Thanksgiving Mutterings!

Okay, I know I am getting bored of mutterings when i am searching for themes for them all!
This weeks theme... Dysfunctional Family phrases on thanksgiving!

1. Spit it out ::
Grandma is senile and pre-stuffed that turkey LAST WEEK!

2. Shadow ::
Look at Crazy Uncle Sammy kids, He is making shadows of a turkeys neck on the wall with his... OH NO, get the kids out of here!





3. Database ::
Your sister didn't bring her stuffing surprise this year, her recipe database got the hallmark virus we were all forewarned about.

4. Expression ::
Wow Aunt Rose Nice expression on your turkey dessert!





5. Boss ::
You invited MY boss to our holiday dinner? Uncle luke, get me the carving knife!

6. Baby ::
Oooh Look how big Nate & Tate's sweet Baby has gotten. She is two already? And you still can't think of a name for her? We will all help you!

7. Mystic ::
Uncle Bubba would like to say the thanksgiving prayer today! He believes he is the vessel for the mystic pilgrim spirit who resides inside of him.

8. Kate ::
It's unanimous! KATE is a perfect name for the baby!

9. Boobies ::
I know she just got them Hank, but does your sister have to show Them to EVERYONE who asks her to pass the sweet potatoes?

10. Raid ::
MARY! it's 2 am! What are you and crazy Uncle Sammy doing down here? umm umm.. WE are RAiding the fridge for leftovers! Yeah, that's it! What else would I be doing with crazy Sam at 2 A M ?

mutterings

did u ever?

After waiting FOREVER for a best buy guy (Not THAt one Sherrie) to find me a David Cook cd, And then waiting for TEN minutes on line because there were only two cashiers... I FINALLY got to pay for my cd. Just as she took my change out of the register and BEFORE she ripped the receipt and gave me both... The OTHER cashier, who apparently was having a lot of trouble and was THE cause of the tie up on line.. asks MY cashier for help. WITHOUT handing me the change that is IN HER F*&%ing Palm, she begins to walk over to assist the other cashier! Is it NOT common sense to finish up with your customer first? I find that At 49 yrs. old, I don't wait anymore for their common sense to kick in, I demand it. I said 'excuse me, please finish my transaction first, I need to GO".
I feel like i encounter this kind of ignorance/inconsiderateness EVERYWhERE today and it totally pisses me off~!
what about u?
(hey..did u notice I am starting a repeating theme segment? "Did u ever".. Look for these to pop up once in a while) I got the idea from clever skittlesand her quickies!
here are my last two!
did u ever
did u ever

A lucky lady's grateful shout-out

(hope you're listening to my synchronized song choice)




It's such a coincidence that Grateful is the prompt from Sunday Scribblings this week. A few hours ago I was just talking to a client about how grateful I am, for my husbands ways which I know were partly inherited from
his special dad.
One thing I've sadly found out through blogging is there are many readers who DON'T want to hear the loving, positive qualities in someone's loved one. They find it nauseating. I don't know what that means about that type of person, I really don't care either! If you are this type of person, Move on to the next blog on your reader, or You WILL throw up! I am not writing this for you. I am writing this for me. For too many years, I covertly avoided drawing attention to this side of my marriage. Partly, because I didn't want to sound like I was boasting, when Most of my girlfriends constantly complained that their husbands never did enough for them. I am finally wise enough to acknowledge and appreciate HOW lucky I am and That I SHOULD be shouting it from a freaking mountain top!

Through examples from his own dad and from the love in his own heart, My husband is one of the most considerate, giving husbands that I know of. I can't believe I used to find his considerateness sometimes embarrassing, sometimes silly. What in the world was wrong with me in my youth? The example I just shared today with my client was that When our kids were younger, If we all went shopping at the mall, I wasn't to carry anything, NOT ONE bag. Instead of being grateful and honored, i used to think he was being ridiculous. I'd protest and say.. I'm not an invalid, Let me have something. But he insisted and I'd let him have his way. My boys would chime in and say... 'MoM! we can handle it".
When my husband was a small boy he routinely witnessed the kind acts his dad did for his mother. One tale is..each time his dad took food off the barbecue He would first Go over to his wife's plate and give her the best of whatever he had cooked. The perfect pork chop. The steak cooked exactly to her liking. Then my father-in-law would give the kids the next best grilled food and lastly he took for himself whatever looked burnt or less desirable. My husband follows this exact ritual with us. He has so many selfless rituals of adoration and devotion. After 28 years of marriage.. He still gets to the car door handle before I can to open my door. He opens doors for me wherever we go together. He enjoys warming up my car before I go somewhere on a cold day. Almost every single morning, He carefully schedules his time frame that he needs to get ready for work, so that he can Take the 10 minutes and blow out my hair for me. I often joke that even Madonna mustn't have a hairstylist do her hair EVERYday! He tells me it's the best 10 minutes of his morning.
He helps cleanup dinner every night and makes sure our kids also lend me a hand. He helps me clean our home, NEVER wanting me to do the heavy jobs. There is not a day that goes by that he doesn't tell me a beautiful compliment. Most importantly, He always tries to make me feel valued and important. Everything he does, he does it with my best interest in heart and mind. Gratitude is not a big enough word to describe what's in my heart for my caring, sensitive husband, my best friend forever.
What I also adore about WHO he is, is that I know he is passing on these respectful, loving rituals to our three watchful sons. To this day,
Any time I am out shopping with one of my 2 younger sons, it touches my heart that they INSIST on carrying all of the bags for me. (my eldest is a rebel when it comes to bags) All three of them are gentlemen and open doors for not only me but for anyone entering with them. With the loving examples my sons have been exposed to, and the genes that I swear are partially responsible for this extraordinary reverence and admiration for women, I feel they are bound to also be the kind of husbands, who any smart, lucky lady would be so grateful to call hers.

Poor sweet Daisy

Every time I visit Queen-sized funny bone and see the photos of her adorable chihuahuas, my heart gives a tug. I think it's time I finally tell my Chihuahua story...

When I was a little girl I had an adorable chihuahua named Daisy. She was white like the one in this photo and shook like a leaf in every situation. She always slept with me and would stay curled up way down under the covers near my feet. I carried her around everywhere I went. When I rode my bike, I would plop her in the basket and make her sit down so she didn't fall out. One day, even though Daisy was staying like a good girl, I went over a bump in my street and POP, UP came Poor Daisy and BAM down in the street. I slammed on my brakes dropped the bike and ran to her in a panic.
She cried only a bit but I cried for an hour. I held her on my lap while sitting on the side of the road. I kept telling her "Im so sorry daisy" "Im so so sorry" "Are you okay girl?"As I pet her, I remember even bringing up to her, the time I took it upon myself to cut her black nails and I accidently made her bleed A LOT and I didn't know what to do, because no one was at home. I told her again now, HOW awful I felt about that time I hurt her nails and how scared that had made me too. I promised her I would never make her come for a ride again. I carried her back home and put her in her doggie bed. I went back and got my bike and put it away. I pulled myself together, not an easy task for an eight or nine year old. I never told my Mom what had happened that day.
A few weeks later, Daisy was acting strange. Every-time she would make one little move, she would start yipping. It was so scary and I was so sure it was from the fall. Still, I didn't confess. Reluctantly My mom took my little Daisy to the vet. The news was just horrifying. Poor Daisy had a slipped disc in her spine and would have to be put to sleep. I'm sure the vet must have suggested back surgery, but that scenario was never told to me. I had to say goodbye to my sweet little girl, who I loved with all my heart. The grief combined with the stabbing guilt I felt was simply unbearable. I cried non-stop for more than a week. My family was supportive at first, but after a few days.. they thought there was something very wrong with my never-ending grieving.
Till this day, my heart pangs everytime I think of her. Thankfully as an adult I let go of a lot of that guilt. I was a little girl, with very little supervision. Daisy's injury could have been avoided, had I been told NOT to put her in that basket. Good judgment doesn't come so easy to a child. I silently carried the pain in my heart for this little dog for so many guilty years. Confession feels so good, no matter how many years it's been. She will never be forgotten and I will never stop feeling this deep remorse for shortening her sweet,precious life.

Let's all do this!

My sweet friend sent me this info in an email, I think it is a GREAT IDEA!!
"When doing your Christmas cards this year, take one card and
send it to this address. If we pass this on and everyone sends one card, think of how many cards these wonderful special people who have sacrificed so much would get."
before linking you to the address in the email, I googled it first and found out the emails address is incorrect. Apparently it's an email that is circulating with the wrong address. I was linked directly to the walter reed army medical centers
web address and it was there that I was given a Correct address... Here it is..

Holiday Mail for Heroes
P.O. Box 5456
Capitol Heights, MD. 20791-5456

All cards must be postmarked no later than Dec. 10. Cards should not be mailed or delivered to Walter Reed Army Medical Center.

For more information, visit www.wramc.amedd.army.mil or www.redcross.org/holidaymail for Holiday Mail for Heroes program guidelines.Walter Reed is not accepting mail addressed to "A Recovering American Soldier."

In case you've already copied that circulated address down, hope you will correct it and make a note of this one. If you approve of this wonderful idea, besides participating... please pass it on too!

another frenzy

This whole internet thing is so frightening. I know I am pretty naive, but I am starting to realize, when it comes to this forum I am pitifully naive. I have this site meter thing on my blog only because My blogging mentor advised it. I have rarely checked this thing. Well, I was mortified to see that every perv out there who types in 'Ass Massage' is coming up with that old post I wrote about THAT! (ooops! I guess they will see this one too!) Then, horrified I googled my blogs name. WELL! I don't KNow HoW but stuff comes up that knows about where I went to beauty school! Where I work! (ooops again!) I mean It's not like I googled my ACTUAL name! Shouldn't we all be concerned about this? I am feeling naked. I feel like I want to close all my shades and stay inside a while. I also see there are other Luluspetals. One girl added the word ARt (from what I saw she is quite a good artist.) Her email is one dash off from mine. As freaked out as I am I am also perturbed by this, I thought that was only my name. I don't know a lot but I think all this information will ALWAYS be out there, am I right? AFter I am dead, will googling ass massage (ooops, did it again) link future pervs to read all my about MY past? How DOES this actually work? Does anyone else find this disconcerting? Maybe I can start a new blog, not tell any true facts and invite no friends. but, That just doesn't sound like much fun. I think I am going to at least change my photo to a cartoon or something like this...

seduction

corrupt
intellect
tension

forbidden fruit tension is very sweet
first base wont due to corrupt desire
shake off my dress, discard intellect
shake my fantasy to flame with your fire


visit 3 word wednesday

what color is your brain?

Okay it's day 18 of nablopomo... and I am getting desperate! I think it may not be too long until I take a WISE friends advice and dump this daily thing! In the meanwhile, I dug up this from saved drafts... (don't count on accuracy for your brain results.. Mine is ANYTHING BUT mellow!I am CONSTANTLy trying to think away my troubles!)

Your Brain is Blue

Of all the brain types, yours is the most mellow. You tend to be in a meditative state most of the time. You don't try to think away your troubles. Your thoughts are realistic, fresh, and honest. You truly see things as how they are. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about your friends, your surroundings, and your life.

What Color Is Your Brain?

Doggie Mutterings

When I looked at these mutterings, I thought they all related so well to my beloved dogs.
what do u think?

1. Please stop ::
barking at the smallest noise

2. Move over ::
your laying on my foot

3. Sweet as ::
a dog should be

4. Bet ::
you are really a reincarnated human

5. Mad about ::
u always pooping at the groomers, but i still love u

6. It’s over ::
before you know it, let me brush your teeth

7. Intend to ::
walk you more often

8. Blame ::
myself that you aren't more disciplined

9. Jefferson ::
wouldn't have been a better choice of names for you, I love Molly and Cosmo

10. Heartless ::
is anyone who doesn't love animals

mutterings

feelin' a bit wacky!

I am feeling Like I am in a constant state of being 'unsettled' Don't ask me to explain, as I don't even know what that means. It's like I am anxiously awaiting a monumental change to take place.
I guess we could guess that change is,well.. THE change! I am about that age! My poor husband wakes each day and doesn't know WHICH wife he should expect will greet him. Snapping one minute, and crying the next. Laughing at his usual antics or getting totally annoyed by them. Needing to be held followed by needing to be left totally alone! (I know what u must be wondering and..No! I've haven't been diagnosed with a mental illness! YeT!) I've never been one to turn to drugs even for a headache, but let me tell you I am thinking about taking SOmEthiNG right about now! My adult kids have been telling/teasing me for years.... "Mom, you need pot more than anyone we know!" To which I usually snippily respond.. What the hell does that mean?! Could it be, my kids are more insightful than I give them credit? Where does one even get pot?(unfortunately, I bet my kids know the answer) Can u imagine? Me on drugs? with my indigenous paranoia, I will be scared to death it's tainted pot! I better invest in a Much TALLER wine glass. That's about all i think I can handle.
I know you have nothing that you can say that can help me.. but gee.. any words of wisdom or support would be so appreciated ( well, just know, right NOW they would be but by the time I read them they MAY piss me off)

What was Your birth day Hit?

The Number one song on the day I was born was: A big hunk of love by Elvis ( I have NO idea what song that is!!)
SO...
I would love to know yours! ... go here..
flashback charts
then leave me a comment and let us know the top hit on the day u were born!
(thanks Gill)

Is it hot in here?

BILL the Vampire!->>


OH MY God it's A BOOK!!!
One of my clients just MADE mY week!
I have been going crazy over the HBO series- True Blood. Have you seen this show? Do you think it's as HOT as I do? I feel a tiny bit embarrassed to admit this to EVERYONE! but mama mama mia, I really find it extremely exciting each week! Be warned it is NOT for the kids! Not even the BIG kids! I chase them all away, it would be like watching a porn with your family, NOT exactly my style!
BUT NOW when it goes off the air in two more episodes. :(
I will start the books. They are called The southern vampire Mysteries by Charlaine Harris.
The first in the series is called Dead before Dark. I just reserved it at my library. If you want to know the premise read what Wikipedia had to say.. here
I am getting such a kick out of HOW many of my FEMALE clients are as fired up over BILL the vampire as I am! Holy Moly talk about your desperate housewives! One woman that i know for so many years was so excited telling me about her favorite scene that I didn't recognize her!
I've never heard her get so loud or laugh so hard! haha During one episode, BIll (the hottie vampire) climbs out from under the earth, Naked and well.. HOT and just makes love to sookie (Anna Paquin) right there in the dirt. I am hoping, like it usually goes, THE booK will be much better! much more detailed! and even Hotter! haha I may never take the time to blog again if these books are as thrilling as the show! I'm surprised that after all these weeks watching it, I've never noticed the book mentioned in the credits.
I'm NOT surprised that my husband chose his halloween costume wisely this year. YeaH! he went to work decked out in fangs, cape and nice pale face! He didn't want me to show the pic! damn!
(very Bill ish! )

a Stranger

As I was checking out at my Stop and shop last week, I intuitively knew SOmEtHinG was up by how the employees were acting- Staring towards the other end of the store, whispering to themselves. There was a hush in the air. I asked my check out lady.. Is something wrong? She stared intensely into my eyes a few seconds and said.. "well, I guess I will tell you, Someone tried to shop lift a grocery cart full, and When the security guard tried to stop him, he slashed the kids face. He was bleeding real bad, and an ambulance came for him.. You can't leave out that door down there, the police have it blocked." I was so horrified! I said "the kid? how old is the security guard?" She said in his twenties. OH NO! My heart just about broke for this poor boy. To have that kind of serious injury and be scarred for life over a basket of food?! I couldn't help thinking of my own twenty something kids. It also scared the hell out of me, that this was all going on, while I was in my own world down each aisle. I know crimes and injustices happen everywhere, but geeez.. it shocks you when it's right where you shop each week. I wasn't nervous to walk out to my car because the police literally had the place surrounded. I over heard that they still didn't get the bastard. All week, I just keep thinking of the poor kid. I know he is a total stranger to me, but I keep saying a silent prayer that he will be okay.

friday fill in

1. Please feel free to rub my shoulders ( long day at work! )
2. When I Make a pot of soup I can't help sniffing it occasionally. (Janet- this a strange one!)
3. My favorite thing to cook is anything my family enjoys ( and chicken soup for me)
4. A foot rub is something I can't get enough of. (can u tell? my feet hurt from this long day)
5. That's the thing I love most about a pedicure- the foot rub!
6. A chocolate craving always makes me think to myself, what the heck?
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to well since it's already 10.. BED , tomorrow my plans include a very busy day cutting hair and if my husband wants to be a prince.. A FOOT rub at night!! and Sunday, I want to Tackle cleaning upstairs closets and draws (what fun, huh?!)

it's raining dogs and dogs.

I don't know if you know this about me... I can make it rain! YES.. It works like a charm. All I have to do is make a grooming appointment for my two C R A Z Y pooches. I can make it a week before, a few weeks before or even a MONTH before I want it to rain. GUARANTEED.. the day arrives and it's pouring out. If you ever need a rainy day.. just tell me, I will call and make an appointment for them.
I used to groom my dogs myself. The cost is just ridiculous. But these two are just too much to handle. I would rather do a few Human haircuts and use the money to pay for the dogs to get done. When I walk Molly and Cosmo into their grooming salon, I usually announce.. THE Yapper and crapper are here!! The whole procedure is just exhausting, embarrassing and truly so damn aggravating. Cosmo is SO exited in the car he just yaps CONTINUOUSLY. By the time I drive the 12 minutes to the place my nerves are shattered! Molly just moans pig noises in the car, but it never fails.. No matter how long of an opportunity she has to poop before we go, She always walks in the place and immediately Poops on their floor! I don't know how this has happened. I used to be such a great pet owner. My cute bichon frises Blinky, was the first dog my husband and I owned.(he REALLY needed a haircut in this pic!!)
We took him to obedience school and he was a prince to take anywhere. Next came our little angel, our wheaten terrier.

I used all MY obedience training skills and SHE was also an obedient,sweet perfect girl. I guess ..life just got too busy? Cosmo CAN sit.


(the staying is another story). He can shake hands and dance around on his hind legs a long time! and BOY can he f*&%ing BARK! Molly can... well... Molly is cute!


She ALWAYS comes when u call her.( mostly because she is afraid of being outside) She is Never constipated! That's pretty good! and BOY can she also BARK! It would be nice if I could get them to behave a bit better and be able to do their grooming myself. Alas, I am stuck with a day of rain and torture every 2 months.
Oh! I forgot to tell you... I also can predict which line at costco is about to... A) count the money in the draw and shove it in that shoot B) change cashiers or C) have a customer count out 150.00 in coins!.... It's whatever Line I am on!

Love

Blush
Quiver
Tenderness

Most days my morning routine of getting ready for the day consists of doing everything quick. quick shower, quick makeup and hair scrunch. I quickly look at myself in the mirror and hate the crows feet around my tired looking eyes. As I apply blush like I'm speed painting, I notice how much better my chin would look if I could only pull up on my chubby cheeks. Scrunching while cursing my frizzy curls... As I am getting older, I am wishing to find more time to s l o w down for leisure pampering. Primping like I used to enjoy in my younger PRE- working-mommy Crazy days. This luxury only seems to happen lately, if I am getting ready for a date night out with my husband. The shower much longer, trying new body oils. Shaving both legs at the SAME time.
Taking time to massage fragrant creams into my skin.. extra massaging for legs, feet, arms, neck.
During this pampering he usually walks into our bedroom and with one sensuous look I read the piercing tenderness and love he feels so deeply for me. Somehow my unruly hair then strikes me as wild and beautiful. My crows feet are ignored as I slowly apply my eye makeup to eyes refreshed. Exhilarated to the way he can make me quiver and truly savor the sensuality of being a woman.

3 word wednesday

holiday idea

With the holidays around the corner..
I want to share a cute idea I had one Thanksgiving a few years back.
I had about 17 guests coming for dinner. I rummaged through old photos and found baby pictures of most of the kids coming and The youngest pictures I could find of the adults.
I went to the dollar store and bought 17 tiny gold frames. I used these in place of place setting cards when I set the table. Next to everyones plate, was a little gold frame. I told the youngest children to try to guess WHO was WHO and WhERE everyone should sit. The kids got such a kick out of seeing everyone in their youth And they had trouble deciding which baby was which kid! It really made for a fun time and of course everyone enjoyed bringing home their little frame.
here is the one I made for my husband...


and one for my middle son..

weren't they such cutie pies? Ever notice that every little boy in the 50's and 60's were dressed in the sharpest little suits? They were like little gangsters back then. My boys didn't own a suit till their first communions.. anyway..
I hope someone reading might decide to try this during an upcoming celebration!
If you do, hope you will let me know how it goes! (I so wish I could find a picture of my holiday table set with all the little frames.)
nablopomo day 12!

i need to rant about hoops

Often through my week, as different things happen, I think.. ~I should blog about this. ~But typical of me, when It comes time to sit down and type, those weekly thoughts have vanished. Lately however, One constant theme keeps happening week after week after week... Society is making me, well probably not just me, US... jump through hoops and I just can't stand it anymore.
I need to rant about The few examples that have Not vanished from my mentalpaused brain.
I call the dr. to make a flu shot app't. for my son. They say.. come in at 2:10 on Friday. I nicely ask (btw.. I am always nice.. NICE does NOT help) 'Do you have something just a few minutes later? My son gets out of school at 2 and I know I could be there by 2:20.' The nurse says, 'Sorry NO, 2:10 is the only appointment left, and they run a tight ship with flu shots'
So stupid me.. I get to my son's school by 1:40. I have to sign him out which in this crazy school consists of first showing photo ID, THEN going to the attendance office THEN go to the main office THEN sign out... Holy Crap! I didn't get OUT of there till 1:55!! BUT, Like the prompt ass I ALWAYS AM, we get to the pediatrician by exactly 2:05. we sit... 2:10, 2:15, 2:20, BY 2:25 .. I walk up to the desk and say ( not as nice as usual btw) "Excuse me, I checked my son out of school to get here promptly at 2:10 because I was told they can Not see him at 2:20.. Here it is 2:25 and we are waiting 20 minutes for a flu shot! how much longer will it be?"
Does it not seem like I am a trained seal jumping through their hooops??

The next day- a saturday, The same son had to be at school early for homecoming. He is in the band. I saw the forecast and said to him, 'it's suppose to rain, How do you know if it's canceled?' He said, 'the band teacher said.. We have to attend rain or shine.' It is quite a juggling act for my family on saturdays, because both my husband and I work. Our older kids try helping us out with driving our younger son places. They both had other commitments, so my husband went to work a little later , so he could first take our youngest son to the school. As soon as he got there (in the rain) they had a person waving everyone on, telling them .. 'homecoming is canceled'. THIS from a school that leaves those automated emails and phone messages for every little poop that goes on there.
"This is principle SoandSo today a stranger was spotted driving around our school. we called the police.".. .."This is principle soandso Tomorrow is spirit day!"... " This is principle soandso have you joined the pta?"..." This is principle Soandso, we had a blackout during periods 1 and 2 today."..." This is principle soandso tomorrow is locker clean out day".... THAT is principle soandso constantly interrupting our dinner with these ridiculous calls. FOR goodness sakes Principle soandso.. Can't you give a shout-out that homecoming is canceled? Prevent a whole family from having to wake/shower/eat/dress/make arrangements and do all this earlier than normal, just to drive 12 minutes each way to jump through your damn hoops?? I mean, for the teacher to say "you have to show up rain or shine?" Knowing They won't march in a parade in the rain, WhAt kind of inconsiderate nonsense is this?? It's hoops! that's what it is. I am damn tired of it.
DON'T even get me started about the fancy hoop tricks my health insurance company is constantly getting me to perform. YOU Can't have that med that the DOCTOR prescribed, it's not covered.. here are your choices.. you could have these 2 from column A or this 1 from column B.
Oh your doctor doesn't want you to take those? TOO BAD, then Pay the 200.00 a month for the one she does want you to take. We will throw in a fortune cookie that says "na-na na na-na!!"
Or the drug store calls you with your rejection and asks Do you know Which drugs you ARE covered for? you get out that formulary pamphlet the health co. sent you, you ramble off only 2 out of the 10 choices and the 14 yr.old store employee cuts you off and says, 'That's good enough, I'll call your Dr. and give her those 2 names to choose from.' Now, SHE is prescribing MY medicine? The child who works at cvs??
Your given a script from the doc for an MRI... ooop, wait! Must call the insurance Company for authorization..
You need an MRI? who says so? The Doctor?? (chuckle) no, WE don't think so. you didn't have enough X-rays to qualify and move up to our MRI prize round. Get the unnecessary radiation first and then MAYBE if the approval person had a good BM today and is feeling sunny.. She will give you an okay, and you could advance to the winners circle. If Not, jump through some written hoops and after a few weeks, maybe we'll listen again. Maybe not.
How do we stop this craziness in this circus called everyday life?
Let the rant spread... Tell me about YOUR hoops!

did u ever?

Did you ever have such a vivid memory about something long ago and kind of insignificant?
We were driving home from our very lovely **'anniversary date' ** a couple of weeks ago.
Bjork came on the cd player. My husband began reminiscing about how he had first discovered her. ( he loves Bjork... his motto? A day without Bjork is like a day without sunshine)
He knew EXACTLY when he
had first heard the song playing and how he HAD to run out the very next day and buy her album.
He THEN was able to remember exactly Which job location he was working on at that time, Which fellow workers were there...
AND that Weird Al Yankovich was the V.J. Who played that miraculous bjork song! As I listened with great interest (not really, I had heard this story already, but I wanted to let
him have his memory) We drove past a restaurant that We had last gone to when I was pregnant with my eldest son On NEW YEARS DAY 1984! I excitedly said to my husband...hey, hey... I REMEMBER going there! On New Years day 1984, we were with so and so and so and so AND... I WAS WEARING THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK MATERNITY TOP THAT PHYLLIS HAD LENT ME! To which he laughed and replied... "yet we both DON'T remember where last years halloween decorations are!" Did u ever experience weird memories like these??

** Our anniversary date- I realize I never wrote a post about this special day.. We had A lovely dinner at a favorite italian restaurant, and then we went to see the movie, The Secret life of bees. Very typical of my husband.. He insisted I choose the restaurant AND the movie. I asked.. what is it only MY anniversary? As much as he tried to enjoy my choice, My husband dosed at the theater. I really wanted to see this film, because I read the book years ago and really adored it. Unfortunately,
The movie was a bit like honey... sweet but Oh so slow.

unconscious Mutterings

I made a personal vow that I would stay away from memes and fill ins for a while.. I have a tendency to change my mind.... Quickly..

1. Coverage ::
I am always shocked at how little 'coverage' there is on so many fat ladies at the beach.

2. Cynical ::
Gee , how I just sounded.

3. Gust ::
I let out a gust that sounded like a dying bird when i sliced my index finger yesterday

4. Improvised ::
How Did Lucy know the words to every song that came on? She improvised.

5. V ::
Oh this is easy.. V= VaMpiRe.. true blood tonight on HBO can't get enough of this vampire show!!

6. Guests ::
I love entertaining guests for the holidays, but unfortunately, I am passing on it this year.

7. Brutal ::
The brutal truth? If the truth is brutal.. Sometimes it's best to fib.

8. Grant ::
Grant us Peace

9. Pull ::
yourself together.. You CAN do it!

10. Streaming ::
Tears streaming down blackened by mascara.

mutterings

nablopomo my butt.. I just posted TWICE in one day! Yah!