There Are No Words
Ξ February 28th, 2009 | → 9 Comments | ∇ sadness |
There are only smiles from memories…
…and tears of sadness at an overwhelming loss.
You will be missed, Lisa.
And you will never be forgotten.
Quick Show of Hands, How Do You…
Ξ February 27th, 2009 | → 19 Comments | ∇ opinions, travel |
When you put on deodorant, do you use your right hand to apply the product under your left arm and then switch hands, using your left hand to apply the deodorant under your right arm OR do you use your dominate hand to apply the deodorant under both pits? (Someone who I am vacationing in Chicago with uses the same hand and looks like she is doing the Funky Chicken when she applies her Dove. I can’t quit laughing.)
On a different note, it was wonderful to see Crystal last night. She is funny and smart…plus she loves Thai food…so of course I was a happy girl to be in her presence. I’ll share photos when I have a moment, I promise.
HNT – MY 40th is Another Anonymous Lady
Ξ February 26th, 2009 | → 10 Comments | ∇ half nekkid thursday |
A while ago a friend asked if she could use my site to post a photo of her for HNT. Knowing what she does for a living and how there is no way she could post such a photo on her blog, of course I offered up this little slice of the internet. I promised that her name was a secret and safe with me. She sent me a lovely photo and it was thrilling to post it for her. We both had fun with it.
So I threw out an offer for any and everyone to send me photos to post anonymously. And another fun woman stepped up last Thursday. She approached me about anonymity, which of course I promised. Wasn’t long at all until my inbox had another email which contained these:
(This one is my favorite.) 
Pretty damn wonderful of this anon guest to send more than one image! Thanks, pretty lady. You are welcome here anytime.
Anyone else wanna take a walk on the HNT side? Email me!
And of course, for more HNT exhibitionists, check out the comments over at Osbasso’s place!
For Britt’s Mom
Ξ February 25th, 2009 | → 9 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
I had a dear friend of Mom’s read the above at Mom’s memorial service back in April of 2006. It is a gorgeous card (that didn’t scan terrifically), decorated with a feather and purple sparkles, which I found displayed prominently on Mom’s desk. In case this image is too tough to read, it says:
I AM
mad hag
wailing mother
jealous sister
flailing lover
wayward daughter
fairy child
strong and tender
otherworldly wild – -
So if you would have
mystery and bliss
take not lightly
my soul kiss
And if you would have
my unfolding heart
know that the having
includes all this!
- – Jerah Cox 2002
Mom went back to school (a few times!) later in life. The last time she went back for her Masters, graduating at the age of 60 as a Nurse Practitioner. Britt’s Mom is back in school. I wish she could have had the opportunity to talk and email and meet my Mom. Somehow I know they would have been fast friends.
Small aside…I was still a young girl living at home when Mom, several of her sisters and my grandmother went to sit for the professional photo below. Mom was the oldest of nine kids. She is in the upper right hand corner:
Someone Must Explain To Me
Ξ February 24th, 2009 | → 25 Comments | ∇ me |
After work on Monday I did a quick run to the grocery store. Only needed a few items (basics like Townhouse crackers coz those little elves know what the hell they are doing, cheese, chips, salsa, granola bars and Dannon fruit on the bottom yogurt) so I was in a pretty good mood. Even though I was thisclose to my death bed (thanks, stupid bronchitis), I knew it would be a fast trip through the store and then I could get home to my couch, a comforter and two canine heaters. Guess I was in a pretty good mood even though I was sick.
I parked in a reasonably far away spot and enjoyed the cold air as I walked to the store. Apparently I was smiling because an adorable (and toothless) ancient dark, dark woman smiled at me. I nodded and we exchanged hellos. When I went for a cart a middle aged woman was doing the same. We also exchanged smiles and good afternoons. I must have had a goofy grin on my face because everyone I encountered in produce either nodded and smiled or simply smiled at me.
Now don’t get me wrong, I was having a terrific hair day, but I was all kinds of sick. My voice sounded like a man’s would if he were 80 and smoked two packs a day. The face was all kinds of red. Not a lick of makeup, unless you consider ChapStick makeup. We are talking not looking my best. Long, long way away from attractive.
And yet a good looking middle aged man in a suit kept smiling at me as he would come up the aisles I was in. I smiled the same hello that I had given everyone else. He started a conversation. Over the fucking peanut butter (I do give him credit for liking JIF) he starts small talk. Then he asks me out.
Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? I look like death on a stick, sound a lot like my grandfather on a bad day, am buying insane amounts of yogurt so that my antibiotics don’t jack up my feminine parts and he wants to ask me out?
Lemme go with no.
Took everything I had not to ask him why a woman would go out with a man who clearly has low standards. Don’t get me wrong, I am great and wonderful and all that jazz, but dude! Sick!
Why do men seem to flock to me on my worst days? Clearly they have issues. Can anyone explain the bizarre phenomenon? Anyone else encounter the same insanity?
(And no, I am not posting a photo of how crappy I look today. Just take my word on that one, k?)
Make a Difference Monday
Ξ February 23rd, 2009 | → 5 Comments | ∇ make a difference monday |
I was reading an article in a magazine about the fact that Bet2Give will allow you to bet actual dollars. I really, truly hate gambling. Like serious hate. Yet this is something that is forcing me to think about the topic in a different way. See, all of your winnings go to a charity that you chose. Granted if you lose the bet someone else’s charity wins, but it is still a good cause, still money going to charity instead of some kerjillionaire’s pocket so that they can build another spectacular building in the desert. And the best part is if you don’t see your favorite charity on their list, just tell them and they will add your favorite cause.
From their website:
bet2give lets you use your foresight and predictive powers to champion and raise money for your favorite causes. If you bet right and make a profit, you can effectively give other people’s money to your preferred non-profit organizations. If you bet wrong and lose, your money will still go to worthy causes… but chosen by others.
The thrill of betting meets the power of giving!
bet2give vs Gambling – Because you cannot profit yourself financially or materially from your participation, bet2give is obviously not a “gambling” venue. If you are looking to bet for profit (which is illegal), you should look elsewhere. But if you’re looking to champion your favorite causes, we hope you will join us!
The Game – bet2give is a so-called “prediction market” where betting consists of buying and selling “prediction stocks” which pay off when the predictions become true. If you buy correct predictions, your portfolio grows, otherwise it loses value.
Kinda cool. Makes me sort of wish I were a gambler coz I would have made all kinds of Oscar predictions. Instead I will continue to donate to causes the old fashioned way…time and/or a check.
My Friends Who Don’t Blog Don’t Get It
Ξ February 22nd, 2009 | → 15 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
Friday I went to the doc in a box Medi Fast joint in order to get something to assist with what could be bronchitis. They gave me a prescription for an inhaler and an antibiotic. While waiting at the grocery store’s pharmacy I found a bin of books. Right on top was a cereal cookbook. Of course I immediately thought of Dawg and Poppy.
At home on Saturday night it started to snow. About 2 AM the dogs wanted to go outside. As I opened the sliding glass door I found myself thinking of Marty Mankins as I said out loud, “Huh, a Snowy Sunday.”
When you have little moments like this, how do you explain them to those in your life who don’t blog?
Name Me
Ξ February 21st, 2009 | → 9 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
I have a pirate name (River Red). I have a dinosaur name (Cuntosaurus). I have a stripper name (Sparky Linden). I have a Secret Agent name (Buttercup).
What I don’t have yet is a Super Hero name. Suggestions?
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Speaking of Super Heroes, everyone is using the Hero Factory to make a super hero. I tried a few and found it interesting that even though I make a conscious decision to do them different each time, they all keep looking incredibly similar to each other. I have issues!
I think this is my fave: 
Confession Time
Ξ February 20th, 2009 | → 10 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
We all have guilty pleasures. Things that we enjoy which would most likely make others tease us simply because our love of these pleasures. Funny thing is, lots of others share our fondness for what we think would be embarrassing.
Last weekend I accidentally vacationed in my CFO’s living room. Started out with a few happy hour drinks, then once we were happy we didn’t want to stop. Cinderella and I ran to our homes and grabbed toothbrushes plus a few changes of clothing, then headed to the living room where we would spend the next 48 plus hours drinking, laughing, watching movies, listening to music and eating delicious treats.
Every once in a while I would send drunk messages via Twitter. Several were lyrics. See, one of my guilty pleasures is Tom Jones. Yes, I just typed to the entire internet that Tom Fucking Jones is a guilty pleasure for me. (While we are not talking the kind of love of Tom Jones that leads perfectly normal grandmothers to throw their panties on stage, I do really enjoy listening to Jim’s CD’s while we drink too much.)
Feel free to make fun of me. While you do it that means you are leaving some other poor schmuck alone.
Black Betty
It’s Not Unusual
You Can Leave Your Hat On
(Who is this little cutie, Robbie Williams? Oh my fuck, when he starts gyrating around 1:41 into this video I almost fell off of my couch. I’ll be honest, the bulge in his pants and his ass made it difficult for me to watch anything else in this video. Le rowl.)
Mama Told Me Not To Come
What’s New Pussy Cat?
HNT – My 39th Half Nekkid Thursday Involves a Ball Wax
Ξ February 19th, 2009 | → 18 Comments | ∇ half nekkid thursday |
A little while ago I told you about a dear friend who is adventurous enough to allow me to talk him into all kinds of insane antics. One such little escapade just so happened to be a “manscaping” for free so that the woman who does my Brazilian could get experience on men. Oh yeah, he agreed.
Friday he drank lots of tequila. Saturday morning he woke up early and started with a strong Bloody Mary or twelve. I drove us to the spa (while he would get the hair ripped from him, I was going to take my first Pilates class).
We both survived!
While I don’t have pictures of me trying not to die during Pilates, I do have photos from later that evening. Check out how smooth his butt became after the Bro-zilian.
Also, the Ball-zilian involved above the goods: 
Can’t believe I forgot to take photos of the actual balls! Sigh. Sorry, folks. Perhaps if you want to send me photos of your smoothly waxed balls, I would actually post em. (hint, hint) Anyhow, I really appreciate his openness…what with letting me take photos and all. Very cool.
So, if you want to see what others have posted for today’s HNT, head over to see Os and look in his comments. Enjoy!