What's up?

Did a little housekeeping on the blog this morning in case you didn't notice! It's time to start getting into the seasonal spirit!

Which has been difficult.

Normally by now, the house is done, the baking has been started, the shopping (or at least the lists!) have begun.

This year? Nada. Nothing. Zip.

But you know, it'll happen. It always does. No need to add to the already prominent stress level by letting the pressures of society and the media get to you. Never mind hearing that some family members have already finished their shopping. Or are getting close to finishing it.

Sheesh...

So, I won't get all tizzled up and worried. I won't get stressed. The baking will be done. The house will get decorated. The shopping will commence.

Right after I finish having my nervous breakdown....

Ciao!

A conversation

Me: Oh, by the way, you're going to your Aunt's on Friday night

#1: Huh? Why?

Me: It's her birthday and we're going for cake

#1: Oh.....(lengthy pause).... can *insert female friend's name here* come with us?

Me: I'll have to ask

#1: Wait...who's all going?

Me: All the family

#1: Really? ....... that could get a little awkward...

Ciao!

Stress Leave

That's what I'm classifying my absence as.

The only good thing I have to tell you is that I won tickets to see my boy John when he plays here next spring!!

Which is a good thing because one, I didn't want to spend the $99.75 for that second row center, on the floor! seat....but I would've! and two...well there really isn't a two.

I'll be back on the weekend....

Ciao!

Today's the day....

The Perseids start.

Go figure eh?

Things could get interesting....

Ciao!

Edit.... Okay, it's the Leodnids...not the Perseids... all I know is that there's a lot going on, both up in the sky and here on the ground!

Sneeze sneeze...sniffle sniffle...

Hey, I'm sick. No excuse for the lack of posting last week, but just putting out there for the upcoming week....

I'm somewhat certain its not H1N1 as I already had that...just a pesky little head cold that will no doubt turn into something absolutely horrible that will enable me to take a week off of work without using up vacation....not!!

I do, however, love that it is now professionaly and socially acceptable to "when you're sick, STAY HOME"... it eases my guilty conscious somewhat.

Not mention that I can log in from home and work from here.... if I can think past the congestion!

See you when I'm better!

Ciao!

Let's be tossing words this way instead!

Okay, turns there may or may not be some dissention among certain people in the life of this blog writer. And it has to do with the blog writing.

Which is kinda weird.

I mean, I've been very up front and honest with those that really count with regard to my writing and this blogging thing I do. Not that you all don't count, but... those that are close to me.... well, they know me.

They know of what I write about.

They also know that what is written bears a very strong resemblance to my real life. Some of it more fact than fiction. And some of it more fiction than fact. They know this. But it still is a mirror of what goes on with me. In my life. In my thoughts and feelings.

So you can imagine the look on my face and the disbelief that was going through my mind when a previous post of mine was thrown back at me. Really.... just go ahead and try and imagine! Here, I'll help you out... It's not like I am slightly off centre with all the menopause shit I've been going through for the last how ever many frickin' years!! let's add to it stressed beyond belief with the many other aspects of my life ... you wanna throw a previous blog in my face???? You wanna talk about how it made you feel????

Sorry to say, but this blog is about how I feel... not anyone else.

But, rather than get pissed off, which by the way, was my first reaction, well, actually... I did get pissed off.... but not as pissed off as I could've got! I decided to write about it. You know, easier to type it out and vent this way rather than risk bodily harm and home displacement! Oh, and such harm and displacement would not be me if you dared to wonder.... I kid, I kid!

It's important to remember that, in this land of blogging, you really do need to take it with a grain of salt. You really need to understand that just because I've threatened to do harm to someone, doesn't necessarily mean I'm actually going to do it.

Just because I said that I love someone and what they've done even more now, doesn't mean I really love them in that kind of way. (I'm guessing you figured out the fuel for the fire here eh?) It also doesn't mean that I wouldn't mind ... uhmmm... okay.... never mind that part!

Just because I talk about something that happened and gave my perspective on what went down doesn't really mean that was the way it actually happened.

All this was made very clear right from the beginning, when I embarked on this outlet for writing and venting. Remember... you know the way it really is. You know the way it really goes down. You know me.

Okay, back to normal. I feel better. And really, that's all that matters now isn't it.

And no one got hurt ~ bonus!!

Ciao!

Just to give you some perspective

We've all seen the words "objects in mirror may be closer than they appear" right? They're usually found on the mirror on the passenger side of a car.

And they're pretty accurate. I know I've been surprised a few times that the car in the next lane was actually right there and not further back.

#2 was begging, and when I say begging, I mean really begging!! He was going on and on and on non-stop about how he absolutely had to try the twins. He thought that they looked so cute and in his mind figured it to be a pretty good deal. Two smaller sized burgers for less than the price of the namesake that they came from.

You're probably asking yourself "what the hell does this have to do with the writing on the mirror?" Well....I've got a new one for you. Actually, I'm sure it's been used before... as a matter of fact, I know it has, but whatever. It suits.

Objects may appear larger on TV than they do in real life.


And like the blog title indicates, here's the reality



To give you an idea of how big they actually are.... But hey, they're tasty little morsels I'm told!

Ciao!

Grumpy McGrumpster

I probably shouldn't be writing a blog.

I'm in a real pissy mood. Downright bad and nasty if I do say so myself.

And for those that know me, this kind of mood doesn't happen often. Rarely actually. Incredibly rarely.

But when it does, it really does!!

I thought that if I sat at the computer, poured myself a glass of grape (nevermind the time...I'm in a bad mood!!!), and attempted to vent some of my mood out through my fingers, (rather than through physical violence) then, well, maybe I might be able to salvage what could be a pleasant evening ahead of me. #1 is working. #2 is going to a buddies and, well, yeah...home alone with no children.... just imagine the potential!!

A foul mood, however, does not make for a fun time. And try as I might to figure out what has got me ticked right off, I can't really put my finger on it. Could it possibly be that the amount of stuff that has pissed me off and triggered the bad mood is so much that I don't even know where to begin? Possibly I've harboured it all for so long that I don't have a clue what's got me bugged....

If I was to try and find a place to start, it would probably be the state of my bathroom. I mean seriously.... ??? Do they not know how to hang up a towel? Put TP back on the holder? Quit pissing on the seat (it lifts you know...and it also goes back down!!!) I know, I know, same old shit, just a different day. I've griped about this before, and while I know it could possibly be getting old for you readers, imagine how old it's getting for me??

I LIVE WITH IT!!

Or that not one of them knows how, or when, to do the dishes? Or where the freakin' dishes belong once the yelling that took place for them to do the damn dishes has subsided and everything is said and done and put away and then I attempt to find the frickin' things? Hello??? What part of "this is where the plastics go, this is where the glass dishes go" do you not get??

Maybe it might be the laundry that gets washed, dried, folded and stacked, waiting for them to put it away, that still sits at the top of the stairs, or at the end of the bed, that inevitably finds its way back into the laundry because they were too lazy to put it away and when they were advised that I wanted all the laundry brought up, they brought the clean stuff up too. I'm getting kind of sick of washing clean clothes by the way. I'm sure Hydro loves me, but yeah.....

Or is that they do not have a freakin' clue of how to put something back where it belongs? I pick up and put away and then they say "oh, look what I found...I thought I lost this" and then leave it laying about, waiting for me to put it away....again!

I'm in a really bad mood. But I might be feeling a little better now.

Leave your emails and comments to yourself if they're nothing but supportive. I know you all have teenagers that are just like mine. And if not yet, you will have. And I promise to be supportive and keep my mouth shut when you bitch!

Ciao!

And the Star fell....

I like to say that they're shooting, but this time, it was most definately falling.

Right there, in the southwestern sky.

I looked up and saw it. And I watched it.

Watched it fall....

You see, I hold these astronomical signs in high esteem. Very high esteem.

The moon. The planets. The stars. What happens with them always seems to have some kind of impact on my life.

Sometimes a very large impact.

Just like dreams. The ones I can remember anyway. They all mean something. They re-direct my life.

They all hold meaning.

After I saw the star fall.... I waited.

I knew that there would be someting that would happen.

Whether it be a dream I had coming into reality, or something that was actually conscious, finding a resolution.

The star fell tonight.

Bright as bright could be....

Ciao!

ps....this was posted from my couch....from my laptop....without an internet cable attached to it.... how cool is this???

Lessons Learned

So.... SG wanted the camera the other day.

I relented and let him use it.

By doing so I missed many a photo opportunity.

But it was okay. I got over it.

The camera was returned to my possession and I was happy.

Click click click went I.

Plenty of photos later, all with a blog theme in mind, I was content.

Except all the batteries were gone.

As was the USB cable.

So.... you get me griping and not the visual experience you knew had to be coming.

Guess what Santa's bringing SG???

Click click.

Ciao!

As previously stated....

I am soooo weak!!

I couldn't resist it. I really, really, REALLY!!! wanted to... but I'm sorry, you can't put this kind of temptation in front of me and not expect me to do it.... my self discipline (or lack thereof)... well, it all goes to shit.

This is not the raw cuts or the live recordings.

This is the real deal!!!!!

I tried... but I couldn't.

I did it.

I clicked.

And you should too! I think that I am more in love with this man and his music than I have been with anything else this boy has done....

Go ahead, do it.... click!

And listen.

Then... on November 17th, get your ass out to the store and buy it!

Ciao!