5 on Friday

1. Would you rather be too hot or too cold? Why?

Too cold for some reason I can deal with cold better than hot, also it is easier for me to breath colder air. Being hot affects me much more on a psychological level. When I'm too hot, I get cranky and b****y if not outright enraged, and it's all I can think about.

2. What's your favorite way to stay cool?

Air Conditioning baby!

3. What's your favorite way to stay warm?

I cover up in a warm afghan, in Sparky ( my heated massage chair)  and watch tv. ( yes I named my chair, don’t judge )

4. When you see or hear the word "summer", what comes to mind?

Warm days cool night and skeeters

5. Any major summer plans this year?

Nope no plans at all.

Skills

Some people just don't have the ability to show gratitude. My mother is a complainer and for a long, long time I avoided her just to not have to listen to it. She ruined a lot of family get together's for me. I finally realized that she doesn't have great communication skills, she's the matriarch in a family of really witty people and she's not witty,  my brother and I  (AND my dad was) are all great conversationalists and always up to date on current events and she's not. She was brought up really poor, one of 8 kids, ( she lived on a farm and  they didn't have indoor plumbing) and my dad was brought up in town.  She never really knew what fork to use, etc and he was  totally comfortable in any environment. She seems mad at the world.  Now, I make a point to call her often and find out how she is doing. Guess what? She still complains but it doesn't bother me as much.

I Remember

I Remember When:

• Girls were not allowed to wear pants to school
• Cashiers in grocery stores entered the price of each item in your cart manually into the cash register and counted out your change.
• Cars did not have seat belts.
• There were no such things as car seats for infants and toddlers.
• Babies were laid across the mothers laps while the mother was driving said car without wearing a seat belt. 
• When schools actually had lockers for books to be kept in
• If you misbehaved in school, you got a "whack" with a paddle the size of Alaska
• You didn't misbehave in school a second time
• Spring Break was called Easter Break
• The only radio stations were AM
• Which you listened to on your Transistor Radio
• Your class all stood and repeated The Pledge of Allegiance and the Lord's Prayer each morning.
• Playing outside until Mom would yell your names throughout the neighborhood.
• Playing "Kick the Kan" in the street with all the neighborhood kids.
• Black and White TV
• An ashtray in a new car was not considered an option.
• The A/C in our house was a "swamp cooler". Which consists of a box, fan, vents and the garden hose dripping cold water into the back of it. (yes it was purchased that way)
• Cloth Diapers 
•  Okay, I didn't say everything I remembered was okay!

Exciting things about me

1.  I can drive a stick.

2.  When I say I am cleaning it really means I am spraying Febreze on everything and watching TV.

3.  I can’t swim

4.  I can’t sleep with out the TV on.

5.  The older I get the more I like spicy foods

6.  I always worry that people are judging me.

7.  I may have forgotten what rain is.

8.  I have become very frugal in my old age.

9.  I like brussel sprouts

10.  When did my eyelashes start growing from my chin?

Crabby

Lately, I’ve noticed a lot of crabby people grouching and complaining all around me. If I go on the Internet, message boards seem to be having a massive PMS-a-thon – males included. When I read the news, Democrats are telling Republicans to chill, and Republicans are telling them to get a grip. Palestine and Israel are engaged in a deadly game of "did so/did not" while the lives  hang in the balance. On smaller scale, the cashier at the grocery store sneered at me yesterday when I asked where I could find charcoal briquettes for my grill. “Hmpf. I wish I had time off to grill.” What do I say to that? I’m sorry? Even the rats on my patio are crabby. They dragged their rat bait condos into my walking path and flipped me the bird last night. 

I really don’t know how to change the mood. While so many people are feeling sensitive, I have instead become apathetic. Normally, I’m all for a round of good times and fun. And I’m eager to debate a point I feel strongly about. Not lately, though. I’ve been in a “I don’t give a crap, and screw you people anyway” mood. That’s hard for me to admit, because I don’t like being Debbie Downer. I’m a woman – we fake things. Orgasms, delight and surprise.

While I am faking smiles and mustering a good attitude in spite of myself, it’s not working. I don’t know if it’s because I’m fed up with all the crabby people, or if I’m just bored.

( I may have embellished a tiny bit for this blog)

5 on Friday

1. What are your overall views on marriage?   I'm in favor of marriage.  I just like the idea of making that lifelong commitment to someone, vowing to be together and faithful. I think it's sad that so many people view it as a formality or 'just a piece of paper' and either don't do it or only do it for the financial security and benefits it brings.

2. Are you married// is marriage something you want?   I'm not married, but I've been married twice. I stood up and vowed till death do us part. Unfortunately neither one worked out like I had thought it would. 

3. Do you like the symbolism of wedding rings? Why or why not?   I do.  The idea that someone wouldn't want people to be able to see that they was married feels like a rejection. 

4. What do you think is the best age, ideally, to get married? (In general)  There is no generic best age.  I think it's a case of marrying the right person at a time when you feel ready, whether that's 21 or 76. 

5. Which is worse: shotgun wedding at 17, or meeting your partner when you're in your sixties?    I would think a shotgun wedding at 17. Too young to know what you really want and spending the rest of your life together because of a mistake doesn't end well usually. Not to say that it always ends badly or that getting married when you're 60 will mean you're going to live happily ever after either.

Listen

I try to be a good listener. I am a listener. A really good listener. I like to think that I don't  give advice, actually I think I usually don't. Sometimes people just need someone to listen and I am that person for others. A good friend recently told me that I am her "person." The person that she can always rely on and can say anything and everything too. That meant a lot. We had had some problems in the past but now our friendship is solid. I love that I can be there for someone who needs it. On the other hand, I am a terrible talker. I don't really have a "person." I don't have someone to run to and tell all my crap to. (Ask me how I am and you will hear; "I'm good.") And even if I did have some one to listen to me, I am not sure that I would share. I feel like if I tell someone something then I am giving them the load. Like now they are going to worry about me or whatever and I certainly do not want to do that to anyone. I don't want people to worry about me, so I remain quiet.

Worry

One of the major downfalls to becoming hooked on blogging is that I have recently spent A LOT of time reading other people's blogs. People I know, people I know only through the internet, and people I don't know from Adam (except, I know Adam--hi Adam). It seems like I've come across a huge pool of bloggers who have nothing but interesting things to write about, and they all write the most fascinating, funny, witty, poignant observations about random randomness. I have to admit, I'm a little intimidated by this. I think of something that I want to write about and then I think, no, that's not important. I've been doubting myself, and hence, avoiding my blog. But, tonight I finally realized that it's MY blog. Who cares if what I write isn't important/fascinating/funny/witty/poignant? So, that's that. I'm going to learn to stop worrying and love the blog.

Pet Peeve

 

It always makes me mad when people driving company vehicles with the company name and phone number plastered all over drive like complete jerks. I'm always tempted to call the number and turn them in, but then I think: What if the number on the vehicle is the cell phone number of the driver? And what if he then tries to run me off the road?

5 great Riddles

The 5 Riddles....

1. A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms. The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in 3 years. Which room is safest for him?

2. A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for over 5 minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go out together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?

3. What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?

4. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Wednesday, Friday, or Sunday?

5. This is an unusual paragraph.  I'm curious as to just how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it.  It looks so ordinary and plain that you would think nothing was wrong with it.  In fact, nothing is wrong with it! It is highly unusual though.  Study it and think about it, but you still may not find anything odd.  But if you work at it a bit, you might find out. Try to do so without any coaching!

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Answers:

1. The third room. Lions that haven't eaten in three years are dead.

That one was easy, right?

2. The woman was a photographer. She shot a picture of her husband, developed it, and hung it up to dry (shot; held under water; and hung).

3. Charcoal, as it is used in barbecuing.

4. Sure you can name three consecutive days, yesterday, today, and tomorrow!

5. The letter e, which is the most common letter used in the English language, does not appear even once in the paragraph.

Happy Father’s Day

5 on Friday

1. You're holding a dinner party and can invite three famous people from the past or present who would they be?
Harper Lee, Mark Martin, and Marilyn Monroe (because I want the truth about Kennedy) can you say interesting mix for a party?.

2. You have the opportunity question someone about something you've always wanted to know and receive a truthful answer, what would your question be?
I don’t know if I could handle that much power. Seriously I don’t know.

3. If you could change one thing in your life what would it be?
I would never have smoked thus changing my health.

4. If you could save other peoples lives by an completing an act that would lead to your own death would you do it?

That would clearly depend on who could be saved. In theory, it's easy to say yes, I would for anyone but that's simply... unrealistic. Unless you're suicidal to begin with. Hehe. Depends very much on the circumstances. What I'm doing with my life as opposed to what those people would do with their lives. Would they appreciate it? And how I would die.

5. Would you commit murder if you knew you could get away with it?
Nope, because I'd still go to hell, and I don't hate anyone that much.

June 14, 2012

blog land

I suppose in a way living here in the blog community is sort of like living in an apartment building/complex. People move in and people move out. Sometimes they tell you and other times they don't. Sometimes you continue the friendship that started after they/or you move other times it ends. There are times that you continue the friendship and over time it slowly peters out. So goes life.

I am glad to be here and I welcome my new neighbors and all my old ones that stop in. I am sorry if I don't talk to you as much as I used to but that is me. I go through times when I don't talk to myself, much less my friends.

People you see

 

Today I saw the woman I want to be. She was riding a Harley!  She had to have been at least 65 years old and this spunky lady was sitting next to me on her bike at a stop light.  For some reason I always glance over to the vehicle next to me when at a red light, and there she was.  She glanced at me, smiled and then sped away.  As I started driving through the light, we drove side by side (for just a minute) then she seriously sped off!  I know she was flying because my car does not know how to do slow :).
Yes this is the lady I want to be.  Daring to ride a motorcycle, and not giving a damn.

Happy 2nd Birthday Morgan

No child was spoiled in the writing of this blog.

Monday with Morgan at the zoo

    

5 on Friday

1. If you were given one million dollars, on the condition that you had to give half of it away, how would you go about giving away half a million dollars?

This is a great question, I would probably do some research and find a really deserving family to help out. I read the blogs and there are so many sick children out there that have cancer or other life ending disease. I would help their parents to free them from worry about bills, so they can spend precious time with their child.  Now with my half I would pay off my house, pay off my kids houses, and arrange for a family trip to Australia for them all. 

2. Do you write letters or send cards to anyone via the postal system regularly, only for special occasions such as birthdays, or not at all?

You know I used to write my aunt.  Would write her at least once a week. But since she is gone I only send cards for special occasions. 

3.  What is the most treasured memento you have kept?

It is a purple candle shaped like a Hippo.  It was my only gift one Christmas and it was from my boys. It sits proudly in my china cabinet with my other mementos. I am a sentimental person and I save everything.  I have the outfits my boys wore home from the hospital, ( and they are framed and displayed) a piece of my dads airplane, and I save cards, invitations and announcements.. but don’t consider myself a pack rat or hoarder. 

4.  If one of your friends phones you at 4am because they are depressed and upset, but you have an important job interview in the morning. What do you do?

Well right off the bat I will tell you that I am not the person you want to wake up in the middle of the night.  If you do manage it I would probably listen and offer sympathy to you.  But I am not usually very nice when awakened in the middle of the night.

5.  What is the phrase or quote that sums up who you are as a person?

No idea.

Precious

I finally figured out a way to get myself out of having to tell a small fib..you know the kind that you feel bad about...such as, "Do you like my hair?" and it looks like crap, or "Here's a picture of my baby girl,  Poopsie" who is far from cute. From now on, my answer will always be something like, "Ain't it precious?" or "She's so precious?" I'm not much up on the southern slang but I figure if I can add just a slight twang to it, it will sound believable. So, today, I vow that when someone asks if I tasted their new fangled concoction that tasted like hay, I will say, "I sure did and it sure was precious!" Even one better, when I really want to make it sound believable, I'm going to add the word "SO" to it. For example, "Didn't you notice? I got a boob job?" My answer, "That's SO precious!".  When it comes down to hurting someone's feelings, always head towards the "Ain't it precious?" statement but when it comes to eating manure like vegetables, be honest! Hell naw, I'm not eating brussel sprouts! I'd rather eat toe jam fresh from the bottom of a boy's locker room!!!

Stuff I think about

1. Bees, in their small little life times, only produce 1/12 of a teaspoon of honey. Talk about being "productive". I am so glad that they have something else they are famous for such as the "birds and the bees".

2. When Mama said there'd be days like this, she wasn't kidding.

3. I will never learn to spell the word, h'or deurvs. (See!?!?!)

4. I still love children's books that end with, "And they lived happily ever after..."

5. The most annoying sound in the world is someone popping their gum. The sad thing is that they don't hear themselves.

6. Spring rain is an oxymoron, right????

7. Geese mate for life. Saturday, I saw a lone goose walking around by his little lonesome and I actually felt tears well up in my eyes at the thought of him being alone.

8. I get so grossed out when guys spit. Do they just have an extra enormous amount of spit that they have to get rid of at the very moment. Why can't they just swallow it?

9. I need to have a meeting with the ant/tour director that booked my kitchen counter top as their get away resort. They are enjoying their saunas by the stove, getting their swim on in the sink and drying off by the refrigerator

10. I am a germophobe so when someone sneezes or coughs in the area that I'm in, I try to hold my breath until I think the germs have dissipated. Then I break out the hand sanitizer after I touch anything they may or may not have touched.

Writers block

I have been sitting here thinking about what am I going to write. Several times this evening I have started an entry and then deleted it. My mind has gone wandering off and I don't know where. I looked at the words I had written and asked my self what is this? I then hit the  x. . You hit the x there and it asks you if you want to save the changes made to the document. I don't  know where I am going with this. I am not sure where I am going with anything.

I was reading in a few blogs this morning and in one blog they had an assignment to post what you would put in a time capsule for your great whatever child to open in 100 years. I started thinking, what can I put in there that would show my life. I didn't  like  myself most of my life. Would I want that to be known to them? Should I sugarcoat everything and pretend that everything is okay and life was grand? I have a lot more thinking about that.

I was reading another blog that is private and in it the author was talking about how someone read their blog didn't like it  and threw it up in their face. It caused me to think. Do I not write about certain things because I am afraid that someone I know will read it? Or do I not write because I am afraid that others will read it and judge me? It is my blog and my thoughts, why do I restrain myself? Then I thought, I have always restrained myself. I hold myself back. I do not like pain and this is pain.

I am hitting save now and going outside. Maybe I will leave this in my blog, I don't know.

I miss

Sitting here tonight thinking about things I miss, so here goes

I miss:

my grandkids.

autumn weather and the leaves falling down.

driving with the car windows down.

going to work (really I do)

my kids being young, where did the years go?

my dad, NOW I think of questions I should have asked.

being skinny.

Eating Sunday breakfast out.

What do you miss?

5 on Friday

1. How do you react to people begging at intersections?

I am a sucker, I always give them money. I logically know they will probably use it for drugs or alcohol but I always think what if they really are hungry.

2. How do you react to people stranded in cars along the road?

Normally I pass them by although I have stopped before and offered a ride and or the use of my phone.

3. How do you react to telemarketers?

I understand they are just trying to make a living, but I am on the NO CALL list and since I pay my phone bill it is for MY convenience. I am firm but polite I tell them to remove my number from the list and hang up.

4. How do you react to anonymous comments in your blog?

I get very few comments and have only had a handful of anon and some in foreign language which I just ignore.

5. How do you react to online quizzes?

Well sometimes I take a quiz but mostly I just pass over them.