It's my dad's birthday today.

He's the best dad in the solar system.

I'm sure your dad is great and all...but he's not my dad.

It's also Raymi's birthday.

She's very cool, and not my dad.

Do you want to know what makes me ill?

Sorry, one of the MANY things that makes me ill?

When people see a celebrity doing/wearing/carrying/drinking something, and they all run out and do/wear/carry/drink the same thing.

I guess if you are 14 it makes sense, everybody does that at 14. But if you are an adult and you rely on these spoiled, out of touch people to tell you what is cool then how are you ever going to contribute your own style, thoughts, and uniqueosity to this world?

I found this on Philogynist's blog. You can sloganize yourself.

"Ribbed For Her Binsk"

"Tell them about the Binsk, Mummy"

"Don't leave home without Binsk"

"Half the Binsk, All the Taste."

Went to a latin dance exercise class tonight.

I do not understand the brain functioning of people that sit at the front of the class, or exercise at the front of the exercise class. Maybe they have bad eyesight or hearing? Whatever it is, I am glad they are who they are, so I can sit, stand or exercise at the back.

I've never been a front of the class kind of person.

I have started a new and bizarre habit. I wake up in the middle of the night, go down two stories to my computer, turn it on and erase the last post I did. This has happened maybe 5 or 6 times in the past month. And almost every time it has happened Os has been one of the people to comment, meaning he's seen the post, taken the time to say something and then the next time he comes by it's gone. I really can't explain it. Maybe it's like those people that eat in their sleep and wake up covered in crumbs and wrappers. Well no, I guess it isn't, because I'm awake.

Sometimes I leave dishes in the sink and I worry that I will die while I'm out and somebody will come in and see the dirty dishes.

And the unmade bed.

Do you?

Will you now?

Sorry.

The older I get the less respect I have for experts, which sucks because it was nice to think I was surrounded by people that knew a lot of stuff.

That's Dorsey...she's 9 months now I think...too cute...look at her looking right at the camera like a little model.
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Let me tell you about another dream I had because I know how fascinating dreams somebody else had can be.

I wanted a coffee...I went to the coffee shop...I ask for a coffee...dude asks me for my ID...I say I don't have it...he says well sorry you're not getting any coffee then...and he totally ignores everything I say after that.

Fascinating see?
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These people celebrate friendship. Whatever to that. People can celebrate friendship and not be total freaks at the same time.

Separating Peacefully

Parting can be such sweet sorrow...or hell on earth. The only constant is change. But because we are always either infecting or affecting others, it is how we deal with those changing relationships that reflect what we are really made of.

All kinds of people come and go in our lives, some leaving footprints in our hearts and some leaving a hole in our souls and/or our bank accounts. So what price do we pay for perpetrating more anger and hurt during a separation? We can make a different choice. We can choose to separate peacefully.

Although each separation is as unique as the individuals involved, the following tips offer a way to leave our relationships with grace and our souls intact.

Don't leave it too late. Take positive action while you still have something to salvage in the relationship.


Focus on a higher purpose than yourself. e.g., your children or world peace. Then keep your eye and heart on the goal. Don't waver from that vision!

Remove yourself from the game. Walk away from the who-did-or-didn't-do-what power(less) struggle. If you have safety concerns while dealing with the other person, contact your local social services.

Treat the other person as able and willing. People often unconsciously respond and behave according to that higher version of themselves.

Speak the truth with compassion. When communicating your grievances, use the sandwich technique: positive (e.g., I appreciate you for this...), negative (However, I feel hurt/angry/disrespected when you...) and always finish with positive (I would like to remain friends/thank you for...).

Take responsibility for your part in the breakdown of the relationship. Once we accept our part in creating the problem, we also have the power to solve it.

Welcome the opportunity to grow. Whether we are the "dumper" or the "dumpee," we can acknowledge that this milestone is an opportunity for a new life.

Say thank you for all that person has taught you. Give each other something good to take away from the relationship. Be specific and be generous in your praise.

Give above and beyond. "Generosity is the virtue that creates peace," say the Buddhists. Give more than is fair or expected or what the lawyer tells you. (If you follow these tips, you won't need a lawyer.)

Embrace the FEAR (Fictional Evidence Appearing Real). Be aware of what your fear is and ask yourself if it is, indeed, real. Only deal in facts, not emotions.

Ask for help. You are probably hurting. The physical equivalent of what you are experiencing might be having your skin ripped off, exposing raw nerves. Get support from counselors, friends, family or strangers. You are not alone unless you choose to be.

Be kind to yourself and the other person. If you are the dumper, you may have being going through the leaving/grieving process for years. If your loved one is ambushed by your departure, give them time to catch up and come to terms with it. Be gentle in all your dealings.

The greatest gift of all in separating peacefully is knowing that although the context of your relationship has changed, you can look back with pride. Perhaps you have inspired others to do the same. Because if peace begins with you, here is your opportunity to bring peace to the world.

by Natasha J. Rosewood

I really could have used this list a little earlier.

I mean "I HATE YOU, HATE YOU, HATE YOU...and let's NEVER EVER EVER pretend that we get along again!!!!" is hardly speaking the truth with compassion or thanking the other person for all they taught me...damn

Since I got bumped up to the B list on Blogebrity today and some of you little sweethearts have been asking where I have been, I figured I would blog again.

So what do I have to say?

Hmmm...I guess just a whole lotta ridiculous things like:

I'm a newly crowned Maid-of-Honour. I've never been in a bridal party. I think I'm mostly having issues with fluffing the train.

If you get in a teeny tiny fender-bender on the highway MOVE your car to the shoulder you mope.

I am having a block as far as HNT goes...but I will try to play again next week.

My vacation has been cancelled, so if somebody wants to go somewhere let me know. Even out for drinks would be cool. Or up to your cottage would be aces.

I had a dream about you...you said you were going to call, but you didn't.

I had a dream about you...I haven't seen you in 15 years...but in my dream it felt like just yesterday.

Hey Pink...Stupid Girl is an awesome song, way to think about the girls, really, it takes high profile women like you to make a difference.

Although I'm not an organized religion type girl, it has its merits:

Let go and let God.

An eye for an eye.

Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.

Among all my patients in the second half of life...there has not been one whose problem in the last resort was not that of finding a religious outlook on life.

He who gives to the poor will lack nothing, but he who closes his eyes to them receives many curses.

Give, and it shall be given to you. For whatever measure you deal out to others, it will be dealt to you in return.

And a special fuck you with sugar on top goes out to you and you and you.

Feeling down?

Send your friends an email and ask them to describe you in just ONE word.

I got:

Brilliant
Voluptuous
Fun
Lovely
Dynamic
Regal
Fabulous

It's hilarious and uplifting all at once. Regal. heh heh.

Got my oil changed and they found fishing wire wrapped around my back tire. I didn't know checking the tires was part of an oil change. Apparently it didn't affect the axle. Best part was when the guy asked me if my car was 6 or 8 cylinders, I just looked at him blankly. *blink blink*

Got I.D.'d again. You may not know how amazing this is. I'm old.

Got my passport photo taken, and all I am saying is if I go missing don't use that picture to look for me or I will hide after I break away from the terrorists that stole me.

Got a job writing freelance for a magazine. Well not really a job because that would pay money. But they print it and I had to send them my resume and everything so that's kinda cool. And being cool is much better than money. *blink blink*

Half-Nekkid Thursday

Wanna know what song was number one the day you were born?
Mine has something to do with raindrops.

Click the red button in the sidebar if you want to play.

Os, it's my first foot shot in almost a year, not too bad huh?

Stolen from Zona (and Vesper)

Pick your favourite band/artist and answer the questions using their song titles:

1. Name of band/artist: The Lowest of the Low

2. Are you male or female? Bleed A Little While Tonight

3. Describe yourself: Kinda The Lonely One

4. How do you feel about yourself? Subversive

5. Describe your exboyfriend: City Full of Cowards

6. Describe your current boyfriend: Everywhere and Nowhere

7. Describe where you want to be: Rosy and Grey

8. Describe how you live: Sincero

9. Describe how you love: Eternal Fatalist

10. What would you ask for if you had just one wish? Your Birthday Party

11. Share a few words of Wisdom: Henry Needs a New Pair of Shoes

12. Now say goodbye: ...And Then the Riot

The Oscars...

Somehow I ended up watching most of this shit even though I thought I would rather stick a stake in my eye.

My thoughts:

Dolly Parton is freaky skinny.

Her song was a MILLION times better than that pimp song that won though.

Political crap as usual.

Tom Hanks' forehead is twice the size that it was the last time I saw it.

Reese Witherspoon is awesome and I actually clapped when she finished her speech. I was watching it alone which makes the clapping much more ridiculous.

I didn't see a nominee that lost that actually hid their disappointment.

Uma was not looking her best.

The "In Memoriam" part of the show always makes me cry. Richard Pryor, Chris Penn, Shelly Winters and on and on. Damn.

Ben Stiller, that dude from The Office, and that guy from Saturday Night Live were funny. I really can't remember their names right now.

Matt Dillon shoulda won 'cause he's Matt Dillon you fuckers from the Academy. No I didn't see the movie he was in, but I did see The Outsiders...and he's Matt Dillon you fuckers.

Okay I need a dog/puppy and I am not joking around. Come on there's gotta be a dog out there for me.

We didn't get the deal despite all of your positive vibes. Fucking stupid company that doesn't know anything. According to them it was "close". Yeah well close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades...which I'd like to maybe play with the CEO. wink wink

I was watching Canada's version of Cops (the only difference being they blur out almost everybody's face which really ruins half the fun) ANYWAY, this woman called the cops because she was messed up wringing her hands and shit, whatever drug makes you do that, meth maybe? ANYWAY again, the REASON she called them, which I guess seemed all logical to her at the time, was that she wanted to tell them that her boyfriend doesn't love her anymore because she is fat.

Mail Art

Greek Chickie Marianna made these for me. How AWESOME huh? Or should I say EH??

Yep, they are absolutely the coolest. Thanks so much Marianna.

Half-Nekkid Thursday

My first tattoo is going to be like this. I might change it a bit when I'm in a better mood.

Best response gets a mixed CD from me.

I won one this week from Tish and it's way too exciting.

You Are Austin

A little bit country, a little bit rock and roll. You're totally weird and very proud of it. Artistic and freaky, you still seem to fit in... in your own strange way. Famous Austin residents: Lance Armstrong, Sandra Bullock, Andy Roddick

What American City Are You?

I heard that the women's alternate goalie DOES NOT get an Olympic medal if her team wins, case in point Sammi-Jo Small of Team Canada. And the alternate goalie on the men's team DOES get an Olympic medal if his team wins. I wonder who made up this cool rule. I bet they are hairy.