roethlisberger sitting at the bar in someone's house.  Same house as the 6 pink toilets???   Hmm.. perhaps.  (to match the 6 superbowl wins?  Haha.. perhaps)  So we were all just sitting there BS'ing and his new wife Ashley called.  He acted as if he was Not in fact hanging out with 5 other lovely ladies.  I heard her voice on the other end and.. she acted differently than I thought she would.  She was just checking in and then was like Allright Later!  haha..  Now, he and I were .. digging each other.  This is strange because I am in no way attracted to Mr. Roethlisberger.  But..  in dreamland.. apparently I am. 

So, now we get to the goods.  I go outside.  I look up.  [Please note that I have had Many dreams about very strange shit in the sky.  Things that you would never ever see in 'reality'.]  I see this group of things flying in a V formation.. very similar to geese.  But this was a solid triangle vs. a hollow V.  3 different things made up the Triangle.  Two of them I remember, the third never made it to my memory banks.  First were these huge feathers.  The second thing was several fat ladies, naked.  The ladies were lavender.  The feathers were a Rust color..  and there was a third color that went along with the third "item" that I don't remember.  So...  YEAH.  Haha.  Weird ass lavender and rust colored formation... flying by.  I go back in.. I come out again and they are landing.  And .. they SEE ME!!  And... they are coming towards me and... it's NOT good ladies and gentlemen.  I am very afraid.  So I go back in.  

The end.

If you think there is something wrong with me, I wouldn't disagree with you.  All I know is.. I'm glad they're back, even tho they freak me the Eff out.  Last night's dreams were very bad ones.  Very ugly, very negative and very twisted - not in a good way.  I'm glad I only remember hazy tidbits of them.  It's odd cause, last night I had a blast.  And it was an evening filled with positive energy, love and Zero drama.  ...  makes you wonder.    

Whoa.

So this morning, this blonde chic (blonde has Absolutely nothing to do with it) was behind me during my morning commute.  She was obviously running late because she was applying her eye make-up.  And I'm talkin' Liquid Liner.  While Driving.  Wow.  Now that's some talent.  A really f*cking Stupid idea as well.  Now, before you go honking your horn on this hypocrite (ME) yes, I am very much guilty of texting-while-driving (TWD), changing CDs and maybe a couple other things.  BUT..  Applying liquid liner in my little mirror - during Morning Traffic - In Cranberry??  No.  It's not a bad idea, it's a HORRIBLE idea.  She was driving a shiny, black Audi.  I was envisioning it in the back of my not-so-shiny Mazda 6.  And, she wasn't leaving a nice safety buffer either.  She was pretty much up on my shit, the whole time.  When I do dumb things like TWD, I seriously do it in the most intelligent of ways.  I have my eyes off the road for No Longer Than 2 seconds at a time.  Like, for real.  I bet I'm the safest TWD'er out there.  I don't do it A LOT, but when I do, I am Very careful.  There's no way you can Carefully apply liquid liner to your lids while behind the wheel.

THEN.. on my lunch break.. I'm at a redlight.. I finally get a green arrow.. I start to go and there's this dude on a bike to my left (the 'cycle' variety.. and it wasn't a pro.. he was just some teen on a bike, cruisin' for a bruisin') just BARRELLING through the intersection.  He has a red light.  Here he comes.. flying Straight For the left side of my car.  Oh Man.. I totally saw it happening.  He somehow managed to brake enough to slow down, simultaneously realizing he couldn't go forward, so he cuts his wheel.. and JUST makes it past my ride.   *sigh*  Friggin' A-hole.  That's fine if you want to ride your bicycle on ROUTE 19 in CRANBERRY at LUNCH TIME... but.. at least don't go blasting thru redlights and expecting greatness.  SHEESH. 

You know how bad it would suck if a bicyclist effed up your car?  They don't have Insurance!  Your insurance would have to pay for it... and possibly go up!  Wow.  I just thought of something.  The peeps that bike to work/wherever .. they don't have to have insurance.. yet they're sharing the road with us.  They could have an accident just like we do..  Shouldn't they have to insure their "vehicle" too??

Man do I have a bad case of road rage.  That's another thing I plan to fix while going to therapy.  Therapize my ass..  I sure need it.   In several areas.  #1 I need to CALM DOWN.  I hate how how-strung I am.  I want to be one of those people who look like they're on a morphine drip, but they're totally drug-free.  Filled with peace... not a Care in the World.  Awesome to be around.. brings peace to others.. just by being in the same room.  But.. I have inherited the anxiety/restlessness from my mother.. and the crazies from my dad.  He was really WILD.  And, I really did inherit his Wild Gene.  I FEEL it.  I fight it.  I Crave it.  I don't want to hurt anyone.. I just feel like an animal at times.  The patience is missing.  That's the biggest problem.  I'm not calm enough to have any patience.  Even if I have NOWHERE to be, I'm like "COME ON MOTHER TRUCKER!!" to the chic in front of me doing The Speed Limit.  I hate that they call it that...  it should be called "Go a little over this speed".  Driving 35 in a 35  is sheer torture to me.  HAHA.  I bet you think I've had many speeding tickets.  Nope.  Just one.  In my almost 18 years of driving..  One speeding ticket.  AND... you know that means that I'll be getting another one in the next week or so since I'm braggin' about it.  I could be a Lot worse.  I go around 5 or 10 over most of the time.  But never the Actual Speed Limit.  Ugh.  Actually.. there is this One area where I actually do 25 in a 25..  that's because Every Single Day (literally) there are cops sitting there.. ready to collect dough for their tiny tiny town.  So, yeah, for about a whole three quarters of a mile, I'm a law-abiding citizen.

Speaking of Law Abidizng Citizen, that reminds me of movies.  I saw "Horrible Bosses" the other day.  VERY FUNNY movie.  I definitely recommend it.  It's not at all kid-friendly, so wait for them to hit the hay.  A guy I never heard of before this movie stole the show.  Charlie Day.  He was Incredible!  I was up late watching a movie on some free movie channels I have for a year.. and I wake up at 6:15 AM now...  it's almost impossible for me to hit the hay at 10PM..  I'll tell you what.. 8 hours sure would be Nice tho.  I end up getting around 6 or less.  Not nearly enough, I know.  I just feel more like ME when it's late.  I had So Much energy last night at 1 am.. it was crazy.  I was so Not Tired.  I've been working a morning job for 13 years now.  I think it's safe to say I'll NEVER be a morning person.  My crankiness in the AM is getting worse with age.  I never needed coffee to "wake up", but I think I might start  brewing myself some.  haha.

I'm wondering if a V8 would give me an energy boost in the afternoons at the office.  I need to kick this redbull habit.

Sun-Day

So I think it's pretty stinking important to remain humble in life.  I was sitting on my couch last night realizing how incredibly fortunate I am to have whole-house air.  Anyone who reads this is aware of how insanely hot and humid it's been out there.  Wow.  I am also fortunate to work in air-conditioning.. AND have air-conditioning in my Car on the way from the cool office to the cool house!  MAN am I lucky!

I feel for the dudes and gals that have chosen their occupation outdoors.  Roofers?  REALLY?  I think they should just call off when it's This hot.  I mean.. most people I know are not going to take all the proper precautions..  Drink plenty of water.. Take lots of breaks in the shade.. Don't over exert yourself..  Wear sunscreen.. light-colored clothing, etc.  Let's face it, most roofers you see are men.  And men seem to be very reluctant to wear sunscreen, drink spring water and eat plenty of fruits and vegetables for that matter.   They are MEN and men have a reputation - going WAY back - of being Tough.  "manly".  Hence them being "men".  I hate the macho-man syndrome tho that a Lot of guys seem to have.  You should be able to eat, drink and wear whatever the hell you want and still be rough, tough and manly.  Okay, so a guy wearing a light pink tank top with a flamingo on it, while he sips his mango spritzer through a straw sounds a little effeminate.  I guess there are lines.  Just like you're unlikely to see a chic wear a tuxedo jacket while slinging back a shot o' Jack.  But.. it's been done.

There is a guy I know who is physically disabled.  Very physically disabled.  And he refuses to accept disability benefits from the government.  I also know some people who don't really have a disability..  yet they gladly accept  these handouts from the gov't.  One can also obtain a handicapped placard for their vehicle, very easily.  Leave the handicapped spots for the people who REALLY NEED THEM.  

So I'm going to therapy and it feels REALLY good.  I think a lot of people would benefit from therapy.  Unless you've had One Perfect Childhood.  I definitely don't know anyone who has.  Has anyone??  It's really quite amazing just how much of an impact our childhood has on us as adults.  I mean.. childhood issues and experiences will stay with us until we're dead.  We hold a Lot inside.  A lot more than we even realize.  It's Very important to get it out.. and professionals have the magic touch, to get it out in the manner in wich it needs to come out.  I felt better after just One session.  Cool. 

I would like to give a shout out to Jim Krenn.  Comedian and radio show host of DVE.  He is a very funny man, with a Huge heart, who has done a SHITLOAD to help animals and shelters for years.  Saw his stand-up act finally.  It was terrific.  I've been listening to him for years, but I've never seen  him in the flesh.  And to my surprise..  he was a little hottie.  Haha..  Bonus. 

Have a great (muggy) weekend ya'll!  

June.

Dang.  3 months?  What the hell?  I know I have a lot more to say than that.  Had a dream last night that David Letterman died.  That was kinda weird.  Also have no clue where that came from.  I wasn't thinking about Dave, nor was I watching him. 

Haha..  last night.. I was walking back to Rob's car (he was waiting in the car in a parking lot) and I walked over to the car next to him (which obviously looked Very similar to his) and I opened the door and was Just about to get in and.. I spotted a black woman.. at the same time she spotted a white ass leg and she let out a slight Scream.. HAHA.  I was like I am So Sorry.  That was pretty funny. 

Went to my friend's place 2 days ago.  A bonfire in the true depths of Ohio.  She showed me her goat.  That's right I said Goat.  His name is Shorty.  At around oh..  2am..  my other friend was like..  "Wanna go pet the goat?"   It was funny.

Never pet a goat before.  Never had an interest.  They definitely creep me out.  Its something in their eyes.  Horses and cows have it too.  Def different than what cats and dogs have.  Shorty also had some Very Sharp-looking horns.

Horns?   That doesn't seem right.  The correct word comletey escapes me.

I heard a little girl (around 4 yrs old) tell a joke today:  "Is your refrigerator running?  Well, you better go catch it".  It was SO funny to her.  Then she told the same joke again, but this time the dude was like "nope" when she asked if it was running.  Haha.  She was a little baffled.

Saw Super 8.  It was Awesome.  Def recommend it.  I miss the 70s.

My other friend said the other day that he wants to either get a BMW.. .or a hurse.  But.. he called it a "hurst".  I love him.

Lost 10 pounds.  Feels FANTASTIC even tho I've got 20 more to go to reach my goal.  It sucks that your weaknesses have to be hiding around every corner of your life...  its not like you're addicted to say.. Heroin... where you can just Choose to avoid your heroin-infested friends and places.  It's food my friends.  And it's here to stay.  Observing my pants falling off my body when they were once tight is a Freakin Fantastic feeling tho.  I hope I can keep the willpower going.

Welp, that is all for now.  Hopefully I'll write more often.

March Mind Bits

So I've heard that Dunkin Donuts coffee is really good, on several ocassions.  I'm never sure whether "occasion" has one C and two S's or two C's and one S.  *sigh*  Gotta go look it up for the umpteenth time.  Occasion.  One S.   ......Totally doesn't look right....    Anyhoo... So I finally got around to trying DD coffee this morning.  You know that saying "Don't believe the hype"?  Well... yeah.  Don't believe the hype.  It's just Oh-Kay.  Prob won't go back there again.  I actually think Burger King has much better coffee, however, lately, it's been as black as a grand piano and as strong as uh...  Joey Chestnut's stomach??  If you don't know who Joey Chestnut is, consider yourself lucky.  The coffee has a great flavor, but man, calm down over there with the condensed bean button, will ya?  I haven't had Starbucks in probably 10 years.  It's another one of those hype things.  I'm sure it's tasty, but in some regards I'm very cheap, and I don't feel Any Part of right paying like 4 bucks for a cup of coffee.  Even IF it is 30% tastier than your average cup of good coffee.  The best I've ever had is probably 8 o'clock.  And if you're a coffee-drinker, you're well aware of eight o'clock.  [I love typing "o'clock" by the way.  It's like "supper".  It's old school and I Totally dig it.  We need to bring it back.  And those who don't know, it means "of the clock".]  I do not actually consider myself a "coffee drinker".  I do like the taste of it, but I have 1, maybe 2 cups a WEEK.  I would rather have a hot tea with honey.  Mmm.. honey.  But I absolutely appreciate the coffee.  I'd like to watch a documentary on how they get it from the plant to my cup.  I'm sure that'll be on the History or Discovery channel soon.  Juan Valdez.  I think of Juan Valdez.  He's like the coffee bean, donkey-riding spokesperson.  

So I had this weird dream last night.  A friend of mine got a humongous tattoo on her chest.. like.. full blown chest.. but it was a man's chest.. no hair..and.. somehow as she was getting the actual tattoo.. part of my hair was turning bleach blonde.  Yeah...  I was at my grandmother's house.. and the family was there.. the family that doesn't get along nowadays... and I had my hair up in all these odd mini-pony tails.. and I looked in the mirror and part of my hair was dark brown.. part was brown.. and part was BLEACH BLEACH blonde.  I remember feeling it.. and it felt rough.. like it was all damaged.  I was mad cause I had no control over this happening.  Strange, eh?

35 is strange.  It was St. Patrick's Day and... since I have some Irish in me... I feel compelled to drink beer on that particular day.  I stayed in, but I had a few beers, along with a tasty meal, and was out like a light by 11:30.  Haha..  man things have changed.  I was JUST thinking about one morning at my boy's house (you know who you are).. we were up All night and around 5 am we decided to go "sled riding" but.. we didn't have any sleds so.. we used garbage bags.  Ha!  It was sooo fun.. but.. my license was in my back pocket and it got all cracked up n@ and I went to get a new one and I remember the guy giving me a lecture.  Haha.  I miss the old days.     

....dude....  umpteenth is Actually a word.  wow.

Saw a red-tailed hawk in the yard the other day (Lex.. not mine) and as I rolled up to it I thought for sure it was going to fly away.  Nope.  It stayed...  and stayed... and stayed.  I rolled up Right next to it.. like 7 feet away.  It could care LESS about me.. or my car...  it was eating something dead.. and it was going to TOWN.  I will most likely never again see such a bird That close.  It was awesome.  

Yeah..  I was gonna post a pic of Dunkin Donuts coffee.. but.. yeahhhh...  I'm gonna go with the red-tailed hawk instead.  ;)  Have a great weekend ya'll.

Zip Zang Zing

Asparagus is one of those foods that LOOKS really good, but doesn't evoke any excitement whatsover in the mouth.  That's My opinion anyway.  I figured it was because I never had it properly prepared.  But I tried it in a pretty expensive restaurant recently and... it was still... Just Asparagus.  Well, at least I can appreciate it for it's amazing shade of green. 

I'm not sure what field you have to be in to know this, but I was very surprised this morning when I was shocked by a BAGEL.  I was toasting that sucker up in the toaster oven at work and I go over to flip it [because the oven decided to stop working on the top because everything they make these days is total crap, but that's for another day] and *ZAP!!*  Whaaaaaat the????   I was like "Who gets shocked on a BAGEL?"  I'm obviously under-educated here.  See, undereducated isn't even a word, but I'm a firm believer in... as long as you get my point... all is well in the world.  SO....  yeah, there's obviously something happening here... Is it chemistry?  It's gotta be.  I know there is a lot of static electricity in this office.  I also know that when I touch things that are Metal, I receive a very "pleasant" shock.  But..   bananas?  Bagels?  Hm.  I really would like this one explained to me.  Not sure you know this but, if you do work in an office and you have to deal with touching doorknobs constantly, use a key to touch the knob first, and the key will take the pain for ya.  It's a tasty little bit I learned.  One I cherish.  Haha. 

Drum class was Awesome last night.  I wish more people would join.  I wish we could have a circle of around 50.  The energy that comes out of even 15 people jamming at the same time is.. Incredible.  I get so red.. and hot... and... just feel so incredibly energized.  And you're Really not even moving all that much.  Just your arms.  But..  the energry is... Wow.  I feel like all my molecules are having one Hell of a party in there.  I'm very disappointed that I haven't played my drum as often as I should.  I need to truly buckle down and.. .Stick To It.  Cause.... It's Awesome.  But I'd REALLY love a Bougarabou.  Everyone should own one.  Haha.  Oh!  I know what I want to get... a Snake Charmer.  John McCrea of Cake LOVES that thing... he uses it in practically every song.  When we have our kindergarten percussion circles... I'm gonna introduce my snake charmer.  Should add a nice amount of zip, zang and tang.  ;)

I wonder if people have named their kid initials.  Such as "D.A. Smith"  I'm sure it's legal.  I know naming your kid a number isn't legal.  Well, "77" wouldn't be, but "Seventy Seven" would be.  Haha.  So many people don't like their name and they end up shortening it most of the time.  I don't like real long names.  Do you know an "Alexandria" that actually goes by Alexandria?  No.  I say skip to the nickname.  I like Jules for a girl.  I think it's adorable.  "Aw.  Is that short for Julianna?"    "Um...  No." 

Thank you, Zach de la Rocha.

It was 60 degrees in my office when I came in this morning. Dang. How’s a girl supposed to sit at her desk with freezing hands, and perform her normal, everyday duties? I considered grabbing my gloves from the car. But, that’s just silly. For some reason, when I come back in the office after lunch, it’s always warmer in here. Hmm. But, it’s funny that 60 degrees can feel like summer after you’re used to 20 degree days. That’s when “they” would say, “It’s all relative”.


So, it’s been a while, once again. I feel its not-at-all-cool to just write something on here, just to write something cause it’s been a while. I’m guessing Maybe 3 people read this thing, so I’m sure it’s not a big deal if I don’t have mega-interesting things to say every time. However, that’s the reason you come here in the first place. For… something interesting to read. Right? So I guess that would mean that I don’t have many interesting things happening in my life at the moment to tell ya’ll about. There are a few things I can pull outta my ass tho.

*sneeze* (with a mouthful of food) Don’t you LOVE that??

Something that made me laugh a couple weeks ago was a friend of mine sent me a text saying “When did you send out your Christmas cards?” This is like.. February 6th-ish. I’m like.. “Um.. around the first week or two of December”. Welp, she JUST got hers that day. That struck me as Very Funny at the moment. I was like. “Wow! Well… Merry Christmas!” Haha. Funny how these things work out sometimes. Things obviously (and understandably) get lost in the post office. It’s a very hectic place I’m sure. But… I was thinking after finding the thing 2 months after fact, they’d be better off pitching it. But, how would they know it was an Xmas card? So, yeah, funny stuff. The USPS hasn’t seemed to be a very reliable way of shipping important items. I’d recommend UPS for anything you Really care about reaching it’s destination.

I was listening to Rage Against the Machine’s 1st album the other day, entitled “Rage Against the Machine”. I hate when they do that. Give your album a name, would ya? Regardless, it’s kickass. If you are familiar with it, you are well aware of this. Is it angry? Yes. Is it full of testosterone and out-of-control energy? Yes. This is why it’s fantastic. So passionate. They actually had something to say. Regardless of what you have to say, if you are passionate about it, I’d like to hear about it. Of course there are exceptions to this. [[do I really need to list examples?]] The whole point is… I’ve listened to that disc Many times.. but just a couple days ago I realized a few choice words that Zach whispers in the song Freedom. “Anger is a Gift”. Haha. I found that both very funny and very interesting. Yes.. I suppose it is at times.

I promise my next post will be more entertaining. Happy 2/22.

Hi! It's been a while.

Two Months?  Geez, Louise.  Perhaps we can blame it on the "holidays".  Oh... the holidays.  Certainly not what they used to be.  Anyone else in the same boat?  At least I have my childhood Christmas memories.  I suppose some don't even have that.  Well, they do but they're not necessarily good ones.  The only Christmas morning I actually remember tho as a kid is when I was 8.  When my folks MADE me a dollhouse.  That was.. pretty incredible.  [dad built the house complete with arched front door, staircase and flower boxes. mum made the curtains.. beds and pillows.. and furnished the whole house]  Thanks guys.  Speaking of..  the "guy" in that equation is LMG.  He would have been 67 years old 3 days ago. I couldn't see my dad being almost 70 anyway.  He was Way too vain.  haha.  Man he loved to look good stepping out of that house.  Miss you, Dad.  Mum...  I know there are things that you wish so badly that you did differently.  But, please don't.  I am a bit nutty, but I'm very well-rounded.  I've learned a LOT.  And that's the whole point, isn't it?  So, all is well, and thank you for creating one of the best childhood memories I have.  Means a lot.

So let's take a step Out of sentimental and inTO something that makes me very excited and giddy.  The band Tool.  It sounds lame to say this but.. haha.. I really do Love music.  Hey, some people don't!  Music really puts me in .. a place a want to be.  It doesn't allow any negativity in.  It's my Calgon bubble bath, if you will.  It makes my soul sizzle.  This morning it was "Ticks and Leeches".  But only the first 3 minutes, 22 seconds.  After that, it's 2 1/2 minutes of.. something Tool does all too often.  They zone out a little too much for a drug-free person such as myself.  I want ROCKIN.  Not... bing...tick tick..... bing.... tick tick... bing... tick tick... for 10 minutes.  Give me something that I can FEEL.  I do appreciate all that they do, artistically, but that doesn't mean I can't hit the fast forward button.

Gray hairs.  Yeah... I knew they'd be coming.  I felt pretty lucky that I have only found ONE and I'm 35.  But.. now... they're coming around the mountain.  [what is that song??  She'll be.... comin' around the mountain when she comesss... she'll be... comin' around the mountain when she comesss... she'll be.. comin' around the mountain, she'll be comin' around the mountain, she'll be comin' around the mountain when she comes!     uh..       seriously??  that's a SONG?  I actually thot that you had to have some talent to write a song.  Guess I was wrong]  So anyway.  YEAH.  They're here.  But so far only a tiny patch in the Front of my head.  Right at the "cow lick".  [there's another head-scratcher]  Some would say they add character.  Haha.  Some would say..  "Hey, its part of getting old.  Join the club".  Oh yeah??  What fuckin club?  The We Have Gray Hairs Club?  Who would want to be a part of that club??  Those are the same people that ask me "Are you ready for Christmas?" and "How's married life?"  I don't want to sound like I'm Above anyone else but, I really don't know where these beings come from.  Maybe I'M the strange one.

You know what?  Now that I really take a moment to think about it..  I AM strange.  About a half hour ago, I got excited about these white socks I have on.  They're "tube" socks I believe.  And they make me feel good.  I'd call that WEIRD.  Wouldn't you?  I prefer black socks, but there's definitely something comforting about clean white socks.  I really need to treat them better tho.  HAHA... I actually had White Socks and Red Pants in the same washing machine last night.  That's pretty funny.  Of course I know it's a bad idea but...  I do it anyway.  And no, my socks are not pink now.  See, there really IS such a thing as Magic!

Another thing I was thinking about the other day.  I was looking for these certain pants.  I said "Where are they?"  Why is it THEY??  It's not "they" when I'm talkin' about my swim cap.  A swim cap is one article of matter.  All one piece.  Like pants.  Pants are 1 piece.  And I don't wanna hear this "they have two legs" bullshit either.  Is a shirt called a They?  It has 2 sleeves!  Yet....  it's an IT.  "My shirt... where is IT?"   And before you go thinking I have way too much time on my hands... these things just pop inside me head throughout the day, while I'm performing whatever duties it is I'm performing.

I saw "The Fighter" the other day.  I'm not real into the Academy Awards, but I would put money on Christian Bale being nominated (if not winning) the Best Supporting Actor award.  WOW.  I need a much bigger WOW than that.  He was absolutely tremendous.  I highly recommend the movie.  It's not an action-packed movie, and there's not all that much actual boxing in it.  But, dang.  The woman who played the mother was tremendous as well.  [Melissa Leo is her name]  It's one of those movies that really makes you FEEL something.  It was fantastic.