Two Words/Phrases That Make You Laugh

This is hard because I will pretty much laugh at anything. 

Didley Squat – this will always get me. When I was a teen, a long, long time ago,  I actually named a cat Didley Squat.

Butthole – just because.

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Your Current Relationship; If Single Discuss That Too

I am happily single. After having been married for 13 years to a very controlling person, I am enjoying my freedom. In the past 4 years I have been divorced, I have started to like myself again. I am enjoying my life.

Now, this does not mean I want to be alone forever. But I am not looking at this point. Wait, that’s a lie. I look all the time. 

A Fruit You Dislike & Why

For today’s writing challenge I am supposed to write about a fruit I dislike. This is a really hard challenge for me as I really don’t have a fruit I dislike. Yes, I’m serious. Now, watermelon doesn’t really like me, but I love it.

Oh wait, I just remembered one! Dingleberries. I really dislike dingleberies because they are just plain nasty. Enough said. 

Your Feelings On Ageism

Ageism (also spelled “agism”) is stereotyping and discriminating against individuals or groups on the basis of their age. This may be casual or systematic. The term was coined in 1969 by Robert Neil Butler to describe discrimination against seniors, and patterned on sexism and racism.

I don’t think anyone should be discriminated against for any reason, be that age, race, sex, or religion. With that being said there does come a time when some elderly people are no longer capable to perform certain tasks in the workforce. In my honest opinion, this should not be a reason to fire them. Instead, I think they should be placed in a position to teach the up and coming workforce.

I know the above is a pipe dream and sadly Ageism is a real problem.

A Book You Love and One You Didn’t 

I’m not a big reader but a few years ago I read Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger.  

 
As for I book I didn’t love… That would be anything I was forced to read in High School. I think that’s why I hate reading, because I was forced to do it. Now if they had made a recommendation, maybe it would be different. 

What Tattoos You Have and If They Have Meaning

When I was 42 I was hospitalized for a month with Acute Pancreatitis & I was diagnosed as a Type 1 Diabetic. This little life changing event made me change me outlook on life. 

One of those outlooks was of tattoos. I decided if I could keep my diabetes in line that I would get one on my birthday. But it had to be something good, something meaningful and something me. So on my 43rd birthday I got this:  

The Gnome is for my quirky love of gnomes. He is holding a lantern to always brighten my path. Peace, Love & Faith. The 3 stars represents the 3 most important people in my life who are now shining brightly down on me from heaven, my aunt/Godmother, my mom and my dad. This was supposed to be my one and only. 

Ya right! On my 44th birthday I added these:  

 The cat is for my mom. She said she would return to earth as a black cat and after she passed I have had a black cat around my house, no matter where I live. The owl is for my dad. His submarine mascot was an owl and every Christmas I gave him an owl figurine of some sort. When he passed I found I now have an owl that hangs around my house, again no matter where I live. 

And then I turned 45. This is my newest tattoo:  

 I have always loved John Lennon. When I visited NYC a few years ago I had to go see the mosaic in Central Park. I fell in love with that park for several reasons, one being Strawberry Fields and the other was that my mom had grown up in NYC. I grew up hearing all sorts of grand stories of NYC in the 30’s & 40’s. Red Roses were her favorite flowers so I thought it fitting to add that to the mosaic. Peace, Love & Music. Imagine.

46th birthday present is already in my thought process….

Someone Who Fascinates You and Why…

This is actually vey easy. My granddaughter, Big Bird, absolutely fascinates me. Each and every time I see her she has somehow changed. She has either grown or learned something new. At 3 1/2 she has already been through more than most people go through in their lifetime and it doesn’t phase her. She still has a huge heart, a great sense of humor and loves to just play. 

A Place You’d Live, But Have Never Visited

Honestly, my answer came very quick to me. A place I would live but have never visited would be Seattle, Washington. I have known several people over the years that have spent time in that area and I have never heard one complaint. The pictures I have seen are beautiful. There is a major city and there is plenty of water around. All I ask for in life is a place to hear live music and a place to launch my kayak. 

Ten Interesting Things About Yourself 

  1. I do a great Elmo impersonation.  
  2. I had to teach myself how to drive a standard car. I walked to the library, checked out a book on how cars work, walked home, got in the car, read the directions and I was off.
  3. In 3rd grade I was the only girl in our Baseball League. They asked me if I meant Softball when I signed up and I told them,”No, I want to play real ball.”
  4. I started getting tattoos when I was 43. My goal is to get one every birthday.
  5. I became a Type 1 Diabetic at the age of 42. I’m a late bloomer.
  6. I love music and I live going to concerts. My taste runs from the Symphony to Asking Alexanderia.
  7. I love the beach.
  8. I am a recovering alcoholic.
  9. I love to cook.
  10. I am a jack of all trades and a master of none.

Your First Love & Your First Kiss

I’m going to address this writing assignment backwards. My first kiss occured in the hallway of my elementary school. I was in 2nd grade and I was headed back to class from a mid-class escape, I mean bathroom break. I can’t remember his name, but I know he was I the other 2nd grade class. He was with his friend and he grabbed me and bam kissed me. So I punched him in the face. I’m pretty sure my mom told me, “if a boy ever touched you, slug him.”

My first love…now this is a toughie. My first true love was a beautiful young man that I only got to see once a week. His name was Almanzo James Wilder, or Manly, as that little tramp, Laura Ingalls called him. 

Your Earliest Memory

Your earliest memory… Hmm this is a grad writing assignment.

I think my earliest memory is of myself sitting in my high chair in the kitchen of my parents restaurant that they owned at the time. My high chair was next to the white chest freezer and the head cook was a black gentleman who would always try to make me laugh. I believe I was about a year old at the time.

 

5 Problems With Social Media 

I’m not going to lie, I love Social Media. I am going to have to dig deep here to find 5 problems with it, but here goes!

  1. Kids – for a 40 something woman nearing “The Change,” the amount of cute baby/kid pictures are brutal on the ovaries. My cure for this is to take my granddaughter for a weekend. Then I can post my own pictures and then take her home once I’ve had my fill.
  2. Pets – again, for a 40 something woman nearing “The Change,” the amount of cute puppy/kitten pictures are brutal on the ovaries. My cure was to take in 2 cats in the past year. I had to stop at 2, because when you hit 3 you become known as the Cat Lady and that can’t happen until I’m at least 50!
  3. Relationships – are you single, engaged, married, divorced or it’s complicated? And how often are you supposed to update this? Maybe I need to change me status to It’s Complicated since I’ve been divorced for almost 4 years and I haven’t been back in the dating game. Maybe that’s what that status is for.
  4.  Vacation Envy – before Social Media I never knew about all the wonderful vacations my friends took. One day, I swear, I am going to find that house surrounded by crystal clear water that you can only get to by boat! And yes, I’ll post pictures!
  5. Food Porn – I think I have gained 50 pounds since being on Social Media. I think we need to ban the easy bake cakes & muffins. Let’s bring sexy back to celery. You know have a naked piece of celery just edging itself into a bowl of low-fat Ranch dressing. 

30-Day Writing Challenge

This just might be the thing I need to get the writing juices flowing again.   

Imagine…

  • Imagine if you knew in your twenties what you know in your forties.
  • Imagine if you had the balls to not give a shit what other people think of you.
  • Imagine if everyone treated each other exactly the way they wanted to be treated.
  • Imagine if you had one more moment with a lost loved one.
  • Imagine…..

  

Rest in Peace

Rest In Peace David Bowie. Thank you for making a difference to many people while you were here. 
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44 Years Gone By

Today is my last day as a 44 year old. I can’t say much about my 44th year here on Earth. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was just a year. 

I started out my 44th year by getting some more ink. I got an owl, which represents my dad and I got a cat, which represents my mom.   
I gave myself a challenge of getting a tattoo each birthday as long as my A1C numbers are in line. This is my 3rd year and I’m staying on track. So next weekend I will be getting another Birthday tattoo. Stay tuned for pictures.

My 44th year did contain many, many concerts, an IRL race and tons of Beach days. I managed to get the kayak in the water a few times and I managed to escape some gators as well. 

My 45th year is starting out pretty good according to my calendar. Already have concerts in there as well as a trip to see the 100th running of the Indy 500. 

So goodbye 44 and hello 45!!

A Day Of Many Firsts

Today is the first day of 2016. With that being said, today was a day of many firsts:

  • I had my first cup of coffee of the year this morning.
  • I ate my first bagel of the year this morning.
  • I said “I love you” to my daughters for the first time this year.
  • I saw my first movie of the year, Joy.

I could go on and on, but as this is my first blog post of the year, I won’t annoy anyone right away. I have all year to annoy people.

Here’s to a brand new year of firsts.

Blank Pages

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I know the above saying is such a cliché, but today it made me reflect a little bit. I can’t say 2015 was boring by any means. I welcomed a new grandson into my heart, my youngest daughter turned 16 and got her driver’s license and I went to a ton of great concerts and just had a blast living.

Nonetheless, reflecting back on the year I felt like I was missing something. I think I missed blogging. I looked up this blog and I haven’t posted anything since January 5, 2014. It’s been almost two years. Yes, I’ve been on Facebook, but it’s not the same as having an idea and writing about it. That’s what I missed, writing. Or in my case babbling with horrible grammar and punctuation.

This year I am going to try to fill the blank pages of this blog. I thought about trying to make a post a day for the entire year but I know that’s not going to happen. If it does great, but seriously who wants to know about the days I get up, go to work, go to the gym, cook dinner and then go to sleep. Now if someone, most likely me, happens to fall off the treadmill at the gym, I’ll make sure to write about that!

So here’s to my 2016 goal of once again blogging.

To Gnome Me Is to Love Me

I finally bit the bullet and got a tattoo. This truly fits me! I love the work my tattoo artist did! She did an amazing job!

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Return of Chris the Mouse

Several years ago my youngest daughter came to me and asked why she didn’t have an Elf that visits her. Some fool had introduced her to Elf On A Shelf. To this day we are still trying to figure out which parent to hang for this atrocity! That year there was not a single Elf On A Shelf to be found in my area and so Chris the Mouse was born.
As with all kids, my daughter grew up and Chris the Mouse stopped coming down to Texas on his Christmas vacation. That was until last night.
Sadly the past few years have not been good for him. I found out that Santa had to cut his labor force due to Obama Care and well, Chris the Mouse has not handled it well. He has turned to drinking and apparently he doesn’t handle his booze well. I don’t want to be around when he finds out that the severance pay he got is nothing but a freaking candy bar!

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