It’s HUMPDAY, kids!
12 Nov 2014 Leave a comment
“In Bristol, England today, which is where the graffiti artist Banksy came from. Clearly, I need to draw on some walls.” –Stephan Pastis
The days pass, and it’s Tuesday …
11 Nov 2014 Leave a comment
… and time to think up something to be thankful for. But not some tired old thing you’ve already heard a million times, and not something soppy, either, like how deeply thankful I am for world peace. Oh wait.
Every day I’m thankful for everything, so it’s hard to pick a fav. And people are all thankful for pretty much the same things, unless they don’t happen to have them. Food, shelter, health, wealth … BORING.
So today I’m just gonna say that I’m not nearly thankful enough for my friends. Also it’s cold as shiz outside. But mainly friends today. I abuse all of them by ignoring them, but they keep coming back for more. You all know who you are, I won’t embarrass you by calling you out, but thanks on a freaking cold Tuesday for everything. I mean it.
Thinking on a Monday …
10 Nov 2014 6 Comments
Dangerous territory from the outset. Is there enough coffee? Are we even awake yet? Once you think the thoughts, can you stuff them back in the box and walk away? And what if you say them out loud? There are always options …
Goin’ with that last thing today. You know who you are — grab a cup of coffee and put your feet up. If done right, Monday rants can be highly therapeutic.
Here, hon, let me warm up that coffee for you …
And let’s get to work.
This is life, not a dress rehearsal …
29 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
After comments from Facebook friends like “I’m so jealous,” and “I want to MOVE,” I’m thinking I should add a disclaimer to yesterday’s post:
Lawrence is obviously not heaven on earth. All of life is what we make it, and we came here with a goal of making it amazing, to make of this part of our lives all the good we possibly can, and to overlook the negative. That colors our approach to what we see every day when we wake up, what we do, where we go. Someone else could come here and have an entirely different experience and wonder why they feel let down in view of all the “hype.”
1.) Life is what you make it, and 2.) no matter where you go, there you are — two clichés that are truth just because they are. Kim and I are making up for lost time — we met late in life, we’ve both lived places we weren’t wild about, we’ve both felt stuck in routine and longing for more “soul” food. We don’t have the luxury of waiting and hoping at this point, so we get up every day and make fun things happen, whether we step outside our own walls or not. Some may see my ramblings as bragging, but they’re my way of being thankful. I don’t want to wake up later and wish I’d appreciated life more when I had the chance.
Young people think they’ll always be that way — young. And some people just need to be told it’s okay to be happy — to give themselves permission to live, from the inside out. Just do it — regret is a killer.
HAPPY FALL!
HumpDay Humor …
15 Oct 2014 2 Comments
If you don’t yet know Stephan Pastis, creator of Pearls Before Swine … my sympathy.
Check him out at https://www.facebook.com/PearlsComic if you’re ON Facebook. No? Then Google is your friend.
What is this “feminism” you speak of?
13 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
If you say feminism is every woman having the built-in right to be herself, we’re already on the same page. If you think it’s women hating on and disrespecting men, we need to tawk. I’ve been a card-carrying evolving feminist for years now, do I hate men? Oh HELL no. I married Kim because he is OTHER, la différence exquise … the exquisite difference. My SON is a man. I’ve been rubbing shoulders with male-types all my life — I LOVE me some MEN!
First online definition I see says this: feminism is the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.
End of story.
But now there are crazy little women telling me and others that if we’re feminists there are things we can’t do or like or believe. That’s messed up, are you kidding me? In light of spousal and girlfriendal abuse by ‘roided-up football players, I’m being slut-shamed into surrendering my Femme Card for following pro football. I AM NOT ASHAMED! Plus who needs a label?
I love watching PGA tournaments — I didn’t boycott when Tiger Woods’s shenanigans hit the tabloids. Okay, he did exceptionally skunky stuff, but the guy didn’t have a childhood, or a junior-high-hood, or a high-school-hood, let him suffer in peace.
I like soccer, and baseball, and tennis. And college basketball. And most Olympic sports. And BOXING — so sue me!
SPORTS. It’s all a dance, often lyrically beautiful. A never-ending Greek Tragedy on the human condition. Conflict neatly and efficiently resolved, not always without bloodshed. It’s hope and ego and the wonder of homo sapiens. Determination, conditioning, passion, winning and losing, risk to life and limb. Ugly attitudes, joyful celebrations, friends and enemies. It’s life boiled down, in every match-up.
There are scum-sucking cowards in all of existence, so why discard the theatre-of-the-psyche that is Sports? Each athlete has been trained by life, the good and the bad, the heroes and the zeroes. Humans. Cheap therapy in every direction, and the popcorn’s free.
I don’t for a flat second pardon the criminal stupidity of any competitor, anywhere, or that the NFL has skirted the IRS since 1966 . But I’m not closing my heart to all the people who work hard for the money, sometimes ’til they die, and stay honorable. Also CUDDLING. Kim, a natural athlete, makes any sports event — except cage fighting, I lose my SHIT over that — more interesting because he KNOWS stuff. A lot of it. It’s fun and cozy to snuggle up with him, iPad at my side, and watch whatever’s on. There’s always food and good wine, and a little fluff ball curled up in the warmth.
Keeping my card, MFs*. Don’t take it too hard.
*Militant Feminists
Monday, Monday …
06 Oct 2014 6 Comments
Mondays carry a melancholy feel. Why is that? Even now, willfully unemployed, I’m sorry to see the weekend, well, END. Because my friends head back to work for five whole days and I wouldn’t think of annoying them in the middle of all that. And it’s likely some sort of latent psychosis — a Monday maladjustment. Predictably, by Tuesday morning the psyche is once again in harmony with the turning of the earth, and the blue mood slips away. Must.Make.Changes. Adopting a new attitude about Mondays, starting in 4 … 3 … 2 …
Mind if I rant?
26 Sep 2014 11 Comments
This girl is not fit for human company today, which makes no freaking sense — it’s a perfect fall day, the leaves are turning, my work is temporarily caught up, and we have a fun evening ahead. Meh. People. They’ve tried my last nerve and found it wanting. Facebook, my go-to social release-valve, is a morass of stupidity today. Yeah, and what, exactly, is new? A little biotch-of-a-privileged-thing pulled her white-girl schtick on me in lieu of answering a simple non-invasive question. Whatever. Have a nice day, sweetheart. Even Madison is a bundle of neurotic craziness — a short-tempered old baroness. She lives with one, go figure. She’s every bit as morose and disagreeable as I feel, so I’m doing a great job of spreading the love. And no, I didn’t kick her, she’s just very discerning. She loves me, so maybe I should just ditch this sulk and count my blessings or something.
Greetings, February …
01 Feb 2014 Leave a comment
The year moves on. I hope it’s filled with love for you …
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