I saw Ginger's year book photos and I decided to give it a try. After you poke fun of me and get a good laugh, go to "yearbook yourself". Let me know if you do, so I can come over and laugh hysterically compliment how great your photos look. The photos to choose from are 1950 - 2000.
When Hillary gave her speech Tuesday night, I knew a few lines would be quoted and make for future punchlines. The two obvious:
[thank you] to my sisterhood of the traveling pantsuits...
No Way. No How. No McCain.
But what about Bill Clinton? Did the pride he showed come from his heart? Were the watery eyes genuine? His mouthing the words "I love you, I love you forever", were they from a husband in a marriage that has come full cycle? (sorta)
I'll play the American Fairy Tale card and say I believe so.
But then again, anyone who has been married three times (moi) is a sucker for romance!
The local radio station keeps announcing Madonna's "Sticky and Sweet Tour" will be coming to Detroit, at Ford Field, November 18th. I've always liked Madonna. She grew up right here, in the small city I live in. As the photos from her tour are being released, I am *head tilt* not sure what I am seeing. She works out daily and eats healthy (?).
I know she loves to reinvent herself, but ....but ... but ...
Since Ree and I got there before MommyTime, we ordered appetizers.
Lucky Cat Martini's (that's considered an appetizer, right?)
We shared wonderful dishes of chicken and steak, but more so the conversation.
If there are any Michigan bloggers that would like to meet on a regular basis for dinners, we'd love to establish a Michigan Blogger group.
The Lucky Cat Martini
Technique: Shake and Strain Ingredients: Smirnoff Vanilla Vodka 2 oz. Pineapple Juice 1 oz Chambord 0.5 oz, sink in center of glass Garnish: A wedge of fresh pineapple speared on a toothpick with a pineapple leaf .
So I'm sitting on the floor, hair up in a messy ponytail, in an over-sized T-shirt that's torn and bleach stained. I have on daisy dukes that I never leave the house in and are only worn on cleaning day. I'm not showered yet, a dust cloth and Windex at my side. The phone rings, it's my ex-husband, my kids father.
Bill : Hi, busy? Me: Not really. Bill: What are you doing? Me: Watching porn. Bill: ::: silence ::: Me: Wait, that didn't sound right. Me: I'm watching porn, but it's not mine, its Bryan's. (our son) Bill : ::: silence::: Me: Still doesn't sound right does it?
I went on to explain, while cleaning, I found Bryan's porn stash. I had a rule when my kids lived with me, no drugs, booze, porn, or paraphernalia of any kind anywhere in my house. I explained it was their home, but my house. My house has rules and I will enforce them, NOTHING is sacred. I guaranteed them I will go through their drawers, closets, backpacks, purses, hiding spots they think I don't know about AND that it is my right and duty. And I did.
When I first found Bryan's porn tapes, I figured OK, probably most boys his age have them. Don't freak. It's against my rules though, so I'll pitch them and tell him after the garbage has been picked up.
Then, I wondered. What does he watch? Is it soft porn? Is it the dumb porn recorded off the Playboy channel? Or ... is it the degrading of women porn? I'd hate to think my kid was watching porn where a woman was being treated sub-human. No way would I want him to think that was acceptable. I also wanted to make sure he wasn't into MILFy porn ...yikes!
So I sat there and watched. I suppose I could have just fast forwarded through the tapes, but actually, they weren't bad. Most were just soft porn. Some were, as I thought, amateur clips recorded off the Playboy channel.
I did throw the tapes out and I did tell him. Porn is porn and it wasn't allowed.
This happened when my son was 14 years old. When I met my girlfriend Donna last Saturday, we were swapping stories of how we handled our teens as they were growing up. We were thanking the Lord they were all grown, but still biting our nails wondering what their young adulthood has in store for us.
Friday night was another great "girls night out" with my friend Donna .
Saturday, lunch was with Donna and our friend Jim, who we hadn't seen in over 20 years.
Saturday night was a surprise 30th birthday party for my nephew Captain Obvious.
Sunday Debbie and I went to Comerica Park to watch The Detroit Tigers lose to vs The Baltimore Orioles .... unfortunately the best part was when our row of seats won a free pizza for each of us.
Kellan at On The Flipside has reposted my post from last February, Profiling Pit Bulls. Check out her site and leave her a comment. Her Flipside blog features other bloggers past posts that open up discussions to different opinions. She's had some great topics. She also has an Upside blog! She is someone I met at BlogHer in San Francisco and truly is a wonderful person.
Slacker-Moms-R-Us (Kristie) tagged me with this meme. First, I have to say I am *star-struck* with her.
I [quasi] met her at BlogHer in San Francisco. She was in the chair next to me during the Bare Minerals makeover. If I had her skin, I would skip all the minerals and just stay with the bare look. She's gorgeous!
The rules are to post my answers to a quiz. There are no wrong answers because it’s all about me. Unless I lie to look cooler or smarter than I am.
A. Attached or single? single, married, single, married, single, married ... SINGLE!
B. Best friend? my sister and vodka
C. Cake or pie? pancake
D. Day of choice? every ... it's all about the here and now
E. Essential item? concealer (I have Uncle Fester eyes)
When I checked out of the Westin Hotel, (this past BlogHer experience) I had additional charges on my bill.
You know the little refrigerator in the rooms? Stocked with drinks, cute little bottles of booze? Chips, nuts, candy bars, etc.? Well my bill reflected I had had a food fest all weekend! There were like $60 in charges. Hu?????
I questioned at the desk and said in fact, I never took one thing from there. Sure I moved a few things around to put my water bottles in there. I picked up the booze bottles, just because they were cute. I read the labels on the nuts and trail mix before deciding against them.
I touched them.
That's why the fee. (They adjusted it off my bill.) Everything is on a sensor. Who would have thought? Each item I picked up was tallied as a purchase. I assumed housekeeping monitored the refrigerator daily, restocked when necessary, and reported items taken. Not so.
“You’ll want to calibrate your battery,” said the dude.
“Calibrate it?” What the fuck? “What do you mean?” I’m picturing opening my iPhone and hooking it up to a voltage meter with black and red leads, maybe an oscilloscope to check the frequency and make sure I’ve got a nice wave pattern on it or something.
“You use the phone until it’s completely dead,” says the dude, “then charge it up fully, use it AGAIN till it’s dead, charge it up fully, and you’re good to go.”
Oh. That. I thought that was called training your battery’s memory. Because, you know, rechargeable batteries DO have memories. If you’re one of those people that routinely slaps your phone on the charger when it’s down to a half-charge then you’re going to seriously shorten your battery’s lifespan. Seriously.
Ahhhh, so that's why my battery never seems to hold a charge. I routinely slap it in the charger to "top it off".
I'll be letting it run down from now on, so if in the middle of our conversation we disconnect, I didn't hang up on you ...I'm calibrating. (sexy,eh?)
I thought about going to work for a half day to organize my desk into piles so Monday I could begin to catch up. Then I realized how stupid that is. So I'm home. I feel so much better. My shower and my bed are better than anything Dr. Feelgood can prescribe.
Thanks to everyone for your e-mails of concern and good wishes.
So for those that don't know me personally, I rarely ... I mean rarely ever miss work. I rarely watch TV. I'm rarely at home. It's been almost 24 hours since I've been home and thus far I have discovered:
No alarm clock, I slept in until 8 am
I'm still in sleep shirt and hair is piled on my head.
The dogs are happy campers since I got home.
I love TheEllen Show and The View.
I am lucky to have a wonderful family and great friends.
I see dust ..... everywhere!
My torso is covered with sticky squares of glue that doesn't shower off.
The dogs won't leave my side.
I don't get the "Oprah" hype.
I could become more of an online addict.