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Rounding up…
The date was February 24, 2005 when I typed the first sentence into my blog; “It has finally happened, the sun is out in California!” Well, here it is Oct. 3, 2006 and guess what…the sun is out in California! So was the opening day of sharing some of my life with you. Not the most original of openings I have had. 
I thought I would make this blog all about beginnings, not endings…although that might be good for another blog. Yep, I’ve decided to string together some lines or paragraphs of some of my blogs, and lets see what happens. Pull up a chair, pour yourself a stiff one, it's going to be a long, bumpy ride.
What I did not expect was that every machine in my current house would decide to break before I can get it sold, or even moved into the new one.
The love of my life went to Israel on Thursday, without me. Just got off of the phone with my love. All problems mentioned previously have been resolved and he managed to get a good night's sleep.
I was not cut out to be a construction supervisor. I'm happy to report that things are slowly getting done at the new house.
Funny, my massage lady is working on her black belt in Karate, she's one strong lady, and I wouldn't want to sneak up on her in a dark alley, lol.
Every day I get this little notice in my mailbox reminding me to update my blog. Who knew I'd be reminded that I need to say something every day? I have to laugh.
I decided I would need one which is long enough that I could put all of my 102 lbs. onto for leverage. So, now I'll spend my Saturday morning trying to breathe, coughing up stuff and trying not to do anything that involves my hands. If I wasn't a "grown-up" I would have been scared to death last night because of some of the sounds I heard.
At first, I began cutting all of my dolls' hair. Hmmmm....if I was to dye my hair red now, I could pass for Woody the Woodpecker! I'm tired of being blamed for someone else’s self-made problems. I have enough of my own, without taking a load of crap from somebody who is a nutcase.
I now have 68 steps to maintaining my weight. No more silly slogan shirts for me like, "I thought you were cute...until you got closer." What the hell was I thinking?
Do I feel sorry for myself sometimes? YES. Do I feel unworthy sometimes? Of course, it is human nature. But, I know the "buck stops here." I cannot blame others for what I allow them to do to me. Damn, I see now that sometimes feelings get buried when we try so hard to "do the right thing."
I've done good things, and I've done some bad things, but I really have few regrets about my life. I made lemonade out of the "lemon" years, and the rest seemed to me to have been somewhat charmed, for some reason. There is nothing I could do about the past anyway, except to learn and grow from my mistakes, and I believe I have.
I don't need to miss out on life trying to make one for the future. I made some comment to the lady behind me, about how pressed I was for time these days, and without her asking, I began to relay my "woe is me" CRAP. She was polite, and when I finished said to me, "Do you have anyone on life support?" Aghast I looked her in the eye and said, "Not today." She said to me, "Then it is a good day."
I see the human mind is so full of ideas and ways to express them and it spurs me on each and every time I'm here. I can't say enough to thank everyone that I have had the opportunity to come into contact with.
I'm driving down the mountain and the words "wife beater" crossed my brain. I noticed nobody asked who Joey Buttafucco is, lol. I guess my point was that I really hated this term, especially applied to a little piece of clothing, that I was wearing.? “Wife Beater n.: 2 [slang] A Sleeveless, Ribbed White Cotton Undershirt”.
Gosh, I rushed over to the tree and plucked one off of the heavy gracefully bent arms which extended the fruit so seductively to me and sunk my teeth into a warm, succulent burst of sweetness. If it was just one it would be different, but he always hands me three, and I feel obligated to eat them so I don't get some ant trail to my nightstand.
I had another small pleasure today too. Alas, I've finished my coffee and it's time to get out my hardhat, smile and bag of compliments and get to work! Well, that's Friday the 13th for ya.
When I arrived home I found my house full of real estate agents, walking around dropping muffin crumbs and sloshing orange juice while scrutinizing my decorating skills or my housekeeping skills.
Gee, this didn't start out to be a multi-Moanday, but as I think about all this I realize I may be more Moandays away from completion than I anticipated.
My true friends don't worry if they're first on my list, they know they are in my heart and I'll be back to normal soon. I'll just slip on my Victoria's Secret outfit and we'll see what punishment I get! One minute to go...seems like today is a teaser for something I'll have to explore more deeply when I can find more time. How would it look for me to have tire tracks all over the front of me? He has to get so close to you that his little nose is on your skin, sniffing, and if you are fortunate he licks your eyelid.
As I lay stretched out on the massage table naked save for the sheet covering my privates, I tell my sob story to her. After spending a good hour with a very nice salesman at Circuit City, him telling me how great the Sony was, I nearly did it again, impulse buy. God bless the firefighters. When I rounded the corner and spied the cause of "frolic interruptus"; It seems as though Wiley Coyote had entered the picture, he was casually drinking from the spa! What I have learned along the way, is there are more kinds of "satisfaction" than sexual. Remember “Stavros and Honor"? Oh well, so much for the best laid plans. I think of it as a loss of privacy trade-off. OJ, Robert Blake...and now Whacko Jacko. Number 22, three celebrity crushes. Well, who wouldn't want to be distracted when faced with such a daunting, unsavory task? Well, yeah, he mentioned only the smallest of the "injury".
Morning everyone! A surprise attack, lol. I got my mirrors installed in the bathroom and nearly scared myself because I was running errands when they did it, had no idea they were there until I was talking with the carpet guy and noticed this blonde in the mirror! LOL. I tested it out, we got those adjustable beds, and it nearly did me in it was so comfy. Finally, I had my first experience with my new, electric drill! Doesn't one tend to lose pounds when they fall in love? LOL. So today, after hubby left this morning I crawled into bed and there I stayed most of the day. He called from Nashville, he's doing well, except for some sore ribs, knee and elbow. I can't tell them the price until I go find my purse and get some reading glasses. (They never pull out their own, maybe they enjoy seeing me squint.) The man who began this, went to college in the USA, financed by his mother having sold 73 cows to do so.
The constant pain is wearing us both out. Him living it, me having to hear each moan from pain, or groan and expletive borne of frustration. You only need two tools: WD-40 and Duct Tape.
Hey, don't think you'll get rid of me for two-plus weeks, there is INTERNET on the ship, and I'll be having some blog time while everyone else is soaking up sun and getting burned, lol.
I walked down the hall towards the entry hall, and saw all three dogs jumping and barking, and A POLICEMAN standing in the entry, hand on his gun! "You look magnificent."
"Oh, let me get you someone who knows all about that." I am told, by Scotland Yard that international agents were at work here, namely one Nottingham Bear, The Four Duckaneers and a new, mysterious, heretofore unknown, head of of The Decency Ducks. It also would appear that one, Delphine duck from CA was implicated also. I believe there has been a siting of "Dirk" and the rest....stayed tuned, any developments will be forthcoming, CCNN is always the place to find out the breaking news.... At this time, a cabin-to-cabin search is underway for the four “duckaneers”, alleged ducknappers. Then, as I excused myself for dinner the VERY drunk magician asked if I would invite him to eat dinner at my table.
It has been suggested by the traveling duck troops (and N. Bear) that we shoot him wif an arrow, but we Defenders of Decency For Ducks (Phyllis, CC, Scarlett and myself) have nixed that idea.
I expect that Dirk and Deanna will be flying south after the honeymoon, happy, but without visiting his Evil Twin in Texas, Dork, who has been in hiding ever since the ducknapping.
Larry Flint came to dinner. So now, tomorrow morning at seven the "monitor" will arrive here. "My girlfriends are going to die when they see this." The wife said, " Well, I have decided to start the pill again." I'll just have to read the manuals for a change, and hope I remember long enough to apply the knowledge! I did have some trouble with our saleswoman, because she kept trying to act like a stupid "blonde". “I dunno, I think I understand EVERYTHING NOW. Thanks for sharing.”
When you have a warm body, capable of dispensing hugs, words of encouragement, and in general, keeping things flowing on an even keel, why not avail yourself? Hope nobody spit their drink all over their keyboards!
"Oh no, not Nada being serious AGAIN!" You couldn’t just wash it off either; no you were stained for life, at least emotionally. I'll try to refrain from excessive use though, as it could be addictive. Sheesh, I have to stop passing out treats when I get up every morning. The best part are the winks, so far...the fluttering of those thick, upswept eyelashes, an occasional dimple opening up...well, you get the picture. “Go to the couch.” Oooh...some phone sex”....nah, but a gal could hope, lol. Have you ever heard of Joseph Pujol?
I swear they had taken Nada Typing 101. Yeah right, since when have I had nothing to say?
I guess this is it…it’s been an incredible time getting to know you, my fellow bloggers..and sharing some of the past 499 entries with you.
I’m going to try to take a few days off of blogging and get my port organized, but I anticipate starting off with Sunday Funnies, some things just don’t end, but begin anew. I look forward to being a part of your blog lives for a long while yet to come.
Thank you all for your incredible patience and support. May the happiness bug bite ya’ll soon! See ya'll SOON!!!!!!
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