March 2012
I'm Sure There Are Some German Pornos That Cover...
dresspants replied to your post: Shhh… I’ll tell you a secret
I’d like to see that walnuts thing happen.
pandemichaha replied to your post: Shhh… I’ll tell you a secret
Well that makes sense too. I’ve had a lot of hip pain lately. I think stress from school….I think I hold a lot of stress in my hips.
Well they did spend the better part of your last evening trying to stick a cork up your butt, I mean “chapel”. ;-)
Shhh... I'll tell you a secret
My arm balance poses aren’t about upper body strength. The trick to getting off the ground is in the hip flexors.
Granted, I’ve had to develop the flexibility to put my feet behind my head and crack walnuts with my glutes, but who’s complaining?
Even With Blocks?
pandemichaha replied to your post: Learning to fly
my short T-rex arms will never let me do this! Excited for you though!
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Oh, Oh Telephone Line
I just learned more about my life in a 10 minute conversation than I have in the past two months. I don’t know if I’m weepy for relief or for all the heartache in between. I just hope these changes will make a difference.
Acquainted, yes. Friends? Oh Hell No
bovinesituation replied to : What are Spicy Mayo Ladies?
And you are friends with her why?
Our kids are in a shared activity. I have tried to talk with the other parents as we wait, but I’ve found it best just to avoid it altogether by switching our days starting next week.
February 2012
bovinesituation replied to your post: Lemon cake...
It’s my name for a group of women who have VERY strong opinions and a sense of moral superiority to judge, among the more ridiculous, the relative value of mayo. The most vocal has deemed mayo to be too “spicy” as opposed to Miracle Whip or Greek Yogurt (silly, right?). To be in her presence is to accept this pomposity and any other judgement she decrees. So there are pseudo...
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Craig Ferguson, Grant Me The Serenity
“Does this need to be said? Does this need to be said now? Does this need to be said by me?”
Great mother of fucktards, I need meditation.
I Credit Mrs. Crocker
loriamb replied to your post: I baked this much cake so I could eat that much of…
I am jealous of many of your capabilities and talents.
You’re are so kind to respond to my meandering thoughts today. It means a lot to me. Thank you.
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If You've Got A Problem With My Friends
GET OFF MY BLOCK!
You’ve got a problem with me?
GET OFF MY LAWN!
Like to project your shit on other people’s lives, blogs, relationships?
GET TO THE ZOO WITH THE REST OF THE CRAP FLINGING MONKEYS!
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The Truth About Friends
If you’re my friend, you’re my friend for life. The vetting process is too arduous to say that lightly. I will always pause on your birthday and your children’s, your anniversaries, and other special moments to think of you and wish you well. Even if we never speak again.
You see, I’m a pragmatist and I accept that sometimes the best thing I can do as a friend is to get...
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Brown Isn't So Bad
The power cut out as I was tucking the Rooster into bed. It was only out an hour, but my family asked me to sing to them and read them stories. I loved that my voice was what they wanted to hear.
I’m feeling a little verklempt; talk amongst yourselves.
Blocked a Buggaboo
But just because I can’t see them doesn’t mean they can’t see me, let alone mysteriously heart my posts.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Blossoms
I had never seen a cherry tree before Italy. I had lived in Gaeta for a year and a half, had never noticed the blooms so sweet and cheerful. I figured it was a hyper awareness of simply beauty of spring following the horrific fall of 2001. I had no idea that I had something blossoming inside of me after so many years of longing.
By the time the cherries were fresh in the outdoor market, I thought...
I'm Firing Blanks
Two Zumba classes today. I need to work off some frustrations.
Thank God, I’m not the one teaching them or it would turn into a Reggaeton infused dance from “Lord of the Flies”. Aggression, I haz it.
Crochet Circle is meeting tonight.
I’m not going. I don’t want to be stuck with the shy oceanographer and I can no longer call a friend who lives nearby to give me a...
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I Want Cake For Dinner
If the kids weren’t here, I would make brownies and nachos and candy, candy, candy. Won’t someone please come get them and give them vegetables so I can eat junk guilt-free?
This has been a post about the woes of parenting, setting healthy examples and all that rot.
Check Yourself
ZuZu just came in and announced that she was happy we weren’t having “one of those fighting kind of Sundays. I hate those”.
We hadn’t fought last weekend and I thought we managed our squabbling the other night after they slept. Oof, excuses. This month has been rough, but it’s too much to explain to a 7 year-old that this a bout of re-runs. The real shit storm is...
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Learn To Take a Complement
I’m listening to a group of women argue over the wording of a complement. One thinks an acknowledgement of her growth implies her immaturity. No. Her stubborn refusal to accept the subject has been addressed reflects her immaturity. This woman she’s calling condescending is her boss, but she objects to the tone. The boss was generous to listen and clarify her flattery. What’s...
“We love flattery, even though we are not deceived by it, because it shows that...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
Verily! (via thatchris)
