Monday, May 3, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Even the most healthy relationships are flawed. I wish for anyone reading this to be aware of opportunities given them to forgive, love, appreciate and nurture relationships. I think many of us are stuck not knowing how to do those things or how to ask for what we need from people. I hope that you learn to complete your relationships. They don't have to be ending for you to make them whole and to not leave things unsaid.
I've not yet figured this out for my own life. Always learning this stuff. I guess many things do not come naturally to me and take effort to find the words, especially towards certain people.
The book says that what matters most are being able to complete your relationships by having discussions around these statements:
Will you please forgive me?
I forgive you.
I love you.
And lastly, being able to say Goodbye is very important when someone is dying or leaving or a relationship is ending.
I've tried really hard to say what matters. Part of me wants to write the authors and tell them they suck because many times it gets me nowhere. But I know that if I never understand why it mattered, that it still must. I can hope anyway. I hope my relationship with most people wasn't for nothing.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
As I laid there thinking about the meteor that was or wasn’t there, my thoughts drifted to people.
I thought of how some people in your life are like the second meteor that was or wasn’t there. And of how you can never be sure of them. The more you look for them, the more they fade away. And then I’ll remember something they said to me or something they shared with me or something I felt because of them and for a moment, there they are. But are they? Were they ever there? I can’t be sure. And the memory fades.
And it is sad. How unsure I am of them. How I can’t be sure of anything about them. How I can’t rely on my own memories of them because their words became untrue and disappeared from the pages when I needed them. Just like how I believed that there were lots of meteor showers somewhere in the darkness that I was staring into…logically, I knew they were there but something prevented me from seeing them…light pollution, clouds, the angle I was watching... the moth that kept attacking me! I knew they were there behind the black blanket of sky…but how could I be sure? I couldn’t. So I just watched…and waited.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friend: My mom had a c-section. Did your mom have a c-section?
My daughter: What's a c-section?
Friend: When they take you out of your mommy's tummy.
My daughter: Oh, no, they didn't take me out of that section. They took my out of the pee pee section.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Until a couple years ago, the idiom had always reminded me to look for the bright side of things. There's always a bright side...isn't that what people say?
But during the last couple years I have learned some things about myself I never would have expected or known had I not endured many cloudy days. My silver linings are very unconventional and come in three forms...survival, effort and reward.
Often, there's not a "bright side" to my difficult moments in life and many time not even a "light at the end of the tunnel". Rather, I find that one of my silver lining presents itself through the process of merely surviving an unwelcome circumstance without losing myself in the process. I draw a compensation when I go through something difficult and am able to exercise control over my reactions, gauge my behavior, and respond to the situation with as much of my true self as I can. So while I may go through that cloudy day (week or month) without a common silver lining, what actually becomes my silver lining is the gratefulness I feel at being given the opportunity to grow up and out of a formidable and maybe even painful place and be better for it.
Sometimes my silver lining comes through the effort I put forth. I have been in and am currently in situations where I am receiving little to no personal satisfaction or good feeling. My effort put forth in these situations at times seems to yield nothing for me at all. I'm neither compensated, complimented nor noticed...rather I'm quite invisible. My efforts might be for nothing. Who knows? So my silver lining IS my effort...it is in the perfection at which I execute my effort, it is in the love I execute it with, and it is in the hope I have that my effort is being received and for good.
And lastly, my silver linings come like they did during a more recent cloudy day for me. When all is wrong, and nothing is right, and everything is stacked against me...it is at these moments when I most surprised by the silver lining that emerges as pure reward. As I sit here typing, I think of a specific situation...one that threw me off course, taking shots below the belt and exhausted the pleasantries right out of me. Initially, I wanted to knock someone out...I mean, come on, doesn't that thought ever enter your mind? Simply punching someone in the face? Okay, maybe not, but using the term "knock someone out" always makes me feel better when I say it, but I digress. Anyway, as I was saying, this little situation was determined to test my patience, resilience, tolerance, and goodness. But as I began to get over myself about it and I started to let the humor of the situation pussyfoot it's way in, I experienced the most amazing silver lining. Because this situation was a task beyond my capabilities due to time constraints, I engaged in the services of someone whom I never would have worked with had I been given more time and been able to do the task on my own. The opportunity to work with her was just a fluke. I knew nothing about her when we started and by the end of the night, I was thrilled with how much she had shared her life with me. And now all I can think of is that no matter how incredibly bad the day sucked and how much I would love to have had the day go my way, on my terms, and within my control, I would never give up what we shared together. I know what I am saying probably doesn't come out right...I mean, I'm being vague because I have to be. I can't share everything here. It's just that I can't help but think about how fortunate I was to be in such a circumstance to have to solicit the help of someone I never knew I would end up liking so much and someone that would bring pure joy to the hell I had to be in on that particular day. What she shared and the way she shared it made everything worth it and I wouldn't change it for anything!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
I went to my bed in the middle of the day. I kid you not. I got underneath my covers. I looked over to hubby's nightstand and spotted a bag of chocolate so I got up and got it and went back to my side hoarding the bag. I turned on...wait for it...here it comes...I turned on THE TRUE HOLLYWOOD STORY OF MARIO LOPEZ! And I totally watched the whole thing. Brain cells leaked from my head in mass exodus...I must have lost a trillion of them during the show. In fact, I think I lost them in exponential amounts every time they mentioned "saved by the bell" or said "dimples" ha ha It was a gluttonous afternoon! God it was beautiful. I must do this more often.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Getting paid, feeling needed, enjoying the challenge of my new job.
But working long hours, feeling tired, tad bit stressed.
Hubby is holding down fort, making me laugh off the stress, and I came home to a clean house the other day.
But, he's trying to talk me into another cat and he told me that he paid someone to clean my house (after taking credit and receiving my praise of course, ha ha)!!!
I pinched a nerve in my neck and have been in pain for a while...more than I am letting on.
But, my chiro gave me a full massage and I wasn't even expecting it and then gave me a fabulous adjustment and I am sooo very happy today.
I am going to see The Producers at the Boulder Dinner Theater with my friends Kulin and Peter.
But it is on a day that I have deadlines at work and will most likely have to work late and will be flying by the seat of my pants.
I am going to Run the Republic soon...56 flights of stairs!
But I have not trained a bit and it is going to kick my butt (but in a good way).
I am going to watch Jason perform live.
But not til the 20th.
I think I'm going to South Padre for Mother's Day.
But Mother's Day is sooooo far away!
My coffee maker broke.
But hubby went out and got me the consumer reports rated best model to replace it.
I got a new car. (used but knew to me)
But literally pulled the rear view mirror off the windshield on the first day. oops. ha ha
My good friend moved here from California.
But I haven't had time to see him.
Mentally and physically I feel fantastic.
But I think I've gained 5 pounds since starting my new job due to eating crappy.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Is there ever a good reason to join in on an exercise class that:
- requires you to wear tight fitting clothes
- is held in a room with floor to ceilings mirrors
- requires you to breathe and exercise at the same time
- uses jargon like "scoop it out"...as far as I'm concerned that's too close to another phrase
- has you pretending to reach over an invisible ball...I want the real ball...I pay good money for this
- is taught by someone who is of the Pilate gender...yes, Pilate is actually a third gender, you have to be born a pilate, you can't just decide that you want to dabble in it, or "choose" to be a little Pilate, you are either Pilate or not. When my instructor came out of the womb the doctor said, "congratulations, you have a little pilate".
So this is how it goes. I get to the gym...feelin pretty good. Do a little stair climb with Rockin D, hit some weights and then head over to meet my Lori (yes, she is my Lori and you can't have her) in Pilates. I go in, grab us some green little foamy mats and relax while I wait for the instructor.
Class starts out okay. But I start to feel like I shouldn't be doing moves that require an actual list to get into. I mean, if the instructor has to actually give you a to do list to get into a position, is this exercise or work? Hold on, let me ask my abs of hell-fire right now...yep, they think that not only did they get a work out but they are on strike and would like me to kick pilate instructor chick's booty for last night's class.
I get the whole core thing. Really I do. I'm with ya. I feel it. I'm embracing it. But sweet jesus can I at least try to enter into these moves without the mirrors in my face. Oh, and it would also help my self image if I wasn't surrounded by all the hottie moms with altered images if you know what I mean because my natural body doesn't reflect in those mirros like theirs do. I also don't have their cute little pilate outfits! Actually, who am I kidding, they look really good and I look completely ridiculous.
So while I do recognize that I am working muscles that I have forgotten even existed, I have to say that my body is not made for this. I was born to not do pilates. When I came out of the womb the doctor said, "congratulations, it's an anti-pilates."
Saturday, January 3, 2009
My heart skipped a beat as I overheard his excitement for how much he still loved her after all these years of marriage. Well, I'm assuming that's the case anyway...I mean, I suppose it's possible she's his mistress and his poor wife is at home all alone but that's not very fun now is it? So I'm going with the first thought.
Friday, January 2, 2009
He combines elements of the classic singer-songwriter sound with modern rock, pop, and folk. He has a wide range of vocal ability and I could see him singing songs across many genres. He is one with the guitar, comfortably unplugged and acoustically talented.
At the wedding reception I had a chance to sit and get acquainted with him. He comes across quite shy and is very humble about his talent. But I don’t have to be humble about his talent or the fact that he is oh so adorable…just look at that face…gotta love those dimples!
I think what becomes instantly obvious when you watch Jason perform is that his heart is in it. He sings from places deep within. He pours his own experience into a song even if it is a cover and not one of his own.
He has this “ just crawled out of bed” look going on, probably because he had actually just crawled out of bed, but it works for him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to comb his hair or run my fingers through it! Ha ha
If you find yourself in Estes Park, I highly recommend checking out the music scene and tracking him down to see him live.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
…ride through Monterey or Carmel in a convertible
…make banana pancakes and crawl back into bed with you
…learn to play the ukulele so I can play our favorite songs
…open my windows and let the sun in
…quit my jobs, give away my possessions, travel and live life
…wear flip flops to my next job interview and not care
…sit on a beach writing post cards inviting random people to join me
…do anything as long as it’s together
…throw my watch into the ocean
…build a bonfire and listen to the stories of strangers
…give someone a second chance
…read a book in a hammock
…lather my body in the smell of the 70’s Coppertone tropical lotion
…feel something besides the cement hitting the bottom of my feet
…give Einstein a pair of footed pajamas for his birthday
…staple a party invite to a telephone pole inviting everyone who sees it
…paint your toenails different colors while you watch
…burry some treasure and make a map
...make up words and use them while shopping at a farmers market
…unlock the cages at a pet store, run out and see which animals follow me
…find myself in someone really different from me
…focus on nothing but fireflies for an evening
…make new and improved ant farms for all the ones I stepped on as a kid
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tonight I joined a fabulous group of women for a virgin's night of watching Mama Mia. It seems, as we were all Facebooking this week, that we realized that there were 5 of us who had not seen it...yes, yes, I know, how could that be? I have no excuse. What can I say? Abba being one of my all time love them like I can't believe it groups and yes, I had still not seen Mama Mia.
So I packed up my little plate of brie and grapes (my contribution) and headed over to the party. My gals showed up with boas and margs!
I'm a longtime ABBA fan...HUGE fan in fact...so of course right off the bat the sound track had me going. Where on earth did Meryl Streep get that voice? AMAZING! She is adorable and so is little Amanda Seyfried who plays Sophie.
I completely enjoyed this movie...beginning to end. The singing, the dancing, the wonderful cast of characters...did I mention the margaritas?
Oh, did I also forget to mention that Colin Firth is in it? Oh my.
IT was a brilliantly cast, brilliantly silly little romp in Greece! I highly recommend seeing it with your best girlfriends.
Oh crud, speaking of best girl friends...I saw this with my mom friends (who I totally adore) but did not see this with my BFF's (ha ha). The relationships between the girls and the women in this movie reminded me of my other BFF's...you know who you are and you know what I mean and we have to see this together!
Oh I have to go to bed now. I am soooo sleepy.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Today I received unexpected and unfortunate news. While I am not really in a place to discuss it publicly, I wanted to share some initial reactions and part of my thought process about it.
There are no guarantees in life. This we know. You can work hard and still finish last. That seems to be a recurring theme for me personally. I get it. Really, I get it already.
I keep reminding myself to stop thinking that just because I try hard that I “deserve” something. But how do you really know when you deserve something? How do we really know that we don’t deserve worse than we have it? So I still try to maintain the thought that I am probably getting better than I deserve despite not getting what I want.
To move forward and out of the self-pity (I can only handle that feeling for about 3 seconds), I keep telling myself that my job is not to move mountains…I’ll save that for Someone else. My job, as mundane as it sounds is just to push. Push. Push. Push. I don’t get to control when, where or how far the mountain moves, I only get to control how hard I push. That’s it. That's my job.
I can choose every day to push or not to push. Succeed or fail. And if at the end of the day I have failed, I go to bed and wake up to another chance to do it all over again and hopefully get it right.
Reality, for me anyway, is that all my pushing will amount only to what life decides to hand me. Nothing more, nothing less. But if I don’t push, life hands me nothing at all. If I don’t push, I fail.
Today a mountain moved and it feels like it moved backward. I pushed and life pushed back, set me in my place and said “now whatcha gonna do?”
I probably should be crying right now. Angry at life. Upset that my hard work didn’t deserve failure.
But I’ve been here all too often. All too often to know that self-pity get’s me nowhere. And for some reason, the moment I got the bad news, I felt a sense of peace about it. Not because I want to accept it or pretend that I am stronger than I am, but because I know from experience that everything involved in this process is good. Strangely, for me, good comes from the processing of bad news. Yeah, I know that doesn’t sound fun. But it’s okay and I’m okay. In fact, I’m probably doing better than I deserve.
Today life knocked me down but I am reminded of the abundance of blessings in my life. Blessings too numerous to let this stop me.
I sincerely hope that you are all having a great holiday. I am thinking of each and every one of you and how much you have blessed my life this year.
Well, I better get back to pushing...
Monday, December 15, 2008
So I'm walking through Costco yesterday and out of the corner of my eye...or "I" rather...I see a Jane Austen DVD and it catches my attention immediately because in very very tiny print, I see that they have spelled Austen incorrectly on this DVD (can you see it in the pic?). Unbelievable! They messed up the name of one of the most read and most beloved writers! How does this happen? Who is the copy editor? Did they even have one? Dear Heavens, the single most important word on the entire DVD is Austen! It haunted me throughout Costco. I wanted to go back with a red Sharpie and circle the typo on all the DVDs.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
So when I dreamed the other night that I had been given that chance, that once in a lifetime chance to fly to the moon, can you imagine my disappointment when I completely screwed up the mission?
The trip to the moon cost the USA a mere billion dollars in my dream (probably somewhat accurate in real life I imagine) and took 3 years to plan. In one single moment of stupidity, I ruined the entire mission. Failure of epic proportion! Any guesses how?
I dropped my shoe. Yes, while soaring through the earth's stratosphere, my shoe fell off and fell back to earth. Apparently, all passengers flying to the moon must be wearing two shoes.
So we turned the damn rocket around and went home.
Now while this dream is probably one of the dumbest I've ever had, I can't help fear that it is meant to represent some horrible mistake I've made in my real life.
By the way, the shoe I dropped was a black Chuck Taylor.
What's to stop them from coming out with Wii Sex?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Today I stumbled across a poetry contest. The Best American Poetry Poem Challenge.
Do I dare? The deadline is Dec. 5th. Today is Dec. 4th. What are the rules?
Rules: In a nutshell, write an inaugural ode! 4 quatrains, 16 lines total. And here's the hard part....you must include one line from another poem in the 2008 book of Best American Poetry AND you must include three of the following words - honor, integrity, faith, hope, change, power.
So, without further ado, here's what I came up with. What do you think? Honest opinions welcome.
Ode to a Campaign of Hope
Germinating from neither ruffles nor flourishes
Rather, green lush grass roots from milk and honey
Sprouting from soil of our Fathers who led heretofore
Cultivating in the hearts, souls, and flesh of their posterity
Bringing not forth their axes to grind against broken fences
Nor mud to sling across rows of yielding fruit
Rather, spading bountiful ground with honor and courage
For the soil was a fertile foundation of our faith
Listen to small rocks grind the big one down
Tilling the earth one yes we can at a time
One phone call, one neighbor, one rally, one vote
At a time in history when we hunger for change
Lavish crops multiply across rows of labor
Seeds of audacity budding rain or shine
Blooming through the power of hope
Restoring integrity to the land on which we feed
©2008 – Michelle Hix
Monday, December 1, 2008
Although, I have to say that working out at the gym and then eating homemade chocolate chip cookies and wine for dinner = not so funny to my BIG FAT BUTT!
Seriously...I ate a chocolate chip cookie, some peanut m&m's, and two glasses of wine for dinner.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
I wrap my love in pretty words for you
Delicate and amorous thoughts transfer to paper
From scribes within the depths of my soul
Each word handpicked like a flower from reverie
Tenderly placed upon your heart
Will you keep the flower alive?
Will you care for it and nurture it?
Consider my smile and playful nature
They mask deep feelings of sorrow
Deficiency in rapture manifests in taciturnity
Petals fall to the earth as I await your reply
Silence fills my ears and ruptures my heart
I ache with the pain my love has inflicted
My words rejected, evaded and neglected
Alone, unread, they wilt and weep
Will you fight for this as I have?
Will you run after me?
Will you rage against the dying or go gentle?
Will you travel to the ends of the earth for me?
In faithful pause awaiting echoes that don’t ring
Clinging to hope for words unspoken
See me...for I am nothing if your eyes look away
Unclothed of hard exterior, unveiled to you
My words and love are your moments
To covet, to hate, to share
I cannot love them for you
Though I try and it tears me apart
I cannot give another what I have given you
For just like every flower is unique
Every word is exclusively yours
Birthed from my soul and mirrored in yours
Let the moments carry you through your darkest days
May torrents of love spill from me and fill you
And should you find room in your heart for more
I pray that you trust I am an endless wellspring
©2008 Michelle Hix
Friday, November 28, 2008
Today is the day after Thanksgiving. My husband just took the kiddos to see a movie. I am alone for the first time in days. Breathe. Thoughts flood my mind today and honestly I just want to go back to bed and not think of anything.
I think I'll do some more dishes and then go try to take a nap.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
We dined casually with 15 others at 3 tables spread between kitchen, dining room and family room. We passed food, shared stories, and laughed a lot.
When we excused the children from the table, the adults sat together. Then the husband and wife (our friends) asked us to sit quietly and not say a word. They said we couldn't laugh, poke fun, disagree or talk back. And then they each proceeded to address each adult at the table by name, one by one, and tell us all what they admired and appreciated about us. It was unexpected, personal, and surely an unforgettable and special moment for each of us.
I am thankful for my friends tonight.
Older Daughter: I wonder what humans taste like.
Younger Daughter: I ate some skin once.
Older Daughter: Yum.
Younger Daughter: I just burped and it came out my nose holes.
Mom: I'm full. Thanks for lunch girls...always a pleasure.
Monday, November 24, 2008
We have the family membership. Which has already proven to be a blessing. While we drop our younger daughter off in the kids camp (equipped with Mac Computers, a full kid size basketball court, huge big screen televisions and a monstrous jungle gym) older daughter joins us for a complete workout. The cool thing being to her that her friends also have memberships so we can have the mother/daughter yoga workout and even the dads join in sometimes. We also see several of their teachers working out. This building is like the size of a mall. It has a restaurant, a full salon, several swimming pools, sauna, steam, etc….an outdoor water park...workout equipment enough so that I’m sure the entire population of Thornton could simultaneously be on a treadmill…basketball, volleyball, rock climbing that makes rock climbing gyms jealous, rooms full of every type of exercise equipment imaginable.
While in the past I would have described myself as more of a “get in, get a work out, get the heck out of there” type of person…that’s just not the case here. This is like being at a resort. There’s really no reason to ever leave this 24 hour world of working out, socializing, eating and playing. It is not just a workout. It's our entertainment!
One of the things I love best about this gym is that all the activities are included in our membership. Rock climbing…included. Kids club…included. Yoga…included. Kick boxing…included. You get the point. It gives you a chance to do a little of everything…which is what we’ve been doing…which is why I am TOTALLY EXHAUSTED AND IN PAIN!
By the way, there’s apparently nothing more entertaining to my children than watching me climb a 30 foot rock wall with a wedgie.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
You are becoming my close friend.
You have reunited me with people I never thought even thought about me. It is so wonderfully pleasing to come home after a hard day at work to find an email from you that says somebody wants to be my friend. And not just somebody...not just anybody...but somebody that I'm genuinely interested in connecting with again.
You see, in helping to plan my 20 year high school reunion, I found and connected with tons of people from my past. But that was me finding them. That was me tracking people down (more like hunting them down in many cases.)
But on Facebook, others are looking for me! People from old places of employment...people from other classes and other schools...people my age and people not so my age...moms and daughters of people I know...parents of kids my kids know...neighbors I never even knew used computers...even a guy that once cast me in his low budget movie found me...blog friends are on there...teachers I know...even my babysitter from when I was in kindergarten...throw in a few ex boyfriends and we've got a party folks!
I think my favorite part about it is that many of these people I would have never gone out of my way to send a formal email (email is formal?) to. It's just been way too long and conversation would be awkward. But on Facebook...you see them...they see you...and you just say hello...how are the kids...etc.
Yes, I'll admit it...I love Facebook. I fought it for way too long. I'm now officially addicted.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Oh man...this is bad. So anyway, somehow this guy and this girl had emailed back and forth privately and then somehow he "accidently" emailed the entire group his Dear Jane letter. Oh, it wasn't good. Not pretty. This is what it said:
I won't be able to meet with you on Thursday or anytime. I am not ready for any type of relationship of any type. I have met a lady that I enjoy having a friendship only relationship with. I much rather have a lady friend who I can just hang out with and go places without any commitments. I'm not good at this so please let it be just that. I can't be in a committed relationship any time soon
Take care and be good to yourself,
Oh...did I mention that John (obviously not his real name) is the captain of our group? So, as he should have, he emailed us all an apology and resigned. Many people wrote in and asked him not to resign. Here's what I wrote:
I'm thinking that since you have now abandoned all prospect of ever dating again within an earshot of any woman who read that email or anyone she knows, maybe you might find that you have extra free time for hiking now. OKAY....I'M SOOO TOTALLY KIDDING. Just thought I'd lighten things up a bit. Seriously, it was an unfortunate and sucky thing (especially for her I'm sure) and I hope you can make it up to her in your own way (she might suggest something like taking a long walk on a short plank but might I suggest a private heartfelt apology to her...from a distance of course just in case she has a sharp object in her purse) but as for the rest of us, it seems we are all pretty forgiving (cuz we don't have to date ya). Don't beat yourself up over it...we've all been there. Okay, not really, you're on your own, but that made you feel better for a second right?
OMG! First of all...can you believe how bad this guy sucks at breaking up? I didn't think it was possible to suck that bad. I wish he would have called me before writing that. Dude!!! Are you kidding me? Seriously? I could have written you a really good break up letter. Jane would have thought you were a great guy despite breaking up with her...now she just thinks you're an idiot. Men!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Oh yeah? Whatever. I’m ignoring it.
“Someone has added you as a friend on facebook”
Caaaaannn’t heeeaaar you!
“Someone has added you as a friend on facebook”
Fine. I’ll take a peek. But I’m not joining anything. Nope. No way.
Okay fine. I’ll join. But just to see who is on there. I’m sure I don’t know anyone on there.
2 days later…
You have 16 notifications and…….
You have 18 lil green patch requests
You have 1 cupcake requests.
You have 4 (lil) blue cove requests.
You have 2 animal gift requests.
You have 1 their/there/they’re invitation.
You have 1 Christmas tree request.
You have 3 drinking requests.
You have 1 hug request.
You have 1 breast cancer awareness request.
You have 1 knighthood invitation.
You have 1 official Bush countdown invitation.
You have 2 plant gift requests.
You have 1 christmas ornament request.
You have 1 birthday request.
You have 1 chrisamas stocking request.
You have 1 moods invitation.
You have 2 hopia requests.
Damn. You. Facebook. Damn. You.
“Michelle is… changing the bag in her vacuum.”
“Michelle is… feeling happy.”
“Michelle is… hungry.”
“Michelle is… going to go read a book.”
Damn. You. Facebook.
I’m a blogger. I’m not a Facebooker. I don’t have time for you Facebook. Well, maybe just a few minutes won’t hurt.
Facebook...it can happen to you!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
As I expected, although not to this extent, the McCain camp and even Fox News are throwing Sarah Palin under the bus, driving over her, and backing up to do it again and again (luckily for Sarah McCain's Campaign ride the short bus). Do I dare say I enjoy watching and reading it? She has been our comic relief throughout the campaign...why stop now?
This morning I read an article about Obama's new Chief of Staff, Rahm Emanuel. It is safe to say that he is a passionate man...to find out how he rolls with it, read this awesome article from Rolling Stone.
He he he... this is so funny.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
On the way to vote we were discussing money and what money can buy. She says to me "mom, if we had a KA-TRILLION dollars, we could buy at least a new house, a new car, and some electricity" (I don't know how candy did not make it into that list but apparently a ka-trillion might not be enough for candy?)