Gone Baby Gone

buh bye for one week

Bearforce1 - Christmas is here

Waiting on Santa and Presents

I wish the lights had been plugged in. The cat also likes to sit under the tree. They have a month to wait..Sorry kids.

No Escape

I sat here at my computer catching up on blogs last night and noticed that my new mail button was popping up pretty frequently. I clicked to check the new mail and to my horror almost all of them were ads. As I sat there looking at my inbox, a few more popped in withing seconds of each other. I sat there watching mesmerized like rubbernecking at car accident. It was like a drive by shooting with an AK47. They just continued to pour in. Helpless I started deleting, but the more I deleted the more they seemed to fill up my already overflowing mailbox. There was no escape or retreating. I shuddered thinking about my junk e-mail address I use for signing stupid stuff up looked like.

Heroin Chic

I'm currently spoting a great look for the holidays. Heroin chic. As if the hospital didn't leave enough damage on every visible vein, the lab today finished it off. They actually blew out three more veins. So that's five nice bruises with track marks. And my ever so honest friends "You look thin and tired". Dammit, the scale says I'm the same. I did however wash my grungy hair this afternoon. After a very long weekend with the wedding and the concert. I'm glad the wedding was Sat and the concert on Sunday. I have been helping out my dark circles under my eyes by crying about everything I watched on TV today. Everything. Today should have been a full day of rest but I had you know "shit" to do. I hate that. Tomorrow I get to drive to Orlando to see my fav specialist. I'll have the pleasure of driving home at rush hour, so there's that to look forward too. Wed, rest? Nope. Shop for Thursday Brunch. Brunch on Thanksgiving? Yep. It's Mom's birthday and that's what she wants. Honey can cook it. Oh AND then we get to go to his family's dinner! Yay! So maybe, maybe, maybe Friday I can sleep. All damn day. Then next week it's off to Paris and London. I can sleep on the plane if I'm lucky.

I'm In Love

The acoustic guitar. Like drums or the human voice, this instrument is so common in Western popular music, it's easy to take for granted. Until you hear what it can do in the hands of an artist like Yoav. Charmed And Strange, the debut album from the London-based singer-songwriter, incorporates myriad sounds: woozy vapor trails; clipped, modern club beats; Middle Eastern flourishes; flashes of quiet introspection reminiscent of Nick Drake; eerie outcries a la Jeff Buckley. All crafted by Yoav, using only his voice, an acoustic guitar, simple effects and treatments… and a lot of imagination.

Yoav opened for Tori Amos tonight in Melbourne, Fl at the King Center, I'm in love. He is a one man act and played barefoot. He has a sexy mixed accent.. Awesome range

Tori rocked as usual and once again, I was at the same concert as her parents. She gave a shout out to her mom and sang an impromptu "pass the chicken" ditty.

Bummer

I'm out of NaBloPoMo. And because of my choice to leave the hospital today for a wedding rehearsal dinner tonight, a wedding tomorrow, and the Tori Amos concert on Sunday..I'm out of morphine since 12:30 today. Hopefully a good nights sleep will help. Maybe I should have stayed in, I'm going to rough it out and smile pretty the whole time. Can't wait to catch up on every body's blogs. Like on Monday. Nite nite.

Might As Well Go Blonde

I am becoming senile. Honey was reminding me to take my afternoon meds, and I mentioned to Mom, who was visiting for dinner, that Honey was reminding me now for my meds. She looked at me and said you are becoming absentminded. Yeah, well no kidding. I miss my memory. I lose my train of thought easily and sometimes I can't form words. So what did we do all this weekend? Played Scrabble.

The memory loss is a symptom of me being sick, it's pretty text book. Ammonia builds up in my blood and causes memory loss, confusion and a few other mental quirks. I take medicine to keep it in check but sometimes it just doesn't work. But I can usually double dose (ok with Dr's) and not go to the hospital. The last time I was in the hospital I couldn't remember my own phone number which was bad, and I would try to pick up the phone and instead my hand would go for the water pitcher...

Luckily, I'm a pretty quiet person, I don't say much, so it really isn't notable unless you are close to me. Bad thing, I forgot I put something under the broiler tonight and we had charred cheese. Some people are naturally forgetful, but my mind used to be quick and I didn't require much time to act and could multi-task. Now? Not so much. Seriously.

I Wanna Be Pretty

Pretty is as pretty does. (old-fashioned) something that you say which means that you should judge people by the way they behave, not by their appearance.

Last night we were in bed talking and I began to try to describe someone to Honey. I repeated information that I had gleaned over a long span of years without ever actually seeing that person in my adult life. I was gossiping in bed with my husband. I stopped myself, and said "Wait. Wait a minute that person could be 180 degrees different these days. I don't know them, so why was I gossiping? I'm sure that person's feelings would be hurt if they knew, mine would be. What I'm saying is I don't like when I gossip about people I know. Gossip is ugly and I've been known to get a little ugly now and again

She Stole Her Grannies Socks

I love this picture, not only does she look real, the white socks clinches it for me. The temperature has been dropping here and our floor if freezing cold. Lately I have been getting up in the middle of the night to put socks on, and when Honey gets home, he never fails me to say "You had your granny socks on".

In Honey's eyes, white panties, white socks and white bras = Granny Panties. It could be a white g-string and he would ask me why I have Granny Panties on.

Luckily, I wear mostly black and or colorful undergarments.


Brian Walker 2007, Plastic Fantastic
Contemporary Photography, Australia

Lick The Sun

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You Won't Make It Through My VIP Red Velvet Ropes

If you own a sweater like this, you probably aren't going to be invited over for a Holiday Party at my house. If somehow you manage to fly under my radar and get an invtation, do not show up in your Christmas Sweater. Peopel, designers out there make very nice holiday clothes. Velvets, Laces, Satin, Silks and Brocades. You will be turned away at the door if you are carrying chex mix and wearing a sweater with reindeer on it.

Help My Brain Is Melting

I'm getting dementia. Seriously. I'm out shopping today after meeting some friends at lunch, my phone rings. It's my Mom. "Aren't you coming over?". Um, yeah, I'm almost there. Which actually I was , I just wasn't heading to her house. So I swerve across three lanes of traffic merge and do a u-turn. I'm at her house in two minutes. I get inside, uh oh, she's not in her "track suit". She has real clothes on, I don't. "Remind me again what we are doing". She looks at me funny.. "I'm serious!".

"We are going to Orlando". Oh yeah. Now I kinda remember. It wasn't on my calender. It's not like my life is full of important meetings or anything, but if I don't put it on my calender, I will forget. Kinda like taking my medicine 4 times a day, sometimes the weekly pill box looks like a bingo card that isn't winning. Sigh. How much longer till my keys get taken away? Honey already digs my phone out of my purse in the evening to charge it and puts it back in my purse after it's charged.

NaBloPoMo Day 7

Fun Quotes In Bloggerland

It might just be me but I have read a few things that have made me clap my hands in glee and giggle today.

From EJ Takes Life

Responding to my noting that it didn't seem very nice to be talking about another family member behind her back: "But sweetie, that's why people have backs."

From Rockstar Mommy

As if I have nothing better to do than to drive an hour round trip to ooh and ahh over a rug. A rug that I can already guess is uglier than the bastard lovechild of Sandra Bernhardt and Ron Jeremy

From Cyd

To be honest, I don't like having my bubble burst. I'd like to hang on to the fantasy that living wild is actually possible.

From Carolynne Bites

I love you too, but I'm going to mace you in the face now.

From Kim

Once I tried to jump some rail road tracks with my car . Apparently, I'm not a stunt driver and I got my car stuck on the tracks instead (the road was under construction, there was a ledge...). As I was walking to a phone, I heard the ding, ding, ding of the train warning, lights, gate, horns, breaks, LOUD metal smashing. That poor conductor. The people I worked with had a field day.

NaBloPoMo Day 6

The Bee Gee's Are Alive!

Rock on, sister.

The Feist- Inside and Out

I Want One! I Want One! I Want One!

That's How I Roll..

I was on the NaBloPoMo blogroll, then I wasn't, and now I am again. 'Cause that's how I roll. With the PoMo. Okay, I'll stop now.

Really, I was going to blog about how I got the second Holiday Barbie Collector Magazine in the mail today. Okay, that's a lie too. ( I did get the catalog, but I wasn't going to blog about it)

Have you ever told a white lie about something silly and then wonder why you fibbed? It's not like it's hurting anything one way or another. It just seems easier to say yes. No explanation needed when you say yes. But if you say no, you better have a reason. I don't get it. So yeah I told a white lie. I told my mom my Dr's appt was this week not next week. So now you know, I lied.

NaBloPoMo Day 5

Dolls of the World™ ~ Spain Barbie® 2008

My Doberman Eats Air

Our ubertalented Doberman has many strange habits. One of which is standing there eating air. Somehow he manages to make it sound like he is actually eating something. Further inspection of his large mouth doesn't reveal anything. He just stand there licking at an imaginary ice cream cone and then eating the imaginary cone with loud crunches.

NaBloPoMo Day 4

Bagels and Muffins

Everything Bagels and giant (mostly Pumpkin Spice) muffins. That's what I have been eating non-stop this week. The weird thing? I lost 2 lbs. I didn't skimp on the cream cheese or the butter. I'm out of bagles and that makes me sad. Honey can bring home a muffin for me though. There might be some english muffins in the freezer but it's not the same thing. I want to eat carbs until I go comatose.

Ohh Ewww

I think my Doberman Zeus has a cold, he has been sneezing like crazy. Sneezing on me. Gross. Have you ever been showered with with a fine mist from a big dog? Repeatedly. Not a fun thing. I wonder if I can get sick from his snot. I'll have to Google it.

Another little gross tidbit. My new earphones fit better when my ears have earwax in them. Which is a problem since I tend to clean my ears a lot. There is something about the gummy residue that makes a better seal for the ear canal earpieces. That's my only grip with my new earphones, other than that they are awesome.

I got bit by what I thought was a carpenter ant, or maybe a baby wasp. I picked up a shirt and felt a sting. I'm not a baby when it comes to pain, but this actual sent a searing white light through my brain. Honey tried to find it to see if it was a spider, no luck. Two days later I still have two blisters, one on each hand. When I felt the sting I used my other hand to smash it and brush it off me. Now I'm waiting for it to fester up and become one of those spider bites that eats your skin. It's gonna be hard to do NaBloPoMo with two hands being eaten by festering spider bite wounds.

NaBloPoMo- Day 2-2007

Has Your Journal Been Read?

It's NaBloPoMo . I thought I would start out my first post with a post about having your journal read. Before blogging , it was almost taboo to read someone's journal, now we throw it out there and EXPECT people to read it. And comment on it. So I just wanted to kick start my blogging and post this tidbit for you to think about. I expect I will update more than once today