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
November 29, 2012
October 26, 2012
A couple of months ago, sweat leaked into my iPod when I had it stuck in my workout bra while I was mowing the yard. I know, that's nasty, but I can't help it. My life revolves around music. I barely make a move without consulting either Led Zeppelin, Pearl Jam, or The Black Crowes. His name was Clint (the iPod) and after he got wet he started a slow but steady decline that would leave me nervous, almost frantic, knowing that it was just a matter of time before he took a shit on me and I would have to break down and buy a new one, and let me tell you, them bitches ain't cheap. $249 for a 160 GB iPod, which is what this girl needs since I have 12,000 + songs in my iTunes library. I do not mess around with my glorious music.
Well, there I was, in a panic on the Apple website, trying to figure out how I was gonna get a new iPod, when all of a sudden I see the most amazing words a stressed out broke bitch could see...FINANCING AVAILABLE. What? For real? I was so excited I have to say that the next few seconds were spent in a haze as my mind processed just how much damage I could do with a shitload of Apple crack, I mean credit. So what did I do? I went for it! I filled out the form and 10 seconds after I hit submit this lucky bitch had a $1,500 credit card that could be used right away on the Apple site! Woo hoo! That's right! 6 months no interest! Needless to say I was ecstatic. ECSTATIC. Stevie Wonder could see how ecstatic I was.
Anyway, I then proceeded to buy my classic 160 GB iPod, the new 16 GB iPod Nano, and the iPhone 5 - all for $666.69. That's a damn good number if I may say so myself. In the past week I have received all my merchandise except for the iPhone. It should be here in a couple of weeks. And let me tell you, I could not be happier.
I know in my heart that if I had to succumb to either blindness or deafness, being deaf would break me. I have no interest in being on this earth if I can't hear Dave Brubek or Elton John, or Piper and Daisy when they purr, or the sound of my family and friends when they laugh and tell me they love me. Not seeing them would be devastating, but I could visualize. Not hearing them would mean death for me.
October 12, 2012
September 18, 2012
I know, I know...but I just can't help it! I love making an ass out of myself and sharing it with the world. I really, truly do. I love making fun of myself and laughing at myself. I'm not easily embarrassed and my "appropriate" filter is holier than our judicial system.
I will swear til the day I die that laughter is the best medicine for most things.
Speaking of medicine...I'm on the brain vitamin and the ADD medicine and I haven't had any booze in 3 weeks and I feel INCREDIBLE. Refraining from being a broke, drunken mess hasn't been difficult at all. Go figure.
August 31, 2012
I've always had a bad memory and a hard time concentrating, especially in school. As an incentive, my Dad used to pay me for getting A's - he never had to shell out a dime. It was useless because my brain was doing the best it could, but the best it could do was shitola. I remember (I remember!) my friends would never have to study for tests and I would kill myself trying to put all the mumbo jumbo in my head together. The only area I excelled in was English, and even though I still made crappy grades in honors classes, I was at least retaining some of that information. Maybe so I could write this blog. I never even went to college as I knew I would struggle to pay attention in class. The booze and drugs would have been no problem for me though.
Over the past year or so I noticed that all of it seemed to be getting worse. I would have conversations with my friends and completely forget the conversations. I went to the movies with my BFF and then 3 days later asked her if she saw the movie. WTF right? I know. I was easily overwhelmed at work, unable to finish one task without starting another - same with cleaning my house - start cleaning the kitchen, go to the bathroom to get something, then start cleaning the bathroom, and so on and so on. Of course, this whole revelation brought on some anxiety for me...trepidation if you will. I started to want to do, see, and know less so I wouldn't forget it or I wouldn't get stressed out about it and that is no way to live. On top of all of it, I have an Aunt that passed away last year from the effects of Alzheimer's. She had it for about 12 years and it was devastating.
So, last week I paid my first visit ever to a psychiatrist and he diagnosed me with MCI (I already knew I had ADD from a diagnosis made about 8 years ago) and thus came the harsh reality of what was happening to me and how some of my lifestyle choices were doing major, irreversible damage to my brain, aiding in the steady decline of my mind. The cause of the disease itself is rather simple - my brain slacks at absorbing Folate and B vitamins and I was born this way. Okay, cool. But can you guess what the major, self controlled contributor to my brain rot is? ALCOHOL. Alcohol is killing my brain cells. I drink too much at one time, I black out, and when I do so my brain blacks out with me, causing some serious spoilage to the few remaining cells in there. Who would have thought that 20 years of getting totally shit faced and forgetting most of the night would be a bad thing? Oh, and come to find out I'm a "binge drinker" - meaning I don't drink during the week but I sure do make up for it on the weekends.
Needless to say, finding all this out was a real eye opener for me and scared me quite a bit. When someones says "signs of pre-dementia" to you - unless you're a total idiot, you pay attention. What I'm happy to report is that the condition can be greatly improved with a "brain vitamin" and an anti-depressant to control the ADD and anxiety, both of which I have started to take and am already feeling the positive effects from. YAY!!
Here's a shocker - I am avoiding alcohol for a while. I've always thought it would be really difficult to stop drinking (or cut back at least) but now I'm convinced it won't be, although it's only been a week...ask me how I feel next week.
Overall, I am much more relaxed and at ease with the whole situation. Knowing what's wrong and knowing that there are fixes are two of the most settling feelings you can have. I'm grateful beyond words for modern day medicine and couldn't be happier about my sober future. Okay, that's probably a partial lie but let's just go with it for now.
Speaking of sober...it's Labor Day weekend and I don't have to worry about a DUI, a hangover, or breaking my bank account. That is good shit right there.
Happy Labor Day!
August 22, 2012
I then began to wonder what kind of sandwich it was. What would be the easiest sandwich to make while operating a vehicle? PB & J? Nah, too many jars. Bologna with mayo? Turkey and ham? Was there cheese involved?
WTF is the world coming to when someone thinks it's okay to make a sandwich in the car? Now, I would be a complete LIAR if I said I didn't text or put on make up or mess with my iPod while I'm driving. I know. Terrible. I just think a sandwich is a bit ridiculous. Making a margarita would have been way more acceptable.
And then, just to show how awesome this guy really was, he did the "what the fuck?" hand gesture out his window to the FL Highway Patrol cars parked on the side of the road! Again, another gasp comes from my mouth as I'm watching this total jack ass be, well, a total jack ass. I thought for sure Johnny Law was gonna come after him and give him a ticket for being so angry and then quite possibly get a free meal from the whole deal.
Speaking of free meals...I'm going to Dave and Busters tomorrow for a work event and I'm going to eat all the free food and drink all the free booze I can get my greedy little hands on. I'm also going to beat House of Dead. I did it last year and I'm going to do it again. I am quite excited about it really.
August 1, 2012
Well guess what? I'm having my sinuses scraped in 2 days. What in the fucking hell you say? I know, I know. But it's a necessary thing. Trust me. I cannot breathe. I haven't been able to breathe for about 2 - 3 years and it's getting worse. I've become one of those nasty mouth breathers when I sleep...not to mention a snorer, a jumper, and a major gas passer. Well that last part really doesn't have anything to do with my sinuses but I thought I would throw it in there for shits and giggles.
Sleep Apnea is a real fucking peach of an ailment too, let me tell you. That's where you stop breathing and you wake yourself up all night, usually with a ridiculously loud snort and an even more ridiculously violent jerk that scares the shit out of you and anything in the near vicinity of you. I'm constantly exhausted. The bags under my eyes could give a 90 year old woman a run for her money, not to mention the dark circles.
So, needless to say, while I do have a bit of anxiety about the surgery and the week after, which I will spend with stints and packing in my nose, it thrills me to know that my life will dramatically improve in just about a week from now. I'm also extremely grateful that I have the ability/opportunity to get this surgery. So many people would just have to suffer through it, perhaps for the rest of their lives, which is incredibly sad to me. And let me tell you, not being able to breathe at 100% capacity is a tough hand to play.
Speaking of hands...I think my fingers are still growing. Weird, huh. They're slowly starting to resemble tentacles. I wonder if they have a surgery for that?
July 27, 2012
I noticed him in X-Men - First Class, but didn't think much about him. Then I saw him in the 2011 remake of Jane Eyre...all 20th century looking with crazy chops, unruly hair, and a white ruffly shirt.
Don't ask me why his part in that movie was a pivotal turning point in my life, bringing on the mass internal hysteria that comes when you can't stop thinking about someone, but it was. I found pictures of him and saved them to every electronic device I own. I searched YouTube for video after video of him and I watched them over and over again like a raging lunatic. I think my friends were getting a little worried about me, although they enjoyed it when I sent them beautiful pictures of him.
And then I found the messiah of all his films...Shame. He plays a sex addict named Brandon and his unit is the star of the movie. It is a spectacular film but it's very dark. I was literally on the edge of my bed, I mean, my seat the entire movie. Everyone should see it. It was such an eye opener for me. I had no idea sex addiction was so widespread.
Speaking of widespread...I had another rendezvous with the boy from the bathroom. It was much nicer than being in the john, even though that is a fond but somewhat shaky memory. And although public debauchery is one of my favorite things in life, in some instances, there really is no place like home.
July 3, 2012
I looked really cute with my white/khaki striped knee length cotton skirt and matching khaki v-neck tee on. I love to color coordinate my entire outfit so I had matching roos (that's undaroos, pantaroos, panties, undies...) on too. The cotton kind. Hanes. White. Do you see where I'm going with this? I also hadn't shaved my legs in a while as I am gleefully single...
The only thing that saved me in the slightest, and I mean the slightest sense, was that they were at least boy cut and not high waisted briefs, which I am not too embarrassed to admit to owning. So when this cat touched my legs and got a glimpse of my roos, well, you can imagine, can't you. And yes, he did call me out on it all too. I was pissing myself laughing and so was he. All I can say is thank God he was a) really drunk himself, b) a total hoot and had an awesome sense of humor, and c) was way more interested in my top half, since we were in the bathroom in a bar, ya know. We were limited to what we could do...although it was quite an adventure.
Speaking of adventure...looks like I'll be taking a trip Walmart to buy sexy underwear. There's something very wrong with that sentence, don't you agree?
Happy Independence Day!
June 29, 2012
Another thing I did was deleting all the posts that were already on this blog. I started it in like early 2011 or something and I had a bunch of really funny crap on here, I mean, like make you laugh your ass off funny. But after making some changes in my life, I thought the old posts were going to remind me of a time I'm in the process of totally forgetting. Turns out they wouldn't have. They would have just made me laugh, because, like I said, shit was ridiculously funny.
So here I am, starting anew, being all kinds of funny again and thoroughly enjoying myself. I have a fantastic life. I am a very cool girl with a wonderful outlook on life and all the good things to show for it. Practically perfect in every way...like Mary Poppins. Not me, but my life.
I am my biggest cheerleader. Well maybe not my biggest. That would be my Mom. Oh, and my Dad. And of course my 3 older brothers. Wow, can't forget all my amazing friends...sheesh, and truthfully the entire universe, which perpetually shows me kindness, love, and support.
Speaking of support...I've taken up yoga and have been walking and working out and I've lost a few lbs, which I am very happy about, so I need a new bra...hence the support segway (which is actually spelled "segue" by the way - I know, right?)
I am a huge fan of segways and I will probably do one at the end of each of my posts, simply because that's just how I roll.
Happy Friday to you.