Silly So & So

I think it might just be official. I’ve lost my mind. Certainly sitting here in my office, the pouring rain and dark clouds threatening outside, listening to Perry Como’s “Papa Loves Mambo” is evidence enough that my mental state has gone haywire. The worst part is that I’m singing along and dancing around in my chair to “he’s goes left…she goes right” and not giving a notice in the world to my coworkers peeking around the corner of the doorway giggling at me.

Maybe there is just something about the level of activity levels my brain has been racing through in the last couple weeks combined with the upbeat sounds of a jazz tune that just short-circuit. Either way the comedy of it all has me laughing at myself and those closest to me know that I’ve needed the laughter.

Over the past two weeks my grandmother has been in the hospital, nursing care, back to the hospital, back to nursing care and maybe we will finally get to add home to the list sometime this week. The sunrise of her 88th birthday is soon approaching it seems that health troubles are challenging her from even reaching that milestone. I make good thoughts for her daily but sometimes you just have to stand back and let the creator do what he is planning to do.

Personal life is full speed ahead for me. I was forced to deal with something seriously painful in reality and memory. It is something in which I’ve chosen to keep confidential from almost everyone in my life. The hard part of it is over and I’m sitting on the rollercoaster finish line staring at a date that will be the end-all of end-alls. It is scary and keeps my nerves on edge.

The work circuit of my life is the same-ol-same-ol grind, here and there, day after day, gas tank after expensive gas tank. Each time I have to fill gas it makes me tear up knowing that next week I might be spending ¼ of my check just to get to work. Energy crisis…is NOTHING compared to the crisis my emotions are going through when I start adding up my car payment, insurance, parking and gasoline. Oh great, I just remembered, it’s also time to have my oil changed. Someone just get me a donkey and I’ll do the cart thing to work. /sigh

In brighter more beautiful things, and no I’m definitely not talking about the Oregon weather right now, my darling panda is coming to visit in just 9 short days. I never thought I’d be so excited about just reaching single digits on the countdown, but “gee-golly” I’m on fire with excitement. Sparklers on the 4th of July can’t touch this feeling. I can hardly wait to cuddle up with him, even in this terrible Oregon weather, because when I’m with him everything is sunshine and rainbows.

I’m just feeling many emotions lately. Granted, when do I not? I’m positively me, and that is for certain. Silly old girl, that me-woman.

I guess I’m back to singing jazz lyrics aloud in my grand concerto to dust mites in the capitol.

Enjoy!

13 Days

It always seems that time moves entirely too slow when you are
waiting for an amazing moment to freeze time.

THIRTEEN DAYS
I can hardly wait...to snuggle my handsome panda!

Flabbergasted!

If you would have asked me what life would be like a year and a half ago I might have nonchalantly laughed my nervous laugh at you, gazed at the shambled ruin that was left of my soul and simply cried.

Things have changed. Significantly! It appears that the blades drawn against me have disintegrated and the path to happiness is finally clear. There is nothing keeping me from running down this path and reaching the beauty at the end. It is a most beautiful feeling.

While other pressures have been lifted from my shoulders it appears that the most beautiful thing has happened to me. Finally love has found me! Not the kind that you giggle about or pretend is real…this is beyond genuine love. I can’t explain the feeling that is in my heart every moment of every hour. It is a twitter of a butterfly wing, a blink of an eyelash, the glow from the sun off a dewdrop…it has me flabbergasted.

I have 21 days left before I can snuggle into his arms and feel the magic of his love. Until then, I’ll snuggle into his precious gift, my new panda hoodie, and imagine the fleece is his warmth. I love him.

Fattie

I laugh when people call me anorexic because I refuse to down chili cheese fries, onion rings, mozzarella sticks, hot wings and cans upon cans of Red Bull mixed with alcohol every time I go out somewhere.

I would say that with almost 40 lbs off my waistline without starving myself or vomiting I can rest assured that my cause of death won’t be due to excessive body fat and an unhealthy diet. Not to mention I won’t look like a giant beluga whale walking down the aisle.

!!!PLEASE MUTE PLAYER BEFORE PLAYING VIDEO!!!

In appreciation of healthy people everywhere, please note that I didn’t say skinny, and to serve as a warning to those fatties that still need to get on the bandwagon of loving themselves…please check out the following:

Top 20 Worst Foods

America's Unhealthiest Drinks Exposed

Just a Highlight:

Outback Steakhouse Aussie Cheese Fries with Ranch Dressing
(I’ve actually witnessed someone eat these alone as a “meal”.)

2,900 calories, 182 g fat, 240 g carbs
(Caloric equivalent of eating 14 Krispy Kreme doughnuts!!!)

I was fortunate enough to have the book "Eat This, Not That" by David Zincsenko in my hands today and I was impressed, so much in fact, I'm planning to purchase it myself.

If that information alone doesn’t inspire the world to make a change, maybe this will:


Happy Healthy Living my friends! :D

Smile...or Not

PUBLIC NOTICE:

Below is an artist's rendering of not-so-prehistoric equipment known as the toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss.



For the sake of scenery, smell and hygiene PLEASE use them on a regular basis. Regular meaning 2-3 times a day, or more if desired.

Other helpful tools: Whiteners, braces, retainers, breath mints/chewing gum, mouth wash and REGULAR DENTIST VISITS!

:D <-- Pretty Teeth = Pretty People!!! That’s what this is about. Just a word to the wise: You can be skinny, pretty, buff, rich, beautiful, intelligent, handsome, talented...whatever it is you think you are... BUT

...I won't (and the rest of the critical people in the world won’t) give a rat's ass what you are saying to me if I can't stand to look at your mouth.

My motivation for the rant: I’m just disgusted (not directed at anyone necessarily here, or maybe I am directing, who knows with me) that there are too many people in the world that neglect their teeth and yet still think they are the some beautiful gift to society.

So…to the buck-toothed, grimy-yellow and janky-smelling mouths out there…

YOU ARE FOUL. :D

*Smiles!*

Someday...

Babies-to-be: Quito & Chito


Who needs children?! We're getting furries instead. :D

Te Quiero Mi Amor

June can't come soon enough...

Free Self-Confidence Therapy

I love Walmart. I don't shop there...but if you ever need a self-confidence booster just walk inside. I am seriously the most fashionable, slim, sexy woman in the place without 3.5 kids from different baby-daddy's trailing her. I even have all my mint-condition teeth and my hair is not fried out from home dye or perm jobs. It's a beautiful day in Sam Walton's world. That is...all is well until you get hit on. Ewww...

Infinity Image

Yay! /celebrate



Website coming soon...

45 Days

Countdown begins...flight and hotel are booked.
All I can do now is wait. Impatiently. :P


Love Incoming!