Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I'm going straight to Hell...

Okay, I'm horrible.  Lord, I apologize. 
I'm sitting here reading about three gay men who are hanged in Iran-which is totally not cool.  I'm thinking, this is really not fair and read on with the article.  Okay, so, because the story was such a downer, I chose to see what I saw, so, for those who are easily offended, please sign off now and don't read any further.  I still want you to like me.
Okay, so I'm reading this story and they mention a penal code within Sharia law.  Penal code.....come on, ya'll.....can't help but giggle at that one.  A penal code for sodomy....I'm serious.....you're giggling..........yeah, yeah you are.  Heh, heh, they said penal..heh, heh.  Okay, well, I'm giggling.  Not because these men died, that sucks, but because I'm immature and need to get out more.  I am going STRAIGHT to hell. Uh boy.  Lord, did I say I apologize? 

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Goodbye, Aunt Louie...

I wasn’t expecting to hear that you’d gone.  I guess I just thought, you’d always be there.  It’s been so long since I’d seen you.  I always enjoyed when you visited.  You never changed.  In all my years, every time I saw you, you sounded, looked and acted the same.  Always very soft spoken, always cheerful and happy, always looking to have fun, always calm and rational, and always the same hair-do.  : )  You were a woman of many talents.  Very tough woman. Raised a family, worked a full time job and could tear a carburetor apart and put it back together with your eyes closed. My daughter was fascinated by the stories she heard of Aunt Louie and wanted so much to meet you.  She met you when she was an infant, but she doesn’t remember you at all.  And that breaks my heart.  She should have known you.  She would have loved you.  Everybody did.  My grandfather always spoke fondly of his sister Lois, better known as “Louie”.  You always seemed to enjoy the time with your family.  And you kept Mom entertained with your weekly telephone calls chalk full of gossip and funny stories.  Whatever will Mom do now?  What will any of us do without our Aunt Louie?  Keep you in our memories and hearts, there you will be alive forever, beaming that Louie smile.  Now you can be with your parents, your brothers and sister that you missed so much.  It’s time for us to let you go.  You’ve earned your journey to Heaven.  Thank you for being who you were.  You will be greatly missed, crying as I write this.  I can see you now, sitting with them, all of them, catching up, just as it should be.  Goodbye Aunt Louie.  You will not be forgotten.  Goodbye, Aunt Louie. Goodbye. XOXO

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Lord Stanley

Being the hockey fan that I am, let me just CONGRATULATE the BOSTON BRUINS for winning the coveted LORD STANLEY'S CUP.  What a great series of hockey.  Some hard hittin' goin' on all around.  Boston had me worried there for a while, but they came back with a vengeance and truly earned the prize.  And I was also glad to see goaltender Tim Thomas get that game 7 shutout.  Especially against Vancouver  and IN THEIR BARN!! Nice!
We also got to see what great folks live up North o' the border too.  Booing and carrying on.  A litte disrespectful, dontcha think??  And how's about them post-game riots in the streets?  Saw on the wire that it took cops 4 hours to disperse the rowdy crowd and 9 police officers were injured.  Guess it sucks to be a Canucks fan today.  Glad I'm not one. : P
Again, a big CONGRATS to the Boston Bruins, the newest Stanley Cup Champions. 
Too bad you couldn't get it done for Bourque.  But that's okay, we took care of that for ya.  <wink, wink>
Seriously, enjoy gentlemen.  You earned it.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The List...

 I was in denial.  I thought I could be Wonder Woman.  I thought I had it handled.  Um, no. For years, I drove myself crazy trying to remember all my “chores” in addition to my full time and very demanding job.  Drop off the insurance payment, water the plants, go to the bank, etc.  Geez, anywhere from 5 to 205 things to do in a single day and I thought, ha ha, I could keep it all straight in me nugget-because I’m a Mom and that’s what we do.  Well, I found myself always forgetting to do certain things and then getting all pissed cuz I forgot. What can I do?  Let’s see…I tried leaving myself little sticky notes….those fall off of things.  I tried asking other househould residents for help…LOL…almost always something else to do, somewhere else to go, yada, yada, yada.  <Sigh>  And then, it was the  weirdest thing, one day I was watching a video about these two folks and their son who live in what they call a shotgun shack.  320 sqaure feet.  It had vaulted ceilings, a loft bedroom for the boy, kitchen area, appliances, ”living room” and ”master bedroom”.   Everything you would need to have a comfortable existence.   Simple stuff.  Going back to basics was my initial thought, and I was impressed.  So, this got me thinking about my crazy life and all that needs to be done and how I could help myself with the “basic” mind set.  Hmmm, what’s more basic that having yourself a “To Do” list?  Hmmm.  I’ll try it, what the heck?  I’ve got nothing to lose except what little still exists of my sanity.  So, I tried it.  I started me a list.  Grabbed a little tablet and wrote down the day of the week, the calendar date and started to list what I had to do that day. As things came to me, I’d jot down everything I thought of the minute I thought of it.  And to not overwhelm myself, if I had too much on one day, I’d start another day’s list with whatever was “left over”. Let me just say…..OMG.  Why the hell didn’t I do this sooner??  I was AMAZED at how much less stress I was experiencing simply by keeping a daily to do list.  Being able to see at a glance what I had to do and then being able to mark it off as it was accomplished made it so much easier to deal with it.  It just seemed to flow better. And, the best part, I’M NOT FORGETTING ANYTHING!  I’m not having to pinch in on my family’s time and bug them cuz I’m getting everything done.  It’s actually a great feeling. I’m in my second week of keeping my list and it’s going really well.  Wow.  What a concept.  I feel like a bit of a dumb-ass for not doing it sooner.  I know lots of peeps that do it….golly, now I know why.  It’s one of the simplest and most helpful things to do.  And in today’s crazy, always changing and jamming world, the less you stress, the better you and your family will be.  When Mama happy, EVERYBODY HAPPY.  I’m starting to feel more and more every day like the Wonder Woman I need to be.  Keeping a “To Do” list…basic, simple and it works.  Common sense.  Whoda thunk?

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

This from a fortune cookie I had the other night...

~You can either follow your fears or be led by your passions~

Something pretty cool to think about.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Bittersweet Symphony.....aaaahhhh

I absolutely love this song.  It rings so true.  We've all felt this a time or two. (Ha ha, no ryhme inteded there.)  Life is a series of cycles and you are who you are.  Roll with it.  It's the same, but different, for everybody.  And I love the Verve's melodic arrangement.   Just makes you want to close your eyes and immerse youself in the music and lyrics.  And here's a fun fact:  Rolling Stone Mag listed it as the 382nd best song of all time.  (source: Wikipedia-thanks Wiki) Here are the lyrics.  So you can sing along or just get lost in  this hauntingly beautiful song.  Enjoy.  : )
Cause it's a bitter sweet symphony this life...
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no

Well I've never prayed,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no

Have you ever been down?
I can't change, I can't change...

Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find somebody then you die.

You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next.
///I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no///

(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(Been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)(Lalalalalalaaaaaaaa...)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)
(Have you ever been down?)
(Have you ever been down?)
(Have you ever been down?)

Monday, May 23, 2011

Friday, May 20, 2011

Plastic surgery for kids...

   Heard on the news this a.m. that some parents are allowing their kids, young kids, school age kids, 9, 10 years old,  to have plastic surgery to combat bullying.  I don’t know if I agree with this.  First off, in my humble opinion, parents ought to be parents and teach their little darlings about understanding, compassion, difference, acceptance and manners.  Just pisses me off that so many ill-mannered and mean little heathens are running around. And let’s face it, most of it’s cuz their parents don’t want to deal with them. Or, in some rare instances, the parents might be afraid of their little monster.  I’ve heard of it happening.  Anyhoo, moving on….secondly, again, in my humble opinion, I think it gives the kids a warped sense of who they are or that difference is something to be ashamed of.  Yes, there are extremes, and depending on the degree of severity, those types of things should be addressed to maintain self image and worth.  Like a cleft lip or huge ass birth mark on your face, okay, those are understandable.  But, like ears sticking out?  Eyes too big?  Boobs too small?  I dunno, I just think all that kind of stuff is kinda minor and can be overlooked.  It’s just the some of society won’t let us.  I guess it depends too on who you’re dealing with.  Some people are just mean.  Plain and simple. 

I had someone tell me that yes, I was right, but also if the parents had the money, to just them live.  I just have an issue surgically changing something because someone else has a problem with it.  And how many times do we only have a problem wih something because someone else does?  Sigh, again, just my opinion.  And my friend was entitled to his.
My brilliant daughter also brought up the point that eveybody goes thru some kind of bullying.  It does kind of teach social skills, in a way. It can teach us to look the other way, to stand up for ourselves.  Sometimes that’s easier said than done.  I know.  I was mercilessly teased about my big eyes and last name when I was a kid, but I didn’t turn into some homicidal maniac and I didn’t bully others.  I married out of my last name and later in life, I got tons of compliments on my big eyes. But my mother always taught me to never stare or be mean to anyone who appears to be different, that I don’t know what that person’s situation is and to just be kind.  That’s my whole point, I guess. How many parents raise their kids with that stuff these days?  Oh, and the media and the crap that bombards these kids on a daily basis probably doesn’t help either.  The emphasis on being pretty or perfect….it really is everywhere.
Bottom line is I guess what’s most important is the kids and getting them raised as functional and happy adults.  And if that means changing something, okay, it’s your kid, your dime.  Just make sure they’re okay with it, I guess.
Tough subject.  Lots of “if’s”, “and’s” , “or’s”, “but’s”…but I stand firm on not agreeing with plastic surgery for children.  If they’re too young, too much potential for physical and psychological damage me thinks. I just don’t like it.
Bullying is a completely different and serious subject.  And this post is addressing my opinion on the plastic surgery, and the seeming lack of parental influence, not the torment that bullying causes. I don’t like bullying or people who are the bullies.
Not right or wrong, not meant to anger or offend anyone.
Just my two cents. : )

Thursday, April 28, 2011

My first ever blog.

Virgin blogger here.  This is pretty cool.  I've stepped into the 21st century.  My rants for your reading pleausure, or not-I guess that's up to you.  : ) 
 A little about what my intent for blogging is:  I just wanted a place for my voice, make a comment on something I saw that day or a current event.  My blog is inteded to be just an outlet for me to throw my two cents out there, get things off my chest.  It's just my opinion, doesn't make it right or wrong, it's just how I feel or how I see things.  My blogs will never intend to offend or hurt anyone.  I'm not in the business of making people feel bad or uncomfortable.   And because I'm human, my blogs may vary in tone or content.  One day I may be very excited about something, the next day I might be infuriated by what I just heard on the news.  So it could appear that I may need medication at times, but I assure you, I just as nuts as your average nut on the street.  No more, no less.  Well, in some case, maybe less.  LOL. I hope to make folks smile or to help with my posts.  I hope to become inspired and also to inspire.  Let's see what this thang can do.   I'll be yapping at ya'll later. 
Be good, stay safe.