Jeep Peek
In its natural habitat. Well, not really. But it was looking all wild, like it got caught out in the open, out in the suburbs, and it was trying to hide in the brush until it could get back home. Looking at me, pleading with me, its headlights just searching to be set free, to roam, to escape this small, tame life. You can say it doesn’t really have feelings. Or thoughts. It’s not really trying to get into my heart, into my soul, whispering, telling me all these things that are possible. Urging me, coaxing me, pressing me on; to go, to go; “Let’s just go.” But Jeepers, we know. We. Know. Jeep love, Jeep nation. Later.
Boston. In Our Thoughts Over Here.
Sending a quick shout out to any and all Boston friends and family and those who need a kind word of love and support. We are thinking of you and will continue to hope for all the best in a bad time.
Gutter Love 3.
Before I forget. I will keep you updated as the newest pictures from the gutters come in. But now it’s time to end for the night. I have lots more to post. I really do. But I am tired and I have to take my car to the shop in the AM. That story alone is worth three posts. Seriously. It’s part of the “lots more” I was talking about. I even have them outlined in my mind, and on little blue post-it notes, with the pictures to match, all queued up in my folders on the desktop. And wait until you see what my phone camera can still do. I have some killer flower pictures that you will not believe and do not want to miss. Yeah. I typed “killer” to describe flower pictures. They are good though. I was actually surprised when I copied them onto the laptop. I even sucked in my breath a little at the clarity. Sometimes the light and angle is just right and you get perfection. But you can judge for yourself in the morning. You all have a good night now. Sleep sweet.
Gutter Love.
Number 2. In the new series I will be featuring every time my girl takes a picture of the rain gutters doing their job. The first one I posted was from Kentucky, (click here to see) and even though the shot looked familiar, I didn’t realize that she had already taken a picture of our gutter pouring water here at home. And then when I looked, we actually have three separate shots, thus inspiring this most current “new feature.” A thing I like to roll out every other day and then never speak of or address again. I’m even giving it its own category. Of course. Enjoy while it lasts. Later.
So, kids have a way of getting right to the heart of the thing
My lovely daughter just told me that she saw the, “younger, skinnier, more beautiful version of me” on the beach in Michigan. She was wearing a black bathing suit and had clear skin and the skinny body with the same kind of black hair that I had, when I used to get my hair colored black. My daughter said she saw this woman, and was so surprised because it looked so much like me, that she just stared at her until the woman started looking back at her like she might be crazy.
So I guess that’s nice. (?).
However…since I was eating at the time of this news flash, and I caught a completely unintentional glimpse into my fattiness, I proceeded to go ahead and finish all the crap in the house that I like (that would be White Castle’s, Kettle Cooked Potato Chips and Oreo’s–luckily there was only a little of each). And now I will finish the bottle of wine I opened 2 days ago. Because tomorrow, in addition to my RUN (National Running Day! Click it or check the next post and get in on the fun!), I have to re-boot my dietary intake. And by re-boot, I mean drink only water and starve myself for 3 weeks or so. I have 18 days to become the younger, skinnier, more beautiful version of myself!
That’s healthy right?
I’m not really going to starve myself. That would actually be impossible. I really like food. And I get really hungry and pretty crabby when I’m trying to be “good”. So I’ll just make better choices in the next 18 days. (I picked 18 because of the Warrior Dash. It’s in 18 days so I’m going to use that). It’s a short, attainable amount of time. And if I want to eat a bunch of crap I can do it after the race!
First side note: I also want to clarify, that even though I suggested that my daughter was calling me fat by using some kind of psychologic, mind-bend to passively indicate beauty is equated with thinness and youth, she DID NOT intentionally mean to make me feel bad. She was just telling a funny story and I added all the rest! She even said, “I guess that lady couldn’t have been more beautiful than you, because she looked just like you.” And that’s a direct quote.
Healthy. Unhealthy. Exercise. Sloth. Water. Alcohol. This site is all over the place. I can’t decide to be good or bad. Everything in moderation and add some activity! That’s probably good enough.
**On a second, side note: I had to have lost a few pounds today just from pure sweat and suffering. That rainstorm never did pan out for us and it’s been sweltering here all day. It’s good and hot in the house now. Everyone looks droopy, like water starved weeds. Still not turning it on though. That’s probably going to be a fight later when the BF gets home. Hopefully once he gets going on the topic, the heat will press down on him, crushing his urge to argue and squashing his ability to fight back. He will collapse in a heap of wilty protestation, and me and the kids can drag him to the bedroom and let him sleep it off. It’s always cooler at about 3 am so I don’t know what everyone is complaining about! All that whining about winter and how cold it is…blah blah blah…well, it’s HOT now!! Enjoy!
Alright I better go. I have to call in a take out order for dinner. So healthy!
And that’s my first post after all this time??
Dead flies and a new swatter?? Yes. That is what inspired me to get off my lazy bum and start this up again.
Please excuse the process for a little while and the pictures I will be posting. I am limited, at the moment, to what I take with my phone and pull from facebook. We had a computer malfunction over here and some things were lost. Like my entire I-Tunes/music library…dramatic pause…
The computer I am working on has been slow anyway, so it needed a re-boot or re-start from scratch or whatever is done to fix these kinds of things. All our data and files and folders and pics and music were on my old hard drive (an ancient, heavy thing that looked like a book). After my last I-Tune purchase and Ipod uploads for all, I smartly backed everything up as I have been doing, but have not done for over a year. That drive was grinding away burning those discs, making all kinds of noise. And wouldn’t you know it? Next time we tried to use it…no good. Dead in the water. Just nothing. No recognition from the computer. In fact, it would shut the computer down and threaten to leave the premises if we didn’t stop trying to make it work. Luckily, I had mentioned this to the BF while we were out and about and we picked up a brand new, credit card hard drive that all the pics and folders got moved to from the computer, but no luck transferring from the old hard drive. Whatever data is there is destined to stay there now. Long story short: The new drive has what could be salvaged off the laptop, the drive was wiped clean and rebooted and the only thing we have on the desktop now is Internet, an empty documents folder and an empty pictures folder.
It’s nice and clean and I like it. But I am a bit worried for my music. It’s technically not gone. (Yet) I have 48 backup discs that are the light. I have 30,000 songs, movies and tv and video and pictures just sitting now. I have to re-install I-Tunes, hook up the new drive, point it in the right direction and start dropping dvd’s, and hope hope hope that all my stuff is there. If not, that’s the breaks right? I may start next week. I’m afraid of the unknown here.
I still have my Ipod, but when it rains it pours and my songs are starting to skip on the playlists. I have had unbelievable good luck with every Ipod purchase I have ever made (alot) and I have the big one. It has gone everywhere with me, everyday, work, school, exercise, rain, cold, heat, car, planes, trains…where I go it goes…for 3 + years, so I’m a little sentimental and I can’t really complain ’cause I’ve heard stories of people that have no luck with them. But, it is what it will be and this seems to be turning into some kind of love letter to an Ipod.I just wanted to explain the picture situation…so if you got all that…there ya go!
Alright, the kids are gone. Kentucky bound. Well, they’re actually already there. They’ve been there for 12 hours now and they have sent me pics. I will be posting those at the top of the page!
That means mommy gets to play for the days now…I am smoothed and lubed and ready to go. That’s not exactly as bad as it sounds…apparently I have scratchy old lady skin (according to the children), soon to be replaced by papery old lady skin if I don’t do something about it NOW. My sissy, their aunty has smooth, soft, supple skin that I FAIL to achieve on any level. Whatever! So, I have taken some personal time today and removed hair and added lotion. (Exercise totally helps when you want to feel good about your body. Strong, clean and lean. What does she mean by that??)
Day 1 of the new skin!
Day 2 of P90X…oh yeah! I am bringing it! But, that’s a whole other post….
I should not be here. And, belated, posted, birthday wishes.
I should be doing mad blood pressures and apical pulses.
Another week of school, another set of tests and skills! Today is the written. Complete. Passed. Still in A category. It is only fourth week though…I feel good and I love this stuff! Tomorrow are the skills. And a mini-written test. That was a surprise, but I am prepared. I got pulses down. Blood pressures can be tricky, especially if the equipment is bad or I make a sudden move! All the noises blob into one big bump! And that ain’t right!
At any rate. Yesterday was the sissies B-day!
Happy Birthday N.!! (Sorry you had to be lumped in with my news!)
I have two sissies. This was the closer-aged one. The whole family was there for the par-tay and the whole family let me practice squeezing them and pulsing them. Sounds so dirty and yet it was not. I think I did pretty good considering the noise level (loud) and the activity going on around (crazy loud) and the participants unwillingness to be quiet and calm for one minute in a row! Love!
It all worked out perfect. The real world is not quiet and willing to sit still for me. And it makes me better(?!?) TBD.
Here’s a picture of an Oscar, probably wishing for freedom (or death). Fish are calming.
This is for Tom
Only Jack.
My brother is a big fan of Jack Nicholson. At least he used to be, and I haven’t heard otherwise…so this post is just for him.
I’m not a great lover of “The Jack”, but you got to give it to him here. Only Jack Nicholson could be floating around in the ocean, getting ready to snorkel, but take a time out to smoke a cigarette. In the ocean. In the water. Not, before he gets in the water, but actually IN the water.
The picture is from D-Listed. Link there (for the actual post by Michael K–adult content) with alot more pictures of Jack-in-the-ocean and on a boat and on land, I think, or to the right in my blogroll, for the general site. (Come on Tom, you know you want to—tips for the future Uncle Tom, that the kids like to visit because he’s bat-shit crazy and a whole lot of fun?!?!?)
Just to be clear about what I am saying (with no sarcasm): Jack is so cool he smokes AND swims AT THE SAME TIME!! Now, who could ever be slicker than that??
Tom, your idol was chosen wisely. Love, Sistah #1.
Come On People! Help me break 3000 Hits! Tonight! July 30, 2009.
Tell your friends, call your family, leave it on at work, link me to something, hook me up, pass me around…I only need 50 plus people to click on my silly stories. You know there’s fifty of you out there who like to laugh! I’m pretty funny!
We have booty pictures, fancy cars, animals, life, death, love, joy, struggles, pain, triumph…it’s all here…for free!
Hang around. Keep coming back! There’s definitely something for everyone! My words are like bacon. Everybody loves bacon!
just shy of pretty 