Thursday, October 25, 2007
Calms of MY Sole
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
In His Past Life
I have found out long time ago that Jim has a bad temper, I even relayed it to my father in a passing conversation. But last week he blew again for the 3rd time on the marked 3rd month into the marriage. All over me wanting to take a bath instead of a shower. What is wrong with this man is all I could think as I turned off the faucet with what little water that had been running into the tub. I put on clean clothing despite my less than clean body and went to work. As I sat in my pick up putting on my seat belt he slammed the side house door like a child. He needs help. All this over a bath??? Again, "What is wrong with this man?" He complained that I stare off into the 75 gallon fish tank. I told him it was kind of like meditation to me; watching the graceful butterfly like fins flowing in the water is calming in a way I cannot explain. He did not understand, I was not going to beat a dead horse trying to explain it either. The man cannot relax. I don't think he knows how.
Thanks BaBa
None of that Sissy Crap
Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good,
But never actually come close to reality?
Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.
You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card
Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.
1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against
The sorry bastard who made you sad.
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.
4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much Worse it could be until you quit whining.
6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.
7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well
Again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask;
"because you are my friend".
Friendship is like peeing your pants,
everyone can see it,
But only you can feel the true warmth.
Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good,
But never actually come close to reality?
Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.
You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card
Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.
1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against
The sorry bastard who made you sad.
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.
4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much Worse it could be until you quit whining.
6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.
7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well
Again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask;
"because you are my friend".
Friendship is like peeing your pants,
everyone can see it,
But only you can feel the true warmth.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Flash Back Video
General Hospital Flash back. Man I thought Jack Wagner with his mullet was a cutie.
And my favorite duos
And my favorite duos
It's A Hormonal Thing
It's refreshingly cool this morning. My coffee in hand and my nightie with a fleece jacket I head out the side door to let the puppies out to potty. And there he is.....another cat caught in the trap. Not a wild one like the last orange cat that looked like Morris from the commercials but a cute long haired beautiful black and white marked one. He quietly meows vs the "I'M DYING HERE IN THIS TRAP" scream from the night before when the cage went off. I am practicing my "Not in my neighborhood" rights and doing the relocation system. This will make 3 this week alone. It's that time of year to hear the nightly yells of both male and female feline alike.
I went to a clinic doctor to get my DOT physical because my card expires on Monday the 15th. I cannot work without it. Much like a brain surgeon cannot work without his credentials. I sat the since the waiting room was full. It was my turn, I weighed in- heavy sigh but was happy to see that I had lost 13pounds in the last few months. I will call that my melting away with happiness pounds. Jim has made me happy. He is very good to Sydney and I. I asked about my 16 year old face that I never had. My cheeks have been a problemed area for blemishes ever since I had baby one. But now- a full blown mess spots from my cheeks to chin now matter what I put on it, I had resorted to using a fingernail brush in the shower- it just tears my skin up that much more. The student physicians said that because of my age the "Change" has me in hormonal surges. Thus, bump face. RRRRRRR I hate that word HORMONAL. I just want to rip the next persons tongue out that says it. They say it in a hushed whisper like it's a catchy disease. What is worse is the student physician as her name tag suggested was a pretty clear skinned 12 year old that had or probably will never have a clue.
I went to a clinic doctor to get my DOT physical because my card expires on Monday the 15th. I cannot work without it. Much like a brain surgeon cannot work without his credentials. I sat the since the waiting room was full. It was my turn, I weighed in- heavy sigh but was happy to see that I had lost 13pounds in the last few months. I will call that my melting away with happiness pounds. Jim has made me happy. He is very good to Sydney and I. I asked about my 16 year old face that I never had. My cheeks have been a problemed area for blemishes ever since I had baby one. But now- a full blown mess spots from my cheeks to chin now matter what I put on it, I had resorted to using a fingernail brush in the shower- it just tears my skin up that much more. The student physicians said that because of my age the "Change" has me in hormonal surges. Thus, bump face. RRRRRRR I hate that word HORMONAL. I just want to rip the next persons tongue out that says it. They say it in a hushed whisper like it's a catchy disease. What is worse is the student physician as her name tag suggested was a pretty clear skinned 12 year old that had or probably will never have a clue.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Days Go By

My apologies for those who e-mailed me and I have not responded. First off let me start by saying hello to Lynn.
I had worked for 3 weeks straight and not had a full 24 hours off at home and then when I did get a break I pulled a muscle in my back under my ribs while squatting to pee. Embarrassing as it may sound it's true. I rather get my big toe stuck in the bath tub faucet! The thought of sitting, standing, and even yawning at times put me in mucho pain-so I decided to leave the typing for another day.
While I was broke with my back Jim was left to do the weed-eating in the yard. Yeah I know it's October and you are mowing? Yeah it was 93 today-go figure. My advice to newly married:
NEVER EVER let a suburban city apartment dweller loose with a weed eater. Can you say scalp to the roots? Jim is banished forever from this task.
2 days ago Jim said that he would like to go ahead and cement in my small back yard pond. It was something I had always wanted versus the black liner route that I currently have. I have mosquito fish in it as well as the beautifull pink water lilly that I got at Wal-mart last spring. I bought it but was optimistic about it growing. I was wrong. I have had my pond for about 3 years now and cannot wait to get this finished along with my new filter for the waterfall up and running once again.
I will post pictures of the progress.
And as always click on the pictures to enlarge.

And here is a picture of the one that almost got away.

My trusty yard hoe to the belly and a sludge hammer to the head assured me that Sydney and the dogs would not get hurt. I do not know what kind it is but it looked red in the sun. It did however, attack the hoe twice before I got him.
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