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.
Living in a state called Thankfulness …
14 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
Good morning! It’s Tuesday, and time to consider being thankful. Oddly enough, it’s no struggle to be severely grateful for this guy every day of the week. The dude loves me. Saved my life. Keeps me absurdly happy. If I told you more he’d have to kill you. I call him … Guido.
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
A feast for the eyes and heart …
12 Oct 2014 7 Comments
Be at peace and enjoy another Scenic Sunday …
Rose Among Thorns
09 Oct 2014 10 Comments
The week wouldn’t be complete without a touch of Throwback Thursday. Innocent little me with some delinquent cousins. Upon closer examination, I strongly resemble Bride of Chucky.
Wednesday’s child is full of woe …
08 Oct 2014 7 Comments
Just watched Madison throw a tantrum of epic proportions, all without a sound. My usual mid-morning snack is a handful of nuts and for whatever reason she decided she wanted one today. She’s been trained not to beg, and at any rate nuts are a big no-no, so I ignored her. She flounced into her bed next to my desk, frantically attempted to dig the fully-attached mattress out of it, then failing that burrowed her nose into each of the four corners, still scrabbling away with her feet. When nothing worked, she flopped disgustedly on her side, arched her back, and kicked her legs like she was having a nightmare. Lather, rinse, repeat on the other side. Big sigh. Stood up, shot me killer side-eye, and marched into the other room to sulk, with every hair on her head standing straight up and her frilly tail in a big frazzle. Total nutcase. See what I did there?
Kim has renamed her Badison.
And this brings us to Tuesday Thankfulness …
07 Oct 2014 2 Comments
… for this little girl who entered our lives so unexpectedly and brings us such happiness! Madison, you’re a pip.
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 …
Peanut Butter Cookies
04 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
Time for a recipe. Watch for them on Saturdays right here!
Throw in some vanilla and a pinch of salt just for grins.
Well, THIS sucks …
30 Sep 2014 14 Comments
We didn’t win the lottery AGAIN, which is crushing because PLANS — I was on a quest to revolutionize my wardrobe by way of that venerated institution, the Sundance catalog. Please don’t sue me, Robert Redford, for naming names — I obviously can’t afford that since we STILL DIDN’T WIN THE LOTTERY.
It’s all so disappointing because my first new outfit as a gazillionaire was going to be killer, starting with the jeans, which are $108 and still have PIECES OF ACTUAL DENIM clinging to each other! There’s a sweet top, a twee rumpled creation weighing less than an ounce and going for a very reasonable $198. There’s a distressed-leather peacoat that looks fab with the little top — it’s only $548. The shortie boots in the same shade as the jacket, complete with fringe and studs, are a must — they retail for $575. To nail the look I’ll need the slouch bag for $368 and a cool nubbly belt at $120. Then we get to the fun stuff — the jewelry. Three necklaces, layered, at $1190, $3400, and $1300 respectively; eight stacked wrist cuffs totaling $4800; seven rings for $1603; and the earrings, $285. And a perfectly darling may-or-may-not-keep-time watch for chump change of $98. The surgery to add 10″ to my height is probably going to run into actual money.
So for just the debut ensemble, not counting height-enhancement because who knows, I’m looking at approximately $15,000 with shipping. And realistically I couldn’t wear the outfit every day because it isn’t wedding and funeral appropriate, so it’s imperative that I buy out the catalog in its entirety, including the furniture. My dreams are all-encompassing.
Way to ruin my life, Powerball. Mr. Redford and I were going to be besties.
Plan B: Snag this $98 vintage bandanna scarf and accessorize my overalls.
Playing for Time 
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