A closed mouth gathers no foot. - My Dad
Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. - My Mom
I’ll lift you and you lift me and we'll both ascend together. - John Greenleaf Whittier
If you ever get lonely you just go to the record store and visit your friends. - Penny Lane
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud became more painful than the risk it took to blossom. – Anais Nin
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness. - Dalai Lama
When the student is ready, the master appears. - Buddhist Proverb
Whatever you look for in others tends to rise to the surface. - Unknown
If you’re smilin with the cosmos the motherfuckin cosmos is smiling back at ya. - Chris Robinson
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. - Buddha
January 26, 2015
January 9, 2015
And then time passes and you revisit old entries/posts, only to find that everything you thought was going to change either didn't stick or didn't really change at all. You are still making the same unhealthy, self-defeating, all around bad for you choices you made before, all the while trying to silence the deafening mental clobbering you are giving yourself for failing miserably at something you thought you were finally going to get a firm grip on, something you finally thought you were going to beat - LIFE. Maybe you didn't work hard enough? Maybe you didn't spend enough time and money? Maybe you were lazy? Maybe you didn't really put in the necessary effort? Sigh...
October 24, 2014
I bought a new car after 11.5 years. Her name is Pearl and she's a 2014 Honda Civic and she's amazing. It only costs me $35 to fill her up and that lasts me for at least 2-3 weeks. She's a real beauty.
I rescued a new baby - her name is Layla Jane. I brought her home when she was 7 days old. Did you know that kittens are born blind and deaf and can't piss or shit on their own? Mama usually licks them in that area to stimulate the release of their waste until they are like 4 weeks old. I know, right! She is so sweet and loving. I'm just gonna let you know right now that I love this little girl so much that I might actually lick her ass if she's ever constipated. And Daisy just adores her. They are always playing with each other. She came into my life at just the right time because...
I had to move out of the house I had been renting for 6 years because the owner wanted it back so he could live in it. Talk about being devastated. I thought I would live in that house for a long, long time. We had a screened in front porch the babies had access to all the time and a beautiful yard they could run around in whenever they wanted. I used to sit outside all the time and watch them and visit with all the people that walked up and down the street. It was lovely. Taking care of the yard was a lot of work but it was worth it. Now I live in a 2/2 groovy apartment villa just up the street - closer to my work but farther away from the folks (about a 20 minute walk so that's not too bad). It's been a big adjustment but it's getting better all the time. The babies don't get to play outside anymore which is why having Layla there to entertain Daisy has been such a blessing, especially since 3 days after I found out I had to move...
I started a new job. DUDE, I KNOW! It was a lateral move with a good company but a shit ton more work. Holy hell. I've never been in a place where I am responsible for so much administrative/accounting crap, especially since I was hired as a Marketing Coordinator. But each week is better there too. I can see my mad skills making an appearance in the near future, just in time I might add. Until recently I was seriously thinking I made a mistake leaving my old job, and let me tell you, that will leave a nasty taste in your mouth. Worse than cat shit I'm sure.
Hmmmm...what else...I cut all my hair off so now I'm back to my pixie cut which I absolutely love. I'm expecting new furniture tomorrow for the first time in 9 years so that's very exciting. Oh, and I'm gonna meet a really great guy soon, I can just tell. Yeah, I think the shit storm is over. It's good to be back.
April 3, 2014
One of the most enjoyable things to me is sitting outside on my front porch, listening to the birds sing. "The Earth has much to say to those who listen." That is a fantastic quote. Beer has much to say to those who listen too, so another one of my favorite things to do is sit outside at a bar and day drink. Notice how I didn't say get drunk. I have stayed true to myself in that I have not been drunk since that night in November, and I must say it has been a wonderful experience. At first I wasn't consuming any alcohol at all, but then I decided I didn't want to go to that extreme because I really do enjoy a glass of wine, a cold beer, or a really good cocktail, especially all at once.
This is a very special month for me because a) Earth Day is on the 22nd, which of course is very near and dear to me even though every day is Earth Day if you ask me, and b) the 27th is the baby Piper's birthday, my BFF Jimmy's birthday, and my birthday, which I am extra happy about because I'll be 42 and I have an aversion to odd numbers. Weird, right? I know. I don't know what the deal is there. I've just always been that way. What I do know is that I will be celebrating with all my amazing friends on the 26th and we will have a total blast, as always, even as I forgo the drunkenness. Woo hoo!
January 10, 2014
I'm almost always in possession of several commonly used but not readily available items one might need at any given moment. My purse is the size of a small goat. I used to carry Lawry's with me but I gave that up when I realized it's just uncut MSG. It's like I associate not having access to things or running out of things with suffering. Like once these things are gone all hell will break loose. Armageddon, on the spot. Oh shit, there's only one roll of paper towels left! How did this happen? I can hear the warning sirens right now. Everyone evacuate! It's the end of the world as we know and I DON'T feel fine!
What in the hell happened to make me this way? I would imagine it's probably because I was raised in a house we call the HamannMart. It was (and still is) packed full of everything - food, toiletries, accessories - you name it and the HamannMart has it. It is literally like stepping into a grocery store. I am not lying when I tell you that before I go out and buy some random item like a frying pan or air purifier, I call my parents first and ask them if they've got one laying around taking up space. Nine times out of ten they do. My Dad has a knack for buying anything that says NEW or BOGO on it. There was never a lack of anything in my house when I was growing up. Something to be grateful for, no doubt.
So, just for fun, I thought I would give you a breakdown of what you are guaranteed to find tucked away in my small goat at least 99% of the time: make-up, chapstick, tweezers, nail clipper, band-aids, bobby pins, nail file, safety pins, hair ties, headbands (that's just in my make-up bag), wallet, checkbook, tissues, pen, paper, gum, eye drops, handkerchief, lotion, meds (advil, heartburn, pepto, sinus), thumb drive, iPod, dental floss, hand sanitizer, matches, toothpicks, sewing kit, screwdriver, tape measure, and last but not least, a bottle opener. I know, right! WTF? I love it.
You should see the "shit, I drove my car into a ravine and now I'm gonna be stuck here for a while" emergency kit I have in my trunk. I also have a full-on animal (big or small) rescue kit in there, which I am proud to say has saved the day on a few occasions.
Which means, the lesson for today is this kids - in the event there is an apocalypse and/or the world is about to end, stick with me and you'll go out in comfort and style.
December 10, 2013
I've decided to use an online dating site. I think online dating is one of the absolute best things that has ever happened to the world. I can't think of anything better than smorgasboarding my way thru a bunch of men's photos and reading their witty little "about me" sections. I'm shopping for wieners. It's a beautiful thing.
The downside to online dating is spending a butt load of my time filling out sections about myself...what I'm all about and what I'm looking for, just to get bombarded with messages from men that don't even come close to matching the specifications I have ever so carefully laid out there for all to see. I have a pretty easy set of parameters...tall, Caucasian, older, don't have children, don't want children, loves animals and music, is spiritual, basically healthy, and local. It is a fact that most people don't even read your profile. They just look at your picture and send you a wink or a hello. The process does test your patience and kindness because if you are like me, you respond to all the messages you get and let them know that they are not a match for you because of one thing or another...and let me tell you it can be challenging to not be like "what the fuck is your deal man?" when some shirtless, half naked, hat on backwards, punk ass looking mother fucker sends you a run on sentence riddled with spelling errors and no punctuation.
October 28, 2013
Back in February I posted about something dying in my chimney and flies showing up in my house weeks later. I couldn't smell anything so I had no idea what horror was lurking around the corner for me...
Well, the same thing has happened again, and the worst part is that I HAVE been able to smell the poor little critter this time and I've had to deal with the stench of death in my living room for the past 3, almost 4 weeks. Every time I sit on the couch, which is of course in front of the fireplace, vapors of rotting flesh creep up my nose, and I swear to you it has texture! It's like an invisible cloud of disease is surrounding me. I feel like I'm infected with Dysentery just for stepping foot into my house.
I started seeing them last night, just a few, and this time around the flies are bigger, I swear they are, and they're even more disgusting and wretched because I'm keenly aware of the horrible fact that they are nothing more than maggots with wings. They are so icky the cats won't go near them. They won't even chase them. I've seen a couple of dead ones here and there and am convinced that Daisy looked at me after noticing them and said "Jesus Christ Mom, clean these fucking flies up, would you?"
A side effect of the Dysentery is quite frequently throughout the day, I encounter the random aroma of the essence of the dearly departed. I don't know if it's on my clothes or if it's in my head or even worse if it's my Payless shoes. I think I'm gonna have to chalk it up to the power of suggestion, for hygienic and sanity reasons.
So I can't wait to get home and see just how many of the little bastards actually completed the journey from fiber glass filled chimney into Casa de Brown.
Oh, and of course there's this: take away the selfish aspect of the entire situation and there lies the simple fact that some sweet, innocent creature accidentally fell into the chimney and undoubtedly suffered tremendously by starving to death. For this my heart aches.
Obviously I cannot go thru this experience again, so Heidi's son is going to come over and get on the roof and cover the chimney hole in the next week or two. Oh how I wish I would have done it sooner.
September 27, 2013
What I enjoy more is drinking, which I have been partaking in quite a bit as of late. Last Friday night I went downtown after a work event with some of the UCF students that were helping us out and I drank way too much. I mean waaaaaaaaaay too much. Free booze always puts a hurtin on me. I was drinking Seven and Seven, which seems to be my cocktail of choice nowadays - I had to get off the vodka - with shots of tequila and fireball whiskey tangled up in there. It was all I could do to muster up the interest in hanging out with a bunch of 23 year olds in the real world. They were super sweet and we ended up having a pretty fun time, but I had to be careful not to expose them to what a lifetime of partying with no "breaks" can do to someone's tolerance. I don't encourage anyone to drink consistently for 22 years straight, like I have. It's expensive and calorie laden and it ages you. Plus, once you reach a certain point you just black out, even though you are fully functioning on a social level, and that's just all together bad news.
I have seen and done some serious shit in my life...I've peed in my bed, I've hit on old men, I've driven with one hand over my eye, I have pissed in every public place you can imagine (including in a cup in my car while stuck in traffic on I-4), I've been busted having sex in vehicles and bathrooms, I've stolen street signs...but I have never, ever passed out on the street. GO ME.
June 21, 2013
Anyway, to ward off the insects, I've got a fan in my hand since nowadays mosquitoes travel in packs and are the size of newborns. They absolutely love me because I overindulge in wearing all things that smell good. And of course it helps keep me a little cooler since it's 3,000 degrees outside.
Well we're shootin the shit for about 20 minutes. I'm fanning myself and him and his dog and everyone else walking by, who, by the way, I seem to know because I am constantly out on my front steps with the cats. After we're done talking, I go in the house and all I'm thinking to myself is please God don't let me have anything weird on my face or in my teeth. Let me just tell you that this cat has never seen me look decent. I've only ever seen him outside, after work, with crappy clothes on, no make up, hair a total mess...you get the picture. So I go look in the mirror to inspect my face and it looks okay, nothing funny going on. I'm like WOO HOO! Awesome! But the joy is short lived, because as I look down at my dark green shirt I see them...
Huge ass sweat circles under my boobs. There is no way they went unnoticed. No way. They were fucking terrible. I was like OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! WTF? I had to laugh because, well, what else are you gonna do, ya know!?! We had just talked about how fricking hot it was so how could he have been that grossed out about it, right?
We shall see. If he starts taking a different route to walk his dog and I never see him again, we will know he's not into sweaty women that smell like patchouli. All I know is this - when I go thru menopause I'm moving to Alaska.
June 19, 2013
I've tried everything just shy of never leaving my house. I'm not kidding. The really sad part is I have to go thru this bullshit every day. I shower, I'm clean, I go outside to get into my car, I immediately start sweating, I turn the A/C on, I cool down, I get to my destination, I get out the car, I start sweating again, then I get inside and start the cool down process once more, all with drenched panties and pit stains. God help me if we are trying to sit outside somewhere! I'm breaking out a fan, icing my hands down, chugging water (or booze) and incessantly wiping my face off with a handkerchief. My sweat glands are in total overdrive. I've put deodorant in places no stick of Secret should ever venture to. I've used so much baby powder my vagina has been hidden under a layer of paste.
Of course the reason for this nonsense is because the heat and humidity in this state are like layers of texture. You can feel them. It's like there are millions of hair dryers on high dangling from the trees above. Clouds of heat. Magic legs.
And what's even more awful is I'm one of those women who sweats like a man. I sweat in between and underneath my boobs, down my back, along my mustache, everywhere. How fucking awesome is that? Can you imagine? Hi, I'm Karen. I like animals, music, beer and the beach. I'm really mellow and I love my life. I sweat profusely in any place on my body with a crease or any place where skin touches skin. We should get a drink sometime.
One of my friends used to have a car with an air vent that was underneath the steering wheel, just at hoo level. You know a woman designed that model. I think all cars need one. Next time you see a girl with her foot on the dash, she's improvising.
May 17, 2013
Earlier in one of my posts, I mentioned that I am a fan of large cotton underwear. I still am, but recently I decided that I would treat myself to some sexier, prettier panties. Not for any particular reason, just that I figured it was time to cut the chord to my Hanes. I suppose the fact that some of my friends relentlessly tease me about my obsession with high waisted briefs didn't hinder my decision.
So, yesterday after work I went to Victoria's Secret. This is when I noticed she was in dyer need of spectacles. Strewn all over the walls and tables were bras and panties that were half the size they used to be when I shopped there years ago. All I could think to myself was poor Victoria! She really should find a decent Opthalmologist.
Feeling filled with angst over poor Vickie and her terrible eyesight, I ran out of there as fast as I could, refusing to support a company that was so clearly taking total advantage of a poor, elderly woman's declining eyesight. It was such a heartbreaking situation, I immediately headed to Olive Garden and got an order of fettuccine alfredo to go, just to calm myself down a bit. Oh wait, first I stopped at Piercing Pagoda and bought a cute pair of earrings. Oh, and I also smelled some perfume at the Clinique counter. Anyway, I was extremely distraught.
Okay, obviously I didn't really run out of Victoria's Secret. I just came to terms with the fact that I'm getting older and I don't wear a medium panty anymore and I prefer full coverage bras now, which is more than fine with me.
I did get some really cute stuff though. Next time I make out with a random boy in a bathroom I should shine in the intimate apparel department.
Unfortunately, I ate the pasta like I hadn't eaten in a week, which I probably shouldn't do again if I want to continue to buy anything from VS. It gave me heartburn. Olive Garden is like drinking too much - it's all good going down, but most of the time the aftermath just ain't worth it.
April 3, 2013
I'm a spiritual person. I talk the talk, I walk the walk, I read the books, I don't eat meat, I journal (not as much as I should but what the fuck man, sometimes I just don't feel like it). I think how I'm supposed to think and I behave how I'm supposed to behave (for the most part, let's not get carried away here), but there are a few ideas that come along with this whole "hippy-free spirit-alternative" lifestyle that I just can't seem to get into and I am sick and tired of feeling like a complete douchebag because of it.
I DO NOT WANT TO MEDITATE AND
There, I said it. I have spent so many years buying books and DVD's on meditation and yoga - I even have an entire room dedicated to meditating with pillows, candles, statues...all kinds of shit - and I barely touch them. They were a complete and total waste of my money and to be honest with you, every time I look at them I say to myself "got damn Karen, you need to read that or when are you going to watch that DVD asshole?" and it makes me feel bad. Like really bad. And as far as yoga goes? I suck so bad I just paid for a year's worth of classes and only went for 3 months. I KNOW! WTF? For some reason I feel chained to the idea that I have to partake in and be totally perfect at all these spiritual practices or I might not be the divine, wonderful, whole person I am and have been the entire time. What a lousy crock of shit!
So no more, man. No more. From now on I will be totally comfortable with my process of learning and development. I will let go of the idea of perfection and be at peace with the choices I make regarding my spiritual growth and enlightenment. I am totally comfortable with how I live my life.
WHEW! Wow, I feel like such a burden has been lifted from my shoulders. That took way too damn long to come to terms with, and all I have to say about it is AMEN and HOLLA.