The middle is obnoxious- I start to get offended but then I have to laugh. Plus it's a catchy tune. So later today when you're humming along... You're Welcome!
Says a lot about me-I know!
A picture's worth...
I never have a camera when I need one...not that I don't carry one. I always have a digital camera and my cell phone in my purse but I never can get it out fast enough.
All day long I think...how can I even come close to describing this?
Images like...
The 37 year old man walking down the street in his kelly green teenage mutant ninja turtles sweatshirt. It's not ironic, dude. Not when you already look like you live in your parent's basement.
The 20 something woman walking her 150 pound dog. She's wearing a flannel sweatshirt, micro-mini (and I do mean micro) patterned stockings, full makeup, and 4" fuck me shoes. The dichotomy between her buy me packaging and the back the F' up before my dog eats your face off tickles me.
A crane taking off in the field at dusk.
The newest Smokey the Bear ad. His arms crossed like a rapper- the motto Get your Smokey On. Oh, Smokey- do you have any idea the graffiti you' re asking for?
The 300 pound woman walking through campus with her cotton candy floss prom dress complete with fairy wings and a crown.
I can't make this crap up. I'm not that creative.
A camera, a camera- my soul for a camera.
All day long I think...how can I even come close to describing this?
Images like...
The 37 year old man walking down the street in his kelly green teenage mutant ninja turtles sweatshirt. It's not ironic, dude. Not when you already look like you live in your parent's basement.
The 20 something woman walking her 150 pound dog. She's wearing a flannel sweatshirt, micro-mini (and I do mean micro) patterned stockings, full makeup, and 4" fuck me shoes. The dichotomy between her buy me packaging and the back the F' up before my dog eats your face off tickles me.
A crane taking off in the field at dusk.
The newest Smokey the Bear ad. His arms crossed like a rapper- the motto Get your Smokey On. Oh, Smokey- do you have any idea the graffiti you' re asking for?
The 300 pound woman walking through campus with her cotton candy floss prom dress complete with fairy wings and a crown.
I can't make this crap up. I'm not that creative.
A camera, a camera- my soul for a camera.
Half-ful Friday
I am Happy that I am all caught up on my homework.
I am Happy that both kids are out with friends and I am home all alone on a friday night.
I am Happy that I took a leap of faith this week.
I am Happy that I only have one more semester and I'll have my MBA.
I am Happy that I worked out for one hour this morning.
I am Happy I managed to fit in 5 workouts this week.
I am Happy that I have the best dog in the entire world.
Census 2010
I have to be serious for a second...I'm sorry. Believe me I wish I could talk about all the ways I want to dis-member the general public every single day, but alas it's not meant to be.
I talk to a lot of people during the week between work and school and the kids' school and the clubs and the volunteering and the moms and the friends and the family.... Whoo, I think I just made myself tired talking about it.
Oftentimes the conversation veers into how rough certain sections of the city have it...not enough schools, not enough parks, not enough hospitals and on and on and on. We often think someone should do something about it. Forgetting I guess, that we are someone. We think the problems are so large, there's nothing we, the individual, can do about it. When truthfully there are plenty of small things we can do.
A quick and easy action we can do is fill out the Census form when it arrives and throw it right back in the mail as quickly as possible. Census determines how every penny is spent in America. Plus as a student, I can't tell you how much we rely on the numbers in the Census for just about every single report, paper, and study we have to do; from grade school onward.
This is kind of a fun video emphasizing the importance...I love ya, Ed! He makes me laugh.
Please take a second, fill out the form, and send it back! Thanks! Why am I posting this? My grandmother the school teacher is making me!
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I talk to a lot of people during the week between work and school and the kids' school and the clubs and the volunteering and the moms and the friends and the family.... Whoo, I think I just made myself tired talking about it.
Oftentimes the conversation veers into how rough certain sections of the city have it...not enough schools, not enough parks, not enough hospitals and on and on and on. We often think someone should do something about it. Forgetting I guess, that we are someone. We think the problems are so large, there's nothing we, the individual, can do about it. When truthfully there are plenty of small things we can do.
A quick and easy action we can do is fill out the Census form when it arrives and throw it right back in the mail as quickly as possible. Census determines how every penny is spent in America. Plus as a student, I can't tell you how much we rely on the numbers in the Census for just about every single report, paper, and study we have to do; from grade school onward.
This is kind of a fun video emphasizing the importance...I love ya, Ed! He makes me laugh.
Please take a second, fill out the form, and send it back! Thanks! Why am I posting this? My grandmother the school teacher is making me!
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Ode to the Bloggess
Usually I don't like writing posts like this because they remind me way too much of kissin' up. Then you get all these hash tag harsh mistresses bitchin' you out on your own blog. You're just posting about her so you can get more people to your site. Blah, blah, blah.
You're sitting back at your computer thinking, Dude, I was only looking for a place to share my innermost thoughts so one day I don't stand on my seat in PTA and scream out at the cardigan'd and pearl necklace'd presi-snot how her husband used to snort cocaine off the backs of young boys in high school and how she should back her butt off her high horse before she gets a nose bleed.
For example- just an example, all totally untrue. I swear!
"Ms. Right well maybe if you volunteered a little bit more, you'd have a better idea of how we do things."
It's called a job, wench. As in I have one or three. By the freaking by-why the hell do we have PTA for high school? Seriously. They' re almost grown. Shouldn't they figure out how to put on a dance? Plus just how did I get suckered into participating?
Anyhoodle...I know I don't have to tell you how awesome the Bloggess is- you're a smart ducky, you already know. But I marvel at the places she inspires (using that term in the loosest sense) me to go...Why just this morning, I made the mistake clicked on her newest post. Seemed like a good idea...after all she lifts my day, helps me go into the world a little bit lighter in the toes. So when you're hogging the bank teller I can think back to a certain phrase or tid-bit, chuckle inwardly and not throw spit-balls at the back of your head. Oh, that James Garfield. Plus because I have a smile on my face, everyone smiles back at me and thinks What a Nice Lady!
See truly she's doing a service for the entire world.
Occasionally she takes me to a scary place. Like here and here and here. I clicked all the links...Oh, yes I did. There are some freaks on the internets. Seriously. But like a train wreck or any episode of Big Love, I just can't look away. Be scared, be very scared. I know I am.
She's not the only one...Sometimes I'm kinda scared to not leave my house.
You're sitting back at your computer thinking, Dude, I was only looking for a place to share my innermost thoughts so one day I don't stand on my seat in PTA and scream out at the cardigan'd and pearl necklace'd presi-snot how her husband used to snort cocaine off the backs of young boys in high school and how she should back her butt off her high horse before she gets a nose bleed.
For example- just an example, all totally untrue. I swear!
"Ms. Right well maybe if you volunteered a little bit more, you'd have a better idea of how we do things."
It's called a job, wench. As in I have one or three. By the freaking by-why the hell do we have PTA for high school? Seriously. They' re almost grown. Shouldn't they figure out how to put on a dance? Plus just how did I get suckered into participating?
Anyhoodle...I know I don't have to tell you how awesome the Bloggess is- you're a smart ducky, you already know. But I marvel at the places she inspires (using that term in the loosest sense) me to go...Why just this morning, I made the mistake clicked on her newest post. Seemed like a good idea...after all she lifts my day, helps me go into the world a little bit lighter in the toes. So when you're hogging the bank teller I can think back to a certain phrase or tid-bit, chuckle inwardly and not throw spit-balls at the back of your head. Oh, that James Garfield. Plus because I have a smile on my face, everyone smiles back at me and thinks What a Nice Lady!
See truly she's doing a service for the entire world.
Occasionally she takes me to a scary place. Like here and here and here. I clicked all the links...Oh, yes I did. There are some freaks on the internets. Seriously. But like a train wreck or any episode of Big Love, I just can't look away. Be scared, be very scared. I know I am.
She's not the only one...Sometimes I'm kinda scared to not leave my house.
