I finally figured out what book I should write. It came to me a few days ago and I can't believe I didn't think of it before now. It's all so simple and right before my eyes. I know the characters; practically intimately.
Now I just need a plot.
Poptatari, I might need you to make some inspirational cookies so I can work this out. You'll be part of making history!
I need the motivational cookies, Poptatari!
is this working? hint, hint... plead... hint... erm...
I called up Erin and told her the idea and she immediately said it would make a great play.
Then I told my son and he laughed his ass off at some of the characters I came up with.
My daughter asked me if I fell off the wagon (because she's a smartass) until I explained it more thoroughly; then she started throwing out other personality traits they should have and my Florida room turning into a loud sounding board complete with comments like, "WHY ISN'T IT DONE ALREADY?!"
...because, you know, books write themselves over-night...
Erin did the same thing to me, "Are you done with the first chapter already?" - "I just thought of it 10 minutes ago and we're still on the phone, so, no..."
They're a subtle bunch.
If the whole idea falls apart though, blame it on the lack of inspiration cookies...
Yes, I'm willing to go THAT low!
laughs...
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Showing posts with label journals of interest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journals of interest. Show all posts
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Friday, August 14, 2009
darsden!
horrified...
I apologize!
I just noticed that the link to your journal wasn't listed in my favorites!
Promptly fixed as soon as I realized it. I must have missed it during one of my ridiculous amounts of changes to try to get things like I want it to look around here.
Congratulations on the newest member of your family too!
She's ADORABLE!
I'm full of !'s this morning...
Again, I'm so sorry. I'm usually really good about that sort of thing and I feel bad that I completely missed it up until now.
If I EVER do that again... leave me a note saying you're going to burn down my garage or something. That will get my attention. I swear to God it wasn't intentional!...
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
the big 5
Thanks to Laoch of Chicago, I took the Big Five test that was posted on his page. I'm a O53-C92-E64-A27-N4 - not that I really needed a test to tell me any of that, I know me.
I must share this with you too because every line is funny.
Choosing your doctor is important.
The Big Five.
The only thing that may be misleading is the 'well-organized' part. My mind is well-organized. Ridiculously organized. You would never associate the two if you looked at my desk though.
My theory is a well-organized mind will eventually lead to a well-organized hiring of a maid.
I do remain calm in a crisis.
That's probably where I'm best suited.
I'm not moved by much.
A couple of times Grant has said that I run at such a high level that in a crisis, I'm just fine. But that's why the every day little mundane things irritate me the most.
Oh my God, like today.
I nearly came out of my own skin when Grant decided to set an old wobbly ladder on uneven ground and go 30 feet up in the air - to paint. I saw him dying a horrid, mutilating death and being splattered all over my driveway.
Me: "GET DOWN FROM THERE!"
Grant: "It's fine"
Me: "It is NOT fine! You're going to die! GET DOWN!"
Grant who is laughing his ass off at this point half way up the ladder: "You do love me..."
Me who is not seeing the humor in the situation: "SHUT UP AND GET DOWN! Oh my God..."
Grant: "It's fine."
Me: "How the hell is this FINE?! I can SEE the right side of the ladder OFF THE GROUND!"
really, it was like trying to reason with a 15 year old boy... you are NOT immortal... you CAN die... [I'm guessing this is where the whole, "You find it easy to express irritation with others." thing comes into play in the Big Five too because I had no issue spewing out the following...]
Grant continuing to laugh while I go into psychotic mode: "You're cute..."
Me: "Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm telling you I can see you die 27 different ways in my head and you think that's cute? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?! STOP TALKING AND COME DOWN!"
Grant: "I'm going to paint up here. I'm not coming down. IT'S FINE!"
Me: "This is why I stay inside while you're doing this stuff, I CAN'T WATCH IT!"
Grant: "You really are cute..."
Me standing there visualizing shooting him in silence.
See, this, is NOT fine.
THIS makes me a nervous wreck.
Now if I was inside and he was outside screaming his head off because he fell 30 fucking feet and was in pieces all over my driveway because he didn't know better than to be up on a ladder on uneven ground - then I'd be perfectly fine.
Then I would be all calm and soft-spoken and even-toned...
"It's okay. I'm going to call the ambulance. They'll be here in a few minutes. I'll stay with you and make you laugh and think about whatever else is necessary for you to not notice that you're bleeding all over the place and there's brain matter on the freshly painted siding and all is good. It'll be just fine. I'm here. You're alright. I've got you."
I would be saying this all while casually scooping up random body parts so the doctors can reattach them later while using my other hand to try to stop the bleeding from the blood sucking chest wound.
In my head, while convincing you that it's merely a flesh wound and you'll surely be able to retain all your bodily functions and yes, you'll be able to walk again - I'll be making a mental list of where I can find the insurance cards, how much liability I have on the homeowners policy, who I have to call to notify that you're in the hospital, what to bring along to make you more comfortable, a change of clothes to come home in, checking the clock to calculate the efficiency of our EMTs so I can fill out their survey form accurately afterward on their performance, which neighbor I'm going to notify to hose down the driveway and what I'm going to tell the kids and who is going to be with them when we're not there.
Then I'll try to calculate how much time it'll take to lock up the house and the garage and the shed and figure out where you put your cellphone and if the car or anything else is blocking the driveway inhibiting the ambulance and police from moving in faster. I'll make a mental list of any and all medications, the names and doses and when you last ate and what that was.
When this sort of thing is necessary...
I'm your girl!
I'm good for that!
he keeps saying it has something to do with serotonin levels and other things that I haven't bothered to dissect yet...
I still blame kids - even though he's pointed out that my entire life has been filled with other people's crises that I've had to solve or endure.
I don't know.
I don't really care.
All I do know is that if your back is to the wall, I'm a good person to have on your side.
While someone is crying and/or mourning over something, my mind is trying to figure out: how I keep you out of jail, or from losing your house, or who to call to keep your kid alive, or how to keep you from going bankrupt - and all the tiny little details that will come back and bite you later if you don't think of them now.
and yes, I'm aware that the grammatical structure of the above sentence is totally fucked...
I'm less likely to put my arm around you and try to comfort you that way.
I won't be the one next to you crying with you.
I'll be the one trying to figure out how to make whomever did you wrong, cry.
I may, however, also be the one that gets you drunk so you can cope and I have time to sort your shit out.
I'm more likely to be the one to make sure your house is secure and taken care of and you have all the numbers for all the right people you need to contact and assure you that...
"It's okay - we'll figure it out. Go get some sleep and let me think about this. I'll be right here and I promise you that you're safe and sound and Heaven help the person who picks tonight to try to break into your house...because I'll be...right...here..."
If that is what is needed; I'm your girl.
That is true.
There are countless affidavits I could get to that effect too.
Actually, just writing that is making me all on-guard, alert and in protective mode...
I'm not good for calling if you want to have a girl-fest, sit on the couch with ice cream and watch chick flicks and sob over the day to day stuff in life. I know my limits.
Feel free to give me a call if you just found out that your husband is cheating on you with his secretary, you're on the verge of having a mental meltdown, you've just been given a horrid diagnosis or someone is laying face down in a pool of their own blood in your kitchen.
Then I'm like the Wolf in Pulp Fiction.
You know, something like:
The Wolf: You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house?
Jimmie: Sure is.
The Wolf: I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.
Jimmie: Good, we got one.
The Wolf: So I heard. May I come in?
The Wolf: You must be Jules, which would make you Vincent. Let's get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Jimmie?
Jimmie: Uh, one hundred percent.
The Wolf: Your wife... Bonnie comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is that right?
Jimmie: Uh-huh.
The Wolf: I was led to believe that if she comes home and finds us here, she'd wouldn't appreciate it none too much?
Jimmie: [laughing] She wouldn't at that.
The Wolf: That gives us exactly... forty minutes to get the fuck out of Dodge. Which, if you do what I say when I say it, should be plenty. Now, you've got a corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it.
The Wolf: Now boys, listen up. We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow. I'll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Acura. We run across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fucking thing unless I do it first. What did I just say?
Jules: Don't do shit unless.
The Wolf: Unless what?
Jules: Unless you do it first.
The Wolf: Spoken like a true prodigy. How about you, Lash LaRue? You think you can keep your spurs from jinglin' and janglin'?
Vincent: Look, Mr. Wolf, my gun went off, I don't know why, and now you're helping us out of the situation. I'm cool with it, all right?
The Wolf: Fair enough. Now I drive real fucking fast, so keep up. I get my car back any differently than when I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.
The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
Vincent: A please would be nice.
The Wolf: Come again?
Vincent: I said a please would be nice.
The Wolf: Get it straight buster - I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better fucking do it and do it quick. I'm here to help - if my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.
Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that, your help is definitely appreciated.
Vincent: I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.
The Wolf: If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
The moral of this story:
Don't ask me to clean your house or cook you dinner and we're good.
A well-organized mind will eventually lead to a well-organized listing of local restaurants as well...
I must share this with you too because every line is funny.
Choosing your doctor is important.
The Big Five.
The only thing that may be misleading is the 'well-organized' part. My mind is well-organized. Ridiculously organized. You would never associate the two if you looked at my desk though.
My theory is a well-organized mind will eventually lead to a well-organized hiring of a maid.
I do remain calm in a crisis.
That's probably where I'm best suited.
I'm not moved by much.
A couple of times Grant has said that I run at such a high level that in a crisis, I'm just fine. But that's why the every day little mundane things irritate me the most.
Oh my God, like today.
I nearly came out of my own skin when Grant decided to set an old wobbly ladder on uneven ground and go 30 feet up in the air - to paint. I saw him dying a horrid, mutilating death and being splattered all over my driveway.
Me: "GET DOWN FROM THERE!"
Grant: "It's fine"
Me: "It is NOT fine! You're going to die! GET DOWN!"
Grant who is laughing his ass off at this point half way up the ladder: "You do love me..."
Me who is not seeing the humor in the situation: "SHUT UP AND GET DOWN! Oh my God..."
Grant: "It's fine."
Me: "How the hell is this FINE?! I can SEE the right side of the ladder OFF THE GROUND!"
really, it was like trying to reason with a 15 year old boy... you are NOT immortal... you CAN die... [I'm guessing this is where the whole, "You find it easy to express irritation with others." thing comes into play in the Big Five too because I had no issue spewing out the following...]
Grant continuing to laugh while I go into psychotic mode: "You're cute..."
Me: "Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm telling you I can see you die 27 different ways in my head and you think that's cute? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?! STOP TALKING AND COME DOWN!"
Grant: "I'm going to paint up here. I'm not coming down. IT'S FINE!"
Me: "This is why I stay inside while you're doing this stuff, I CAN'T WATCH IT!"
Grant: "You really are cute..."
Me standing there visualizing shooting him in silence.
See, this, is NOT fine.
THIS makes me a nervous wreck.
Now if I was inside and he was outside screaming his head off because he fell 30 fucking feet and was in pieces all over my driveway because he didn't know better than to be up on a ladder on uneven ground - then I'd be perfectly fine.
Then I would be all calm and soft-spoken and even-toned...
"It's okay. I'm going to call the ambulance. They'll be here in a few minutes. I'll stay with you and make you laugh and think about whatever else is necessary for you to not notice that you're bleeding all over the place and there's brain matter on the freshly painted siding and all is good. It'll be just fine. I'm here. You're alright. I've got you."
I would be saying this all while casually scooping up random body parts so the doctors can reattach them later while using my other hand to try to stop the bleeding from the blood sucking chest wound.
In my head, while convincing you that it's merely a flesh wound and you'll surely be able to retain all your bodily functions and yes, you'll be able to walk again - I'll be making a mental list of where I can find the insurance cards, how much liability I have on the homeowners policy, who I have to call to notify that you're in the hospital, what to bring along to make you more comfortable, a change of clothes to come home in, checking the clock to calculate the efficiency of our EMTs so I can fill out their survey form accurately afterward on their performance, which neighbor I'm going to notify to hose down the driveway and what I'm going to tell the kids and who is going to be with them when we're not there.
Then I'll try to calculate how much time it'll take to lock up the house and the garage and the shed and figure out where you put your cellphone and if the car or anything else is blocking the driveway inhibiting the ambulance and police from moving in faster. I'll make a mental list of any and all medications, the names and doses and when you last ate and what that was.
When this sort of thing is necessary...
I'm your girl!
I'm good for that!
he keeps saying it has something to do with serotonin levels and other things that I haven't bothered to dissect yet...
I still blame kids - even though he's pointed out that my entire life has been filled with other people's crises that I've had to solve or endure.
I don't know.
I don't really care.
All I do know is that if your back is to the wall, I'm a good person to have on your side.
While someone is crying and/or mourning over something, my mind is trying to figure out: how I keep you out of jail, or from losing your house, or who to call to keep your kid alive, or how to keep you from going bankrupt - and all the tiny little details that will come back and bite you later if you don't think of them now.
and yes, I'm aware that the grammatical structure of the above sentence is totally fucked...
I'm less likely to put my arm around you and try to comfort you that way.
I won't be the one next to you crying with you.
I'll be the one trying to figure out how to make whomever did you wrong, cry.
I may, however, also be the one that gets you drunk so you can cope and I have time to sort your shit out.
I'm more likely to be the one to make sure your house is secure and taken care of and you have all the numbers for all the right people you need to contact and assure you that...
"It's okay - we'll figure it out. Go get some sleep and let me think about this. I'll be right here and I promise you that you're safe and sound and Heaven help the person who picks tonight to try to break into your house...because I'll be...right...here..."
If that is what is needed; I'm your girl.
That is true.
There are countless affidavits I could get to that effect too.
Actually, just writing that is making me all on-guard, alert and in protective mode...
I'm not good for calling if you want to have a girl-fest, sit on the couch with ice cream and watch chick flicks and sob over the day to day stuff in life. I know my limits.
Feel free to give me a call if you just found out that your husband is cheating on you with his secretary, you're on the verge of having a mental meltdown, you've just been given a horrid diagnosis or someone is laying face down in a pool of their own blood in your kitchen.
Then I'm like the Wolf in Pulp Fiction.
You know, something like:
The Wolf: You're... Jimmie, right? This is your house?
Jimmie: Sure is.
The Wolf: I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.
Jimmie: Good, we got one.
The Wolf: So I heard. May I come in?
The Wolf: You must be Jules, which would make you Vincent. Let's get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Jimmie?
Jimmie: Uh, one hundred percent.
The Wolf: Your wife... Bonnie comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is that right?
Jimmie: Uh-huh.
The Wolf: I was led to believe that if she comes home and finds us here, she'd wouldn't appreciate it none too much?
Jimmie: [laughing] She wouldn't at that.
The Wolf: That gives us exactly... forty minutes to get the fuck out of Dodge. Which, if you do what I say when I say it, should be plenty. Now, you've got a corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it.
The Wolf: Now boys, listen up. We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow. I'll drive the tainted car. Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Acura. We run across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fucking thing unless I do it first. What did I just say?
Jules: Don't do shit unless.
The Wolf: Unless what?
Jules: Unless you do it first.
The Wolf: Spoken like a true prodigy. How about you, Lash LaRue? You think you can keep your spurs from jinglin' and janglin'?
Vincent: Look, Mr. Wolf, my gun went off, I don't know why, and now you're helping us out of the situation. I'm cool with it, all right?
The Wolf: Fair enough. Now I drive real fucking fast, so keep up. I get my car back any differently than when I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.
The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
Vincent: A please would be nice.
The Wolf: Come again?
Vincent: I said a please would be nice.
The Wolf: Get it straight buster - I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better fucking do it and do it quick. I'm here to help - if my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.
Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that, your help is definitely appreciated.
Vincent: I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me.
The Wolf: If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
The moral of this story:
Don't ask me to clean your house or cook you dinner and we're good.
A well-organized mind will eventually lead to a well-organized listing of local restaurants as well...
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
It works!
The date stamp FINALLY shows up the way I want it to!
that only took...weeks...Christ...
Now I just need to find some widget (which is a stupid word, for the record) that shows the last comments received.
Perfect example for this new found widget obsession:
I noticed that Amy K. (who I learned a new illegality from) has been here and if I wasn't screwing around with this layout every five seconds, I wouldn't have known that she left more than one comment.
I can't have that.
I don't want to miss what anyone says.
and further for the record, it's really good to see you here, Amy K.!
So the widget hunt is on!
Oh, by the way, TrodoMcCracken - it concerns me that you make me laugh. A nun, a gun and a dog should most likely, never be in the same picture together - unless it's one of those, "which thing doesn't belong" ones.
though, I admit it - I'm totally amused that you're writing hate mail to everyone...
leebo - you weren't seeing things, I was over there recently. I loved the Buddhism post. I have a Buddhist post to write as well, I should do that soon.
Okay, it's more like how I couldn't be a Buddhist and that's just one line of the entire post. Does that qualify? Probably not...
This post from The Monster Apathy still makes me laugh. And if you're not already doing so; The Toy - follow him on Twitter.
Really, how can you not love any guy who puts my name before BDSM on his site.
I must also mention duzins who has quite the impressive 'about me' section on her page - and DJ Dab who called my journal eclectic.
and I'm going to take that as a good thing, no matter how it was meant! laughs... it was MUCH nicer than saying, "wow...what a fucking mess it is over there! What in God's name were you thinking?!"
A special mention for MaraBG who was instrumental in getting me through my ruptured disk. She's a great woman.
Sassy Island Girl has a post about baggage and I still find it funny as well.
Aside from this post, I've been up for two hours already and have done nothing constructive with my life short of picking up the living room, toying with Roadkill* and turning on the coffee pot.
Call me an over-acheiver...
that only took...weeks...Christ...
Now I just need to find some widget (which is a stupid word, for the record) that shows the last comments received.
Perfect example for this new found widget obsession:
I noticed that Amy K. (who I learned a new illegality from) has been here and if I wasn't screwing around with this layout every five seconds, I wouldn't have known that she left more than one comment.
I can't have that.
I don't want to miss what anyone says.
and further for the record, it's really good to see you here, Amy K.!
So the widget hunt is on!
Oh, by the way, TrodoMcCracken - it concerns me that you make me laugh. A nun, a gun and a dog should most likely, never be in the same picture together - unless it's one of those, "which thing doesn't belong" ones.
though, I admit it - I'm totally amused that you're writing hate mail to everyone...
leebo - you weren't seeing things, I was over there recently. I loved the Buddhism post. I have a Buddhist post to write as well, I should do that soon.
Okay, it's more like how I couldn't be a Buddhist and that's just one line of the entire post. Does that qualify? Probably not...
This post from The Monster Apathy still makes me laugh. And if you're not already doing so; The Toy - follow him on Twitter.
Really, how can you not love any guy who puts my name before BDSM on his site.
I must also mention duzins who has quite the impressive 'about me' section on her page - and DJ Dab who called my journal eclectic.
and I'm going to take that as a good thing, no matter how it was meant! laughs... it was MUCH nicer than saying, "wow...what a fucking mess it is over there! What in God's name were you thinking?!"
A special mention for MaraBG who was instrumental in getting me through my ruptured disk. She's a great woman.
Sassy Island Girl has a post about baggage and I still find it funny as well.
Aside from this post, I've been up for two hours already and have done nothing constructive with my life short of picking up the living room, toying with Roadkill* and turning on the coffee pot.
Call me an over-acheiver...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thank you, Elaine Erig
This lovely award was given to me by, ELAINE ERIG.
You can see her online journal here: Cats...Meow
That was a very nice surprise to log on to today.
Thank you so much.
That posted, I need to present this to others.
The rules as seen on Elaine's page:
"One Very Lovely Blog Award".
Rules for sharing this award are different than other awards because instead of just passing it on to just anyone, you are supposed to pass it on to NEW to YOU blogs you've just become familiar with, which is very, very cool!
1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link. You can also make a comment about the person who gave the award to you by asking your readers to stop by their blog, pay them a visit, leave a comment, or even 'follow' their blog if they feel led to.
2) Pass the award on to other blogs that you have newly discovered.
I'm passing it along to:
Wanted: Perfect Screw - a new found treat. The man that writes this online journal is intellectual and delivers it with a mixture of: humor, wit and a down to earth nature that I find very appealing.
He makes me think about the issues he writes about and I find myself walking around during the day debating in my head my own definitions of what he proposes.
The Monster Apathy - another newly found journal. He is gregarious in nature and paints his words with a free flowing ease and peppers them with a bit of sarcasm that makes me laugh.
Oh, and he has a deep hatred for eels.
My favorite online journals are listed on my page under, "Favorites" (it seemed only logical). I know the rules are specific about the journals being brand new to me, but I still want to point them out as being worth-while.
Also, Lady Styx has a journal for nearly every taste out there (couldn't decide which one to list) and is worth checking out.
You can see her online journal here: Cats...Meow
That was a very nice surprise to log on to today.
Thank you so much.
That posted, I need to present this to others.
The rules as seen on Elaine's page:
"One Very Lovely Blog Award".
Rules for sharing this award are different than other awards because instead of just passing it on to just anyone, you are supposed to pass it on to NEW to YOU blogs you've just become familiar with, which is very, very cool!
1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link. You can also make a comment about the person who gave the award to you by asking your readers to stop by their blog, pay them a visit, leave a comment, or even 'follow' their blog if they feel led to.
2) Pass the award on to other blogs that you have newly discovered.
I'm passing it along to:
Wanted: Perfect Screw - a new found treat. The man that writes this online journal is intellectual and delivers it with a mixture of: humor, wit and a down to earth nature that I find very appealing.
He makes me think about the issues he writes about and I find myself walking around during the day debating in my head my own definitions of what he proposes.
The Monster Apathy - another newly found journal. He is gregarious in nature and paints his words with a free flowing ease and peppers them with a bit of sarcasm that makes me laugh.
Oh, and he has a deep hatred for eels.
My favorite online journals are listed on my page under, "Favorites" (it seemed only logical). I know the rules are specific about the journals being brand new to me, but I still want to point them out as being worth-while.
Also, Lady Styx has a journal for nearly every taste out there (couldn't decide which one to list) and is worth checking out.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Happy Birthday, Ponti Mython
It's his day!
Please join me in wishing him a Happy Birthday!
I've known PM since we were 14 years old together; in a high school that spanned 7th-12th grade.
Even back then he was kind and sweet and very, very polite. He is the epitome of chivalry. You could drop him off in any time period and he would still be the guy that stood out in your mind as wanting to be around.
He's the kind of guy that would open the door for you. The statuesque one that understands social grace. The guy that would put his jacket over a puddle of water for you to walk over; while being groomed to perfection.
It's a very quiet grace that he possesses.
Devoted, loyal and never showy or ostentatious.
The kind of guy that would make you proud to be out in public with him.
He's a killer cook and even knows how to build the kitchen he's going to cook in! He's also the sort of guy that does less of that for himself and more of that for his friends. A thinker and a doer.
If today is your birthday:
"May 22, 2009 -If you give yourself permission to dream the most
remarkable things will happen between now and your next birthday.
Never act on the assumption that some things are beyond your capabilities.
If you can think it, you can do it - so do it now."
To fill in your information:
(which has always been accurate)
Please join me in wishing him a Happy Birthday!
I've known PM since we were 14 years old together; in a high school that spanned 7th-12th grade.
Even back then he was kind and sweet and very, very polite. He is the epitome of chivalry. You could drop him off in any time period and he would still be the guy that stood out in your mind as wanting to be around.
He's the kind of guy that would open the door for you. The statuesque one that understands social grace. The guy that would put his jacket over a puddle of water for you to walk over; while being groomed to perfection.
It's a very quiet grace that he possesses.
Devoted, loyal and never showy or ostentatious.
The kind of guy that would make you proud to be out in public with him.
He's a killer cook and even knows how to build the kitchen he's going to cook in! He's also the sort of guy that does less of that for himself and more of that for his friends. A thinker and a doer.
If today is your birthday:
remarkable things will happen between now and your next birthday.
Never act on the assumption that some things are beyond your capabilities.
If you can think it, you can do it - so do it now."
To fill in your information:
(which has always been accurate)
http://www.astro.com/
He's a good person to know and deserves to be recognized for who he is.
Happiest of Birthdays to you, PM.
He's a good person to know and deserves to be recognized for who he is.
Happiest of Birthdays to you, PM.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Ponti Mython
Just a small note to you...
I was reading some 21-23 year old journal that I found the other day (all written in my special code...laughs). It was more of a who/what/when/where listing than anything and then I ran across your name.
I had written about you stopping by on your motorcycle. I want to say that you were with A.M. at the time, but my journal is on the second floor so I can't double check at the moment.
The steps still suck to climb with this spine of mine at the moment...but I'm pretty sure I remember seeing his name...
Either way, it was cool to see you in there.
and yes, I fucked up the 'e' and the 'd'...noted...changed...fixed...(though I could have just said, "No, I meant 'mine' - as in my mines of written items, but that would have been a flat out lie)...so, thanks for pointing it out...
I was reading some 21-23 year old journal that I found the other day (all written in my special code...laughs). It was more of a who/what/when/where listing than anything and then I ran across your name.
I had written about you stopping by on your motorcycle. I want to say that you were with A.M. at the time, but my journal is on the second floor so I can't double check at the moment.
The steps still suck to climb with this spine of mine at the moment...but I'm pretty sure I remember seeing his name...
Either way, it was cool to see you in there.
and yes, I fucked up the 'e' and the 'd'...noted...changed...fixed...(though I could have just said, "No, I meant 'mine' - as in my mines of written items, but that would have been a flat out lie)...so, thanks for pointing it out...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
let it be stated...
...for the record:
Pop and Ice: Your comments have been hilarious. We concur on the creepy little freakshow everyone else refers to as the Easter Bunny. I actually look forward to seeing if you posted anything or not.
Brandy Lee: Thank you for all of your advice and for continuing to check back here. I'm always shocked people keep coming back to bother reading me.
spazz: Your comments are always welcome, especially since you don't complain even though you've heard my stories 100 times over the last 15 years.
Ponti Mython: Your remarks crack me up! I'm going over to read your latest entry as soon as I finish typing this one.
Sunitha, Jaremy, Comfortably Smug, James, derrick_, Scott R, Linda, Steve... Thank you for reading and replying!
It's a great feeling when I can make someone laugh or when someone shares something back with me after I write an entry. I love that! I never really know what's interesting or funny to someone else. I just write how I talk and the cards fall where they do.
And like I mentioned in one of my other posts, time is the most precious commodity in the world to me - so when someone spends theirs on me, that's a huge deal to me....with the added bonus of not feeling like I'm sitting here and talking to myself.../laughs
I love you guys!
Pop and Ice: Your comments have been hilarious. We concur on the creepy little freakshow everyone else refers to as the Easter Bunny. I actually look forward to seeing if you posted anything or not.
Brandy Lee: Thank you for all of your advice and for continuing to check back here. I'm always shocked people keep coming back to bother reading me.
spazz: Your comments are always welcome, especially since you don't complain even though you've heard my stories 100 times over the last 15 years.
Ponti Mython: Your remarks crack me up! I'm going over to read your latest entry as soon as I finish typing this one.
Sunitha, Jaremy, Comfortably Smug, James, derrick_, Scott R, Linda, Steve... Thank you for reading and replying!
It's a great feeling when I can make someone laugh or when someone shares something back with me after I write an entry. I love that! I never really know what's interesting or funny to someone else. I just write how I talk and the cards fall where they do.
And like I mentioned in one of my other posts, time is the most precious commodity in the world to me - so when someone spends theirs on me, that's a huge deal to me....with the added bonus of not feeling like I'm sitting here and talking to myself.../laughs
I love you guys!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
my friend, spazz.me
I wrote this to my friend last night and it bares repeating. You would know her as spazzdotme on Twitter. If she's not already your friend there, go make her one. She's well worth knowing.
Just to be perfectly clear and to say it in front of the entire world because I would think nothing of saying it to every stranger on the street I came across... my life would be less without you in it.
We've gone through so many milestones in life in the last 15+ years, that when I think about it - would all have been that much more worse without you being around to share them with.
You made the good times better and the bad times, not as bad.
You've only ever offered your advice without prejudice and your undying support to whatever I ended up deciding to do about - anything.
You've made me see things from a different angle at times.
At times?
/laughs...
MOST of the time!
I was doing the math in my head a minute ago, do you realize that we've been together for over 5,000 days. FIVE THOUSAND.
Hunting you down and forcing you to be my friend all those years ago when you were the first person I ever saw to have such grace and style with your HTML coding - having the flair to only link a single letter in a word...was one of the best decisions I've ever made.
I knew right then and there that I HAD to know you - and not one solitary day of regret has passed since.
There's a beatiful, untouchable violence to you that's like a force of nature that I find so utterly appealing. You manage that aspect of your personality with a pure kindness reserved for the people you love and care about.
You're a phenomenal mother and woman and icon.
Your fierce loyalty to your friends, to me, is priceless - and returned in spades.
You're a ball of electricity that touches everything around you and many, many times I stand in awe of you.
You're one of the very few people I've ever come across, and you're well aware of my networking skills - that can balance this dark heat and light aura. It amazes me.
You're practical with your parenting and patient and gentle whenever it's called for.
You also, to this day, write THE best hate mail I've ever had the pleasure to witness. It's astounding. It should be published!
Your writing ability with novels and the way you get your sentiments across in such poetic fashion move me. I felt like I was there getting to read a glimpse of your words. I could *feel* it, especially because after all this time I *know* you.
You are a gift and anyone in your life that doesn't appreciate and see that clearly; is a fool of the highest caliber.
You've told me repeatedly for over a decade and a half that you've learned a lot from me. I'm here to tell you that YOU have taught me just as much.
There are so many times I hear your voice in the back of my head when I go to make a decision.
That's rare.
And whether I say it out loud or not, that's the truth. I value *you*. I value the things you say, the way you look at things and the things you do.
We've come a long, long, long way together and when the chips are down, because of that, you're one of the very few people that I confide in. Because I KNOW that whatever I say to you, you'll take to your grave.
One of the best things in life is knowing that you truly have someone that's on your side at all times and that you can count on.I NEVER forget that.
You are not fluff.
You've never been one of those people that didn't put their money where their mouth is. You stand by those you love, unbudgingly. I recognize that clearly and am very, very grateful that I'm one of those people to you.
Never once, can I recall a conversation that we've ever had that didn't leave me laughing and in better spirits - and God knows we've talked about things that no one should ever even utter out loud.
I wish I had known you my entire life, but I'm willing to settle for the rest of my life.
And even though we do tend to process things differently and have different rules and such, we seem to always ultimately be on the same page - and I love that.
All of these things count for so much to me that when the time comes to cash in, you will NEVER be forgotten.
You know I have a mind like a steel trap and every single bit of kindness, loyalty and devotion means something.
One of these days, mark my words.
We'll be alright, together.
Matter of fact, etch that in stone.
My word is good.
You know I keep track of everything. It's all in categories and sealed in fate. You just continue being that you that I love, adore and admire beyond belief and one day we will have that Empire we talk about.
Because I trust you and time is a harsh taskmaster and you've proven trustworthy beyond reproach time and time again.
You are one of the best friends ANYONE could ever ask for in this existence we call life.
That's my testimony.
You can take it to the bank.
I'd say it in court and I stand by it whole-heartedly.
Because you, of all people, know I don't say anything I don't mean - good or bad.
I love you and value you beyond words.
And I don't care who knows it.
Just to be perfectly clear and to say it in front of the entire world because I would think nothing of saying it to every stranger on the street I came across... my life would be less without you in it.
We've gone through so many milestones in life in the last 15+ years, that when I think about it - would all have been that much more worse without you being around to share them with.
You made the good times better and the bad times, not as bad.
You've only ever offered your advice without prejudice and your undying support to whatever I ended up deciding to do about - anything.
You've made me see things from a different angle at times.
At times?
/laughs...
MOST of the time!
I was doing the math in my head a minute ago, do you realize that we've been together for over 5,000 days. FIVE THOUSAND.
Hunting you down and forcing you to be my friend all those years ago when you were the first person I ever saw to have such grace and style with your HTML coding - having the flair to only link a single letter in a word...was one of the best decisions I've ever made.
I knew right then and there that I HAD to know you - and not one solitary day of regret has passed since.
There's a beatiful, untouchable violence to you that's like a force of nature that I find so utterly appealing. You manage that aspect of your personality with a pure kindness reserved for the people you love and care about.
You're a phenomenal mother and woman and icon.
Your fierce loyalty to your friends, to me, is priceless - and returned in spades.
You're a ball of electricity that touches everything around you and many, many times I stand in awe of you.
You're one of the very few people I've ever come across, and you're well aware of my networking skills - that can balance this dark heat and light aura. It amazes me.
You're practical with your parenting and patient and gentle whenever it's called for.
You also, to this day, write THE best hate mail I've ever had the pleasure to witness. It's astounding. It should be published!
Your writing ability with novels and the way you get your sentiments across in such poetic fashion move me. I felt like I was there getting to read a glimpse of your words. I could *feel* it, especially because after all this time I *know* you.
You are a gift and anyone in your life that doesn't appreciate and see that clearly; is a fool of the highest caliber.
You've told me repeatedly for over a decade and a half that you've learned a lot from me. I'm here to tell you that YOU have taught me just as much.
There are so many times I hear your voice in the back of my head when I go to make a decision.
That's rare.
And whether I say it out loud or not, that's the truth. I value *you*. I value the things you say, the way you look at things and the things you do.
We've come a long, long, long way together and when the chips are down, because of that, you're one of the very few people that I confide in. Because I KNOW that whatever I say to you, you'll take to your grave.
One of the best things in life is knowing that you truly have someone that's on your side at all times and that you can count on.I NEVER forget that.
You are not fluff.
You've never been one of those people that didn't put their money where their mouth is. You stand by those you love, unbudgingly. I recognize that clearly and am very, very grateful that I'm one of those people to you.
Never once, can I recall a conversation that we've ever had that didn't leave me laughing and in better spirits - and God knows we've talked about things that no one should ever even utter out loud.
I wish I had known you my entire life, but I'm willing to settle for the rest of my life.
And even though we do tend to process things differently and have different rules and such, we seem to always ultimately be on the same page - and I love that.
All of these things count for so much to me that when the time comes to cash in, you will NEVER be forgotten.
You know I have a mind like a steel trap and every single bit of kindness, loyalty and devotion means something.
One of these days, mark my words.
We'll be alright, together.
Matter of fact, etch that in stone.
My word is good.
You know I keep track of everything. It's all in categories and sealed in fate. You just continue being that you that I love, adore and admire beyond belief and one day we will have that Empire we talk about.
Because I trust you and time is a harsh taskmaster and you've proven trustworthy beyond reproach time and time again.
You are one of the best friends ANYONE could ever ask for in this existence we call life.
That's my testimony.
You can take it to the bank.
I'd say it in court and I stand by it whole-heartedly.
Because you, of all people, know I don't say anything I don't mean - good or bad.
I love you and value you beyond words.
And I don't care who knows it.
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